What attending 5 Primary schools taught me — KitanDavid

Primary school days in Nigeria are one of the most defining moment of a man’s life. We tend to remember everything we were taught, we still sing the rhymes 20 years after, we grow emotional affections for our teachers. Some of us even had our first crush in Primary school.

Being the first child of four with 12 years age difference between me and the last, my missionary Dad took it upon himself to teach me first at home before i attended any school, so i missed the usual Kindergarten classes and started school at nursery one.

My teacher was male, i was far better than everyone in the class because i met them reading “Peter and Jane” and as at that time i was already reading newspapers. I was with them till the end of nursery two and i had first position 6 times in 6 terms. Then we moved to another location, its time to change school.

Lesson 1: Over preparing is not a bad idea

School 2 was boring and my prayer was answered when my parents told me they have only one year to spend in that village. It was primary one, we stopped using pencils and started using pen. I had this case where the ink always spill into my bag and spoil my books. I also came to the realization that i have a very bad handwriting. It actually took me the whole year to adapt to pen. Gosh!!! I loved pencils.

Lesson 2: Have a knowledge of all tools relevant to your field but stay on your best

As the story goes, we moved to another town and an unfortunate incident happened war broke out. If we had to go to school, then it will be an unregistered school in uncompleted buildings very close to the house, because the big schools were shut down. This was the beginning of academic doom. In my school 3 and 4, I was more brilliant than all the teachers plus the students put together. They taught me trash upon trash. I later got to know that the popular song was “standard living” not “Sandalili”. The teachers taught in local dialect. I reported a few to my Dad who always was there to correct their wrong each time i get home, but little did i know that he was only able to correct a few (those i told him and those he saw in my books). A lot of things that we learn are informal.

Lesson 3 & 4: Find them out in the story, environment and network are the keywords

Finally the war ended and this time, i resumed my Primary 4 class in a semi standard school at least far above average. That was where i knew i was almost finished. We were 14 pupils in the class and in the 3 terms of primary 4, my positions were 10th, 11th, 12th respectively. My Dad knew there was a great problem, he didn’t allow me to go for summer coaching towards primary 5 as he tutored me himself at home with a little bit of iron hand, i don’t really know what he was angry at; is it me or the war or the school? I knew i went through a brain scrub as i was re-tutored just like he did in pre-school days. I resumed primary 5, came 9th in first term, 4th in second term and 1st in third term.

My Dad made sure i attended one of the best secondary schools in town based on what he could afford and also ensured i didn’t change the school. I graduated as best graduating student.

Lesson 5: Never too late to repair the roots.

forgive my construct and blunders. i write. i’m learning, i’ll get better

KitanDavid, Co-Founder. Planet NEST.