I came across a thread of Nigerians sharing some traumatic childhood experiences and I randomly remember being bullied when I was about six years old by my teacher and mates because I couldn’t write fast enough. Once, she lifted me in the air by my ears because I was in her words ‘a slow writer’. I can’t recall what happened next, but I’m thankful because I also remember my mum would sit behind me after school everyday till I wrote the last word.

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