Boarding School Part 1
I have been thinking about this post for a long time. Almost all of my teenage years were spent in boarding schools. I have loads of memories, some sad, some good and some ridiculous. It was a mixture of the good, the bad and the ugly. My dad never wanted me to go to boarding school, I could not understand why since my elder sister was already there. I pleaded with him every single Sunday morning. Why Sunday you ask? Every Sunday morning we had to go wake him up and ask for sadaka 'church offering'. Looking back, it must have been annoying ☺. I love my Sunday mornings since they are the only days I get to sleep in....so here I was, tiny little fingers shaking him awake to ask for church offering and asking, 'Daddy when are you taking me to boarding school??' I was stubborn and nagging. He finally threw in the towel and away I went to boarding school. I was ten years old, young and naive. I thought boarding school was cool, I thought my sister was so sophistic...