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THE UNSCIENTIFIC CLAIM THAT EDUCATION IS A TRAP

I sat in the classroom, the Professor was talking but my mind was not there. My mind always wandered, always travelled whenever I was in class. The Professor was using lots of hand gestures(I always Imagined this particular Prof as a character in a Yoruba Movie- he was too damn melodramatic), he kept repeating  the word, "geo political", and if he had pointed to me at that moment to explain the term "geo political...", I'd have answered, "the geographical politics..". For Christ's sake why did such words exist? When I was fifteen, I was convinced the English language was in existence to specifically confuse me, or rather people like me. People, who had difficulty in spelling and to whom it was useless replacing the word, "abundant" with "profuse", "exuberant", and "copious" . 

The Professor kept talking and my mind was still wandering. I was somewhere in Asia, walking through the Great Walls (no, scrap that... I shouldn't be daydreaming of China altogether. They already have issues with over population and I didn't want to increase this population by one. Trust me the Chinese wouldn't be entirely excited that a Nigerian female student, who is supposed to be attentive in class, is intruding their country through her daydream). So I stuck to the U.S. _America always has a way of accepting any kind of being, on the surface though. Shit gets real when you get into the "system". I was somewhere in Cali (this is what I believe should be the familiar form of "California"), when the person sitting close to me sneezed. I flinched inwardly but smiled at him and said, "sorry". Sometimes, (scratch that!), Most times when I tell someone, "I'm sorry" after listening to their sad tale, it kind of ticks off in my head. Like what the hell am I sorry for? I'm not the cause of this persons problem(s). I was taught in my freshman year that it is grammatically wrong for someone to say "I'm sorry" after listening to a pitiful narration of another, we were supposed to say, "it's a pity". It's a pity though that the expression never stuck. I couldn't bring myself to say "it's a pity" to someone's "pitiful" story, Err lots of people hate being pitied and for me to openly state that "it is a pity" to whatever they had gone through, according to their narration, was a blow to that person. No, English Language, I won't be mean and reply "it's a pity" to anyone's sad tale, I'll stick to "I'm sorry" and the funny feeling I get in my mouth whenever I say it.

The sneezing of my neighbour somehow, drew my attention to the Details in the classroom..The cracks on the wall, the rotten ceiling Fan holder that was missing the fan, the shade of the paint on the wall_ the confused shades of colours from years and years of re-painting, the scattered pieces of paper here and there, the peeling wood of the door, the bold ("I was here") inscriptions of some Students on the table surface and the windows. The windows were dusty, imbedded with thick cobwebs (probably spun by a very hardworking Daddy Long Legs Spider). The windows segmented by a decaying wood and the architectural design  definitely of the late twentieth century. There were all shut close. As if opening and looking through these windows would be an abomination. For the first time I had taken time to look around the classroom  I had been lectured to in five months and then it clicked. Oh My God, we are in a cell! School is prison and the classroom is a cell. Three years in the University and finally I figured this out. 
Questions for thought: Is it possible that the manner in which some Nigerian classrooms are built, somehow, probably in the least rational explanation, a reminder that we are trapped in Education for as long as we can take? Is Education really a trap since the decision to pull out is totally available? Is Education even a trap at all or Do we just make a fuss about it as we do almost everything?Questions for thought: Is it possible that the manner in which some Nigerian classrooms are built, somehow, probably in the least rational explanation, a reminder that we are trapped in Education for as long as we can take? Is Education really a trap since the decision to pull out is totally available? Is Education even a trap at all or Do we just make a fuss about it as we do almost everything?

Grace Okogwu

























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