Only pure British English is spoken at this school. I vividly remember my first day, I couldn't wait to get into school, at least I speak pidgin English. I didn't think any teacher or sabi student would ride me. Until the first break I didn't say a word to anyone, I took all the time I needed to adapt to the new environment but, during the break I was forced to speak. Terrible hunger hit me from the moment I entered the classroom, but the excitement of being in a new school filled me. I went to the dining room, speaking in my native language, ordered what I wanted to eat. The food attendant was surprised to hear me speaking in the vernacular as they called it. He gave me a scary look and all I could think about was whether I was the first person in the history of human existence to speak another language. At that moment I realized that talking about indigenous languages ​​in school was strictly prohibited. A saying that my aunts often say immediately came to mind: “if you can't move forward, go back to where you came from”. So I said Hello ma'am, how do you see me like this, hunger doesn't affect me because all I want to be done is sell me rice and beans and spaghetti with boiled egg. At that moment, without anyone telling me what was happening, I knew I had disturbed the sleeping Tiger, she looked at me again, in the blink of an eye I knew if I didn't move away from her things could get messy. Me. ME