It was a very sunny Monday morning and i had just finished parking my baggage into the car booth. The sad expression on the faces of my family members planted me still, halfway into the car. The sad inscriptions on their faces was enough to tell how much they were going to miss me aside being scared that i was going to be in trouble.. It was at this point that memories of the frightening untold mysteries of life in the boarding house resurfaced in my mind.. Tales of how new students could be kept awake all night while their masters (the seniors) slept or they could possibly spend their night weeding the school field. As the loud voice of the car engine brought me back from my daymare, I could not help but to wonder if it was worth living these tales just to acquire knowledge. The above experience, may be the ordeal of an average High School graduate looking forward to a LIFE- CHANGING transition from a Humble HOMEBOY to a BOARDING HOUSE animal. But i could not let the mysterious tales of high school tamper with my ticket out of what i like to call ; UNDERAGE INHOUSE DETENTION AGENCY to a world of new people and experiences. As the ghastly figures of my family members fairing me goodbye faded into the distance, I began imagining the reality of the high school tales i have always ignored.. At my new school, i was filled with soo much JOY that i couldn’t wait to uncover the reality of what had been my fantasy for soo many months., but little did i know that the very resounding remarks and compliments in my admission letter, were to be the keys to the most boring and tormenting few weeks of my young fragile life. My very first encounter with someone whom i could fairly describe as a ‘STUDENT REBEL’, gave me a clue of how real the high school tales could be.. Just a few days of stay in my new home, I was already struggling to keep a not too good profile of ‘IT SHALL BE WELL’.. The haunting tales of NINOS (as we were rather mockingly called) having to pass their nights under the stinking mercies of a senior’s bed or enjoying their meals in the ‘comfort’ of the KVIP or bathroom, again began recaping in my mind, but this time as personal life recordings rather than tales… Our fate as NINOS was agonising and despising soo much that, a once peaceful night’s sleep, became an avenue for the burial of the Colourful dreams and lavender-scented fantacies of teenage life. All soo soon, it has been two(2) years since my arrival in my new home and it was the beginning of the third(3rd) half of my second(2nd) year in school. As I stood in front of the giant glass wall that housed the fruits of my previous term’s labour, Not even the Bright Voices nor the Melodious Wings of my all- excellent grades could distract me from thinking of my new task as a House Prefect.. Literally, i was effective my inauguration going to be in command of the Special Task Force (seniors) responsible for ensuring that no NINO finds a SAFE HAVEN in the B’house…. Today, As i recount those hysterical days as a NINO and the Glorious moments as a prefect, I can only with a sense of precision and accuracy, liken the bumpy ordeal of a B’HOUSE ANINAL, to the breathe- taking Adventure of LIFE… Life could not have been devoid of the numerous voices of DISCOURAGEMENT and INTIMIDATION nor the great personalities of IMPOSSIBILITY and IMPERFECTION.. However, Any meaningful Journey to SUCCESS and GLORY is not without the barriers of FAILURE and OBSCURITY.., but with the Refreshing company of DETERMINATION and the UNFLINCHING SUPPORT OF GOD, our DESTINATIONS are only a leap ahead… (Gorleku Victor)