Grooming is so entrenched in Nigerian culture that people do not even realize how wrong it is.
When I was in secondary school, one of my teachers got married to an SS3 student immediately after WAEC.
To some of us it was very scandalous so we asked questions

https://twitter.com/_SLYTAUREAN/status/1634674598460416001

For context my school was one of the best in area and when I was in JS1 and the girl was in JS3 there was a 50% increase in school fees and a lot of people including the girl dropped out because they couldn’t afford the fees anymore

The accommodation policy in my school makes us change rooms every year. So every new session we have new rooms and and of course new roommates. This year my new roommate is Felicity. And funny enough she is also in my class. The first time I met her I was trying to take an afternoon nap when she came in "Wazzup bitch, I'm Felicity. Wow you sleeping his hot afternoon! Ahh I don't like to sleep by this time o. I'm always super active by this time" and right there I knew we wouldn't get along so well

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Although Ikem and I never spoke of what had happened that day I saw that he no longer called traditionalists heathens and when the other children came he allowed his father, a heathen to name them. My Ikem no longer shielded himself with a bible each time he saw a masquerade he didn’t dance with them though but he allowed himself watch and he also allowed the children. He didn’t stop being the catechist because we still believed in the church and it’s teachings but

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My father was swift. I didn’t need to say much. He understood and in minutes he was dressed and leaving. Two hours later, he was back and trailing behind him was a stout woman designed like a man. She looked like God had changed his mind and made her a woman at the last minute. My father motioned to me
“Let’s go to your house” he said

My grandmother’s stories are one of the reasons I love to go travel the village for Christmas. Sitting next to her in her outdoor kitchen and listening to her tell her favorite story of all time. The story of Chinua her son. My father. I have heard this particular story several times but every time she told it there was always something different about it. She always started it the same way with a toothless smile she would say