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Akudo Abengowe-Adebayo: My Nigerian Boarding School Experience



Last week I had loads of fun with the Old Girls’ Association of my secondary school. It was the maiden edition of our reunion and we were happy to see each other again. Of course we have changed, both in looks and sizes, but one thing was sure, we all have fond memories of our secondary school days. It was weird to realise that I graduated from secondary school exactly 20 years ago. There was so much to catch up on, and so much to gossip about. I am looking forward to the gathering again.

My school, St Joseph’s College Aba, was a very popular school and one of the best schools in our time. The standard of education and moral values were high. It also was also reputed to have the finest girls then, and as such our school activities always witnessed large turnout of male guests’ et al. We, the students, always represented that image with well-ironed short school uniforms and our heads held high.

I lived in boarding house and it was great fun. In fact, I learnt how to look out foe and take decisions for myself in the boarding house.I went into the boarding house young and naïve, but I came out sharp and street smart.

You see, lesbianism didn’t start today o. Oh no, even in Biblical times it has always existed. I, however, came to the knowledge of lesbianism in the boarding house. My school being an all-girls school was very much into lesbianism.

It was called ‘sure’ and the partners were referred to as lovers. Some school mothers and their school daughters turned their relationship from mentorship to lesbianism. It was a big deal then, and if as a junior student you didn’t have a lover you were deemed as being ‘jew’ – an unattractive and inactive person. I was initially curious to know what and how they did their ‘supe’ act, and when those who have experienced it narrated it to me, it just didn’t feel right to me. I believed intimacy was supposed to be between both sexes and not vice versa.

Anyway I kept my thoughts to myself and went about my business, no one wanted me as a ‘supe’. I was too stubborn to the seniors. I would flout school rules and regulations with my friend, and would be the first to report any senior that victimised or intimidated me to the principal – in well spoken English. God help the senior if she did not defend herself in English, as well as I did, the principal would show her pepper.

So, they all hated me and used every opportunity available to flog me. However in my JSS 3, I was almost lured into ‘supe’. It had become a norm amongst my friends, and I was almost the only one who didn’t have a lover.

One of the most beautiful and popular seniors in SS3 approached me after admiring my legs. I promised her I would think about it, because I had my reservations about her due to the rumours about her being possessed by evil spirits.

She persisted, buying me snacks during break, and making sure I ate the best portion of food during dinning hours.  Valentine’s day was approaching, so I decided to give the ‘supe’ thingy a trial. On Valentine’s Day, she sent me the biggest card I had ever seen and a set of lingerie. I was touched. Later that evening I honoured the invitation to her hostel, not knowing that I was going to sleep there. So when I entered the seniors’ hostel, I saw that all the bunk beds had been covered with mosquito nets and then bed sheets. There was practically no way to let air into the bed, I got scared because I can’t stay in a choked environment. She explained that the bed sheets were for privacy. I started wondering how I would breathe through the covering. I quickly lied to her that I hadn’t taken my bath because I thought that I would go back to sleep in my hostel. I begged her to let me go and freshen up and then come back. She agreed. I ran to my hostel and slept there.

She was very angry with me the next day. I apologised to her, promising to repeat the visit, while inwardly wondering how I would get myself out of the mess I was in. Fortunately for me, she woke up very early one morning and sat on the bare floor in front of her hostel. She refused to get up, claiming that she was instructed by her ‘people’ to stay there for the whole day, and indeed she stayed there even in the hot sun. My friends, the kain Ben Johnson wey I do. I ran faster than Usain Bolt and never contacted her again. I was more than relieved when she got another girl in my set as her ‘supe’ and forgot about me.

After that experience, I learnt never to allow myself be influenced by peer pressure or the need to belong. We can’t al  belong in the same place. Some can belong in the sitting room and some can belong in the kitchen.

You can share any tales about your secondary school as well….

Akudo Abengowe-Adebayo is a multiple award winner, with over 8 years in the media industry. She also hosts (Love Moments With Akudo) and is CEO of SATT Media, a content and media marketing company. She blogs at Akudosworld. She is married with two adorable kids and loves Jesus with all her being. She is a TV addict, loves dancing and traveling, and a lil gossip now and then. Follow her on [email protected] or [email protected]


  1. oo

    February 17, 2017 at 9:38 pm

    So, I attend FGC Odogbolu and in JS3 we had this wicked room head who made our lives hell. This was in the early 1990s and my parents made an unexpected visit to see me and show me the new 504 best line dad just acquired.

    Unluckily for me room head saw this whole episode and he obtained all the goodies from me.
    I cried ehn my friends felt so sorry for me they said we need to teach the guy a lesson.

    So one of them told me about a plant called “werepe” and its effects. Lord knows I was scared to carry this thing out but they pressured me to seek my revenge.

    Carefully we got the leaves and buds of this werepe and rubbed it on our room head’s bed and pillow.

    So after night prep and lights out, we all waited for dude to come back. Funny enough that particular night was hot so dude took his time taking a bath and then jump on his bed wearing only his drawers.

    No more than 2 minutes later, I can’t remember if he shouted “ayamatanga” or Blood of Jesus or some curse words in igbo but dammmmn he was itching and writhing and rolling and crying.

    Revenge never felt sweeter and boy we laughed our eyes out. He never ever found out we did it but from then on I think he just maintained an aura of “make I mind my business before these bastardsons kill me. “Tufiakwa”

  2. Lol in latin

    February 17, 2017 at 9:50 pm

    I attended SJC, Aba as well.

  3. Pink

    February 17, 2017 at 11:41 pm


  4. ND babe

    February 18, 2017 at 12:41 am

    FREAKING child molestation going on back then and now, and they are giving it fancy names like supe!! It is child rape if that senior crosses the 18 year old mark.

    • AceOfSpades

      February 18, 2017 at 10:09 am

      They look 18 yeah but most times seniors aren’t that old so don’t bring child rape. Reason why there were aged graduates was because of JAMB. Some people did JAMB 5 times so before you get admission then and then spend another 4 years with strike, add it to the age as at when you leave secondary school.

      I hope the reunion didn’t start with a whatsapp group because that’s most likely the only reunion you’ll get. People will begin to form busy, some will form ‘you people are not in my class’, some will form ‘you people have time oo’. That would end the yearly reunion fun.

  5. o

    February 18, 2017 at 12:42 am

    Lol. Definitely NO to boarding and same-sex school. #convincedmum

  6. Seminarian

    February 18, 2017 at 1:06 am

    I went to a seminar school and like I did say before, homosexuality was rampant mahn. I got advances from everyone including the unexpected, and I was kinda pleasing to look and be substituted for a beauty where females where scarce. One really handsome athlete made me his girlfriend back then (LMAO) and we were the gbenro and osas of that time. I was good in English and he was good in math so we stayed up late nights teaching ourselves and staring at into each other’s eyes, we had matching everything and we couldn’t breathe without each other and our ‘love’ endured forever… Fast forward to now he’s now one heck of an instagram lady killer with a long line of rich girlfriends and a good job and I’m now one heck of a bodybuilder with muscles and no single trace of once ever being someone’s ‘girlfriend’. I go to his house occasionally and we sleep in different rooms and act like we’ve forgotten all that. Until one certain day we ended up kissing after going through some throwback pics on his laptop and laughing over some.. It dawned on us both that we have just been acting straight all this while. Just don’t do this to your children

    • KitKat

      February 18, 2017 at 5:31 pm


    • memebaby

      February 18, 2017 at 6:27 pm

      hay God… so you both are gay now ?

  7. memebaby

    February 18, 2017 at 6:31 pm

    I attended a catholic boarding school in benin .. presco 08.. to be honest.. I only heard about 1 lesbian affair and that was it.. oh and people getting caught while masturbating..
    we had something called shocker ..where you get hooked up with either a junior or senior student.. too be honest I found it so weird… they sometimes hooked people up with girls who behaved like guys lol..

  8. memebaby

    February 18, 2017 at 8:15 pm

    I also remember the agbaya I used to share a bunk bed with.. a senior student in ss2 and I was in JSS 1… aunty would pee on her mattress and tell me to get down from the top bunk so she could sleep on mine and when its morning time I had to walk outside the dorm with her soaked mattress!! how embarrassing !
    I felt really terrible that year.. till I went to the market with my cousin and I saw this bed wetter, told my cousin..idk what she told that girl but when we got back from school.. ole girl left me alone and still continued to pee till she graduated 🙁

    • memebaby

      February 18, 2017 at 8:19 pm

      when we got back TO* school.

  9. Chidinma Nzeadibe

    April 8, 2017 at 3:39 pm

    Nice one sis. I can’t help but laugh. You could actually remember those old days. My hostel was Daizy and better than the open halls. Such are not easily done there ????

    • Ifeoma Igbo ottih

      April 8, 2017 at 6:35 pm

      Chi do you remember beans and yam during those’s worth writing about.

  10. Ifeoma Igbo ottih

    April 8, 2017 at 6:32 pm

    Akubengo am proud of you.I remember those days we hide in primary school to escape going to dinning.I promise to fellow your write ups.

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