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March 19
The light was gone before I could even step inside the siting room and say hello to Miss Bisi. It was replaced by candlelight.
"How was school today?" Miss Bisi asked.
"You know there is nothing special about school. It is the usual stuff of taking home assignments you are not interested in doing."
I wondered if Miss Bisi was paying attention to what I was saying about my school. It is almost a month now since I have lost interest in my classes. Any conversation that involved me going to school was not taking lightly by me. Why is Miss Bisi so interested in my schooling?
"Education is as important as food," Miss Bisi announced after she had served me dinner, "you either eat it and survive or you don't eat it at all and end up dying."
"Well, yes, Miss Bisi. . . About that. ." I fought hard to find the appropriate words to explain my recent dislike for school but found myself simply staring at Miss Bisi.
"Trouble at school?" Miss Bisi su
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