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Student, Artist and Writer @ Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria
It's not that deep , you where just jealous:(
<p>Sometimes I think about how secondary school teachers especially in most government schools carried so much bitterness, and how that bitterness somehow spilled onto us. It wasn’t just about enforcing rules; it felt personal, like they didn’t want us to feel too confident, too free, or too pretty.</p><p>When I was in boarding school, going home for holidays was our little moment of joy. We’d braid our hair beautifully, do our edges, maybe even line our lips just to feel cute again. But the moment we returned to school, our hostel mistresses would make us loosen the hairstyles and force us to make tight cornrows. I remember one teacher who made my classmate scatter her edges because it “wasn’t the dress code.” Can you imagine? We were just teenage girls trying to express ourselves.</p><p>It was mostly girls who suffered that policing our bodies, our looks, even our smallest attempts at self-care were treated like rebellion. Lip liners and glosses were “indiscipline.” Hair gel was “distraction.” Yet, somehow, boys could just exist. We were only allowed to look nice on Sundays, when they couldn’t say anything because we were going to church.</p><p>Looking back now, I realize most of those teachers weren’t strict because they cared about discipline. They were just bitter maybe jealous of youth, of freedom, of joy they couldn’t access anymore. It’s like they wanted to crush anything beautiful before it bloomed. And that’s what makes it sad because school was supposed to shape us, not shrink us.</p>
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