08/09/2026
(part2) The first evening was when I truly understood that I was no longer at home.
My first day in boarding school in 2001 was a mixture of excitement and fear.
After seeing my seniors looking like grown women, I was already wondering what I had gotten myself into. But the real reality check came that evening.
The warning bell for dinner rang.
At that moment, everyone knew what to do.
You quickly picked your plate, cup, and cutlery. You also had to make sure your day wear was complete because once the final bell rang, there was no more time to arrange yourself.
When the final bell sounded, the prefects came out and started chasing everyone out of the hostel.
No playing.
No delaying.
Everybody lined up according to their houses.
We had six houses, each with its own colour:
Rima House β Brown π€
Benue House β Yellow π
Gongola House β Purple π
Niger House β Green π
Cross River House β Red β€οΈ
Ogun House β Blue π
The Refectory Prefects would move from one person to another checking if your plate, cup, and cutlery were complete.
If anything was missing...
Chai! You had entered one chance.
Finally, we got to the dining hall.
In my mind, I was imagining the kind of food I would see.
Maybe fried rice and chicken. Maybe something special because it was my first day.
But guess what welcomed me?
Watery beans. π
That evening, I looked at the food and decided I was not eating.
I was still thinking like a child at home.
In my mind, I thought, "If I refuse this food, my mum will ask me what is wrong. Maybe she will prepare something else for me."
But boarding school had its own rules.
Nobody came to ask:
"Why are you not eating?"
Nobody begged you.
Nobody prepared another meal.
After dinner, we went straight for night prep until 9pm before returning to the hostel.
That was the moment I started understanding that boarding school was not just about academics.
It was a place where you learned independence, discipline, and how to survive.
Looking back now, I laugh at that little girl who thought home rules followed her everywhere.
To everyone who attended boarding school, what was your first shocking experience?