05/04/2024
WEEKLY MOTIVATIONAL STORIES
MEMORIES
Me: Jo, how's school?
Jo: I'm back in Makurdi.
Me: I wish I was on break, so I could pay a visit to ECWA Library.
Jo: Seriously, I need to check out all those books we read but forgot their titles.
Me: That's so true. The only thing I remember in some of them is the Plot.
Dear Reader,
I began actively using my high school library in my SS1. Mainly because we were prohibited from touching most of the books and all we did was read our school books.
My class was arguably the noisiest in the entire school, and worse, we shared a wall with the library.
We were always punished for noise making and to escape, Joseph and I found refuge in the library. We warmed our way into the librarian's heart and she gave us exclusive access to the restricted books, especially those over 200 pages.
We read one book after the other and talked about them.
The downside was that we were not allowed to take any books out of the library. We couldn't even borrow to take home, so I believe you understand how heartbreaking it was having to get to the climax of a story only for the bell to ring and you'd have to drop the book to go back to class or worse, go home and return to continue the next day.
Funny enough, it was after we left, that I discovered that some of these books were part of a series.
I read "Green" by Ted Dekker and later discovered it was part of a Four-Book series.
"The Soccerer in The North" by John Flanagan is part of the Rangers Apprentice series.
It was in high school I fell in love with Francine Rivers' books when I read "The Atonement Child",
And Karen Kingsbury when I read an incomplete copy of "Divine", which began on page 62.
Someday, when I get back home, I'll pay a visit to my amermater just to reacquaint myself with books whose titles and authors I've forgotten but whose plot remained with me.
Chatting with Joseph brings back memories of these books during our breaks.
Oh, I almost forgot the "Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew" We had a whole collection of them scattered across the shelves, I remember we had to go from shelf to shelf looking for them.
The Library was a refuge whenever our class was to be punished for noise making, it was also where we spent our breaks and free time.
Books truly are therapeutic, if you doubt it read Born A Crime by Trevor Noah and laugh out loud.
Yours Truly,
A. Bani
The Bibliophile