How I wrote my Will and dug my grave

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Schools had just closed for the August holidays. My cousin Soriala, who is in Class Six in a boarding school, came back complaining about her school and insisting that she wanted to be transferred to another school. Her reason? They were being pinched in school. Really? She should have gone to the school I went to.

We received beatings that forced us to write Wills... as if we owned a thing! I can remember at some point, our Mathematics teacher told those of us who were poor in the subject to dig our graves behind the classrooms. Guess what, we neither died nor became mathematicians.