My Best Experience Last Year
Experience is said to be the best teacher and my experiences has been teaching me lessons. It is said that you can not know much if you have not experienced much and dangers can only be escaped by relying on past experience. Again, a well experienced man who travels knows many things and talks sense. I had experiences last year but my best was the visitation to my mother’s home town for Christmas celebration.
It was on the 17th of December that we vacated from school. On that day, the school was like a riot ground filled with students both junior and senior students. All the class prefects which I happened to be one of them were roving in search of form teachers who would give out results. Unfortunately, an announcement was made that results would not be given out this term but rather next term. The information was an unhappy one for people like me who would like to use their good result to get some cash for school fees and some school materials. Everybody’s face was like a she-goat whose death has drawn closer as we went home.
When I came back home, my mother asked for my result but I told her it was not given out. She was skeptical over it and tried to find out. As she tried to find out, she was told that it was not given out by a fellow student. On the following day, one of my rich uncles came and gave me N100.00 instead of N200.00 for the absent of my result because I couldn’t present it to him. He asked my mother when we would be traveling to the village, she told him that it would be on 20th and we would be going to her own home town instead of my father’s own. Everybody was happy because we had never spent Christmas holiday in my mother’s home town.
On the night of 19th, I had a sleepless night, thinking about how the trip would be and the Christmas holiday in my mother’s home town. It was not 5.00am when I got up from bed, started cooking after which we took our bath. Before 10.00am, we were all ready and packed things inside the car it was my mother who drove us home. When we got home, all my maternal cousins were already at the village and they all welcomed us and helped bring out things from the car. After taking those things inside, we went to houses in terms of greeting and finally went to play. We went to the market square where the youths go to drink and catch some fun both home and abroad youths. I saw many people and made friends. As we were coming back, I saw some of my old friends; we greeted, chatted and left each other. It was on 24th night that we cooked some of our Christmas food.
On the 25th of December, we went to morning service. The priest talked about the reasons for Christmas which one was the birth of Jesus Christ. When the service was over, there were lots of greetings as we drove back home. After eating, I went out with my friends and my big uncle whom I am fond of. I had fun was excited. We visited so many places. I made friends with some of the elderly chiefs in the palace.
On the day we were to leave the village for school resumption, I felt like falling sick but we had to. It was hard to live my cousins, friends and uncles. The experience was a very interesting one. It taught me and opened the good and bad things of life and taught that the mind has an imagination just like a woman in labor.