Nearly Thirty Years Later a Lie Walks Tall, Free and Unaccused (5)

This rather long story of mine isn't going to end without talking about Moral Instruction. Every Friday was that day where we brought out our stools to listen to preachers from the nearby city of Aba. Ovom is a suburb in present Obingwa Local Government of Abia State but it's considered Aba as many of such places including Umungasi/Osisioma are considered Great Aba. I'm not preaching a sermon of my piety and the wickedness of the other students. I'm just stating facts and asking storytellers to desist from peddling rumours about me. I've worked hard to eke a reputation that has transcended the shores of this country. I don't want to be lied against when the truth is different. If you heard anything/story about me from anybody you must ask these pertinent questions: were you an eyewitness? Are you saying beyond any reasonable doubt that you are telling the story as you witnessed it? Can I ask Ijeoma Monica Njoku about what you said? Any answer in/to the negative/contrary means that there are holes in the story, not necessarily that they are untrue. You mightn't know all that there's to it.

I was fond of the scriptures and to the best of my ability I imbibed the teachings of the Bible. I wasn't raised to be a hypocrite. I was probably a whistle blower than a gossip. That said, I was unabashed in my defense of the gospel as I was taught it in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and in the assembly ground at Ovom Girls' High School during moral instruction. I have since left the LDS Church and although I did an 18 month mission of that church to the USA in which I defended its tenets, I have since discovered it a picture/book perfect religion geared towards perpetuating White Supremacy even through/among black folks. This isn't the place to talk about it as I had done on my other blog on Wordpress, which has been pulled down probably for pulling down the hypocrisy of the sect. Of course, I come across as an insurgent but such must be the burden of those who are attacked on the inside. If your church becomes the source of your worries and hardships, it's about time you moved on. A church is supposed to be a support system, a sanctuary of sorts from the wickedness in the world not a place to judge wits, intelligence and "i makwa ndi anyi bu?" I wasn't to know the evil and secret combinations that Mormons do to one another until I became an adult. As a ticket to America, many pan-ethnic sects and dichotomies in that church see it as a means to push ethnic politics, which I refrained from participating and perpetuating. That's by the way.

I graduated Ovom Girls' High School, Aba during a hard time in my family. I did something bad which my young mind had justified. I was mandated to pay a boarding fee that I didn't use because I didn't sleep in the dormitory not for one day or night. I refused to pay and I was determined to not leave school a very humiliated person. Ovom Girls' High was the poster institution of my destruction. I got a red eye from a senior student who flogged me and others for not doing out punishment for late coming. I wasn't supported to go to school. My parents didn't attend my school's PTA meetings and I was punished for it. Flogged several times for what I couldn't control. Who made such decisions to punish children for the (supposed) sins of the parents? I wasn't visited during any of the visiting days that I was a boarding student. In fact, it seemed that there was an agreement between my school and my parents to humiliate me. I did most of the chores at home because we didn't have a maid and it seemed I had assumed the status of a maid. Lol, probably because of how I came into secondary school, through a maid school. Oh! Need I go into details? I could have used other means to get money to pay since the Principal Mrs Nnenna Ikpa insisted that all final year students must pay the boarding fee whether or not they boarded but I couldn't. I forged a signature and got my clearance to get my Senior School Certificate Examination results in 1997. This was the only signature I had to forge to forgo paying any monies ever. I didn't steal money. I just refused to pay for what I didn't use. I know a few people who had grudgingly paid the boarding fee even though they weren't happy about it. I told my mother how I got my result and I rested the matter there. Now many years later, I'll be happy that I'm accused of not paying the N2000 fee since my mother who paid our fees was away at the University of Nigeria Nsukka studying for a professional diploma. I'm not perfect and I acknowledge my fault when I'm wrong. I think a restitution is in order someday. I'm also owed some restitution.

I had meals stolen from me and nobody said anything about it. I had my money stolen several times, cutlery and other things. There's no justice for me in this country and this must stop! There's no morality without character.