You know how much I admire Mr Ibude Daniel, our games master, but really I don’t know what happened to him at Sokoto. Oh, I forgot to tell you, first that the football team went to play there. What a trip! And we had to spend two nights away and what a tiring journey it was.
I think it was because it was Mr Ibude’s home town that he was so keen to show us Sokoto and insisted that we went sight-seeing not only in the evening after the match but in the morning before it as well!
I flatly refused to go in the evening. I was so fed up. I don’t know what Mr Ibude was thinking about. We’d had a long and tiring journey – Sokoto is miles away and then to take us out sight-seeing the very morning of the match and make us walk all over the place in the hot sun, just seeing things! He might have known we’d be too tired to play well, which we were and so of course we lost the match, I mean in a mixed school! I bet the girls laughed at us!
Oh help; there goes the bell for prep. We’ve got to write an essay on Sokoto and I can’t remember anything at all about any of the places we went to. Well, we went to play football, didn’t we? Besides, nobody said we’d have to write an essay on it when we got back. Or did they?
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