HIS CRAFTY THINKING I RECORD
My behavior marvels my parents - said my little boy named 'Success Obienyi'. They thought I would not be serious and mean until I showed them this WAHALA. - This was my idea on how I understood my boy mentally. And I try my best to make him up.
My wife would be surprise if she read this peice of story I have told and written about her son she named CHimerenkea from when he was inside womb.
I just decided to write my experience about my son I named: Success from womb.
So, read this designated life observation. You would learn in such stories.
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My name is Success Chinedu Obienyi from Agbama Amaidi Achara Uturu, Isuikwuato Abia State, Nigeria.
My parents loved me and I loved them too.
Always they try to do their best for me as I try my own best to be obident to do their will and also follow my own heart desires as a three year old boy.
Since I realized myself as a little child, I have watched my parents on their discussions about my education or more so my training in school.
This short video was part of his attitude we cannot over look. Just watch it now!
I have indicated my interest about schooling any time I saw my fellow little children going to school. Any time, I would cry to my nearest friend - my mother that I want to go to school. Normally, I pronounce it as, shukulu (school) and she laughed at me on the prounciation.
About two weeks ago, my mother promised to persuade my father for registration into nursery one but to start from third term. I know know my father would agree inspite it's urgency.
I pray always in my heart for my father to make a lot of money before I grow up and I know God will answer me as a little kid named Success.
As days passed, I over heard my parents talked about my schooling. Though they was planning big for me but I would accept their short coming now because I knew things were hard this period.
So, I would accept any school they decided to register me as a pupil.
Days passed as school resumption approaches they HUSTLE WITHOUT REST FOR ME TO JOIN OTHERS IN SCHOOL.
And I am willing to make them proud. Despite their struggle, I continued to practice within me what my mother has long taught me when we are free. She wants me to learn the English Alphabet that's; A, B, C, D, E, F, and the numeric counting of 1, 2, 3, ...
Infact, to cut the whole story short, they have sowed my school uniform first as PE, though my registration money was six thousand five hundred naira only excluding books, bags, feeding bottle, hand basket, pencils, seat, a pair of white shoes, and was planning to buy umbrella for my unmet raining days ahead.
It was not long enough when I know the name of the school they want me in; St. Michael Nursery and Primary School Achara Uturu Isuikwuato, Abia State.
On 2nd of May, 2023, that faithful day, my mother was preparing me for the first time in school around 6. am as I was filled with joy and happiness inside me.
My dady was busy taking pictures and short videos that am not aware of then. It was after some days they showed it to me.
They accompanied me to the venue of St.Michael school premises for the unbelievable registration due to my hunger time go to school and their zeal to train is there. Some would say, the vibe is alive!
My parents and I celebrated our victory with the teachers as we laughed and laughed and register.
I was eager for class room discussions in my heart. I thought school is easy.
Every body was watching my behavior as a kid.
I did not cry after my father left us. Soon my mother left with a good bye words and hand. I replied her in boldness and she left the school compound.
I enjoyed my stay the first day with other children as some are older than me while I was older to others in that nursery one. Though I was flugged by the faty antie who said am making nurse too much in the class.
When I told my mother at home my school experience that first day she encouraged me to learn what my teacher was teaching us.
Other days passed as normal I was eager to go and I did go to school.
But on 9th of May, 2023, I did not want to go to school with no reason. My father left for work early in the morning and my mother hurried to dress me up but I was dulling and boning face.
My dear mother do not look my face as she was busy preparing my food and other necessery things I need to go with.
My face frowned and legs slow to move towards the direction necessary for it. I knew it, my mother would wondered.
Lo and behold, that day our teach did not come to school with a reason I no not about. Class were boring. No entertaining teacher to teach for a long time we were playing in class.
A time came around 11:30am, some of us are going home without permission or dismissal and no one was watching neither asked to return. Therefore, I set home myself. Even the primary pupils I was handed over to bring me back were not aware that am leaving school premises on my own.
I do not know the feeling of my mother when she went to the school to check on me but I were nowhere to be found. She later told my dady that 'she run mad in her memory when they came to her house to asked her if Success is back from school as they did not know his where about.
When my father heard this, he trembled. He was afraid the action and decision I have taken. He thought of changing me from that school to Marist but the cost of maintaining it is high.
He put me in the hands of God and asked his wife to be patient enough till next term. When we see his performance, we shall know what to do my father adiviced my mother.
Could it be that this little boy knew beyond his age?
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