“Premium Secondary School Wahala: 25 Things That’ll Instantly Take You Back”
—The Ashy Lips, Morning Duties & the Madness That Made Us
INTRO – Before the Phones, There Was Wahala
Before TikTok, before Snapchat streaks, before everybody had a smartphone and ring light… we were there. Deep in the trenches of Nigerian secondary schools. Whether you were a boarder or day student, public or private, Unity School or that ‘One-man-school’ your parents swore was “the best,” one thing united us all: the premium wahala was consistent.
This post is your mental time machine — no school gate pass required. Let’s take you back to when:
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Your school bag had more wrappers than textbooks
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Your nickname was louder than your real name
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And the fear of “the list” was the beginning of wisdom
SECTION 1: Classroom Chaos & Note Copying Olympics 📝
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“The owner of the note is going home!”
That sacred moment when you’re halfway through copying someone’s chemistry note and they stand up to leave. You’ll be like: “Please now, I’m almost done.” And they’ll say, “But I’m going home.”
Wahala: 100. Sympathy: 0. -
Every day was Dictation Olympics
Teachers didn’t care if your biro ink was faint or your wrist was finished — you’d hear,
“Number one: Onomatopoeia… Number two: Rhododendron…”
Ah... God abeg. -
Group assignments that became group betrayal
It was always the smart one doing all the work while the rest were just there saying: “You too sabi, na why we put you as group leader now.” -
Test Results = Public Humiliation Ceremony
Teacher will hold your script like…
“Number one in class, we all know her — Deborah the genius. And for last position? Come and collect your disgrace, Olumide.”
SECTION 2: Boarding School Chronicles 🛏️🍱 (But Wait... More for Day Students!)
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The Great Provision Heist
If you didn’t write your name and threaten five generations on your Milo tin, forget it — it’s national cake now. -
Seniors with Vibes and Violence
From fetch my water to kneel down and raise your locker, they were like unpaid spiritual supervisors sent to humble you. -
Tuck-in Olympics
You never just wore your uniform — you tucked it in like a soldier because one prefect somewhere was always watching like FBI. -
Bucket Queue Warfare
5am: bucket on the line
6am: someone shifts your bucket
7am: fight erupts.
Wahala Level: Mortal Kombat
SECTION 3: Day Student Diaries – The Real MVPs 🚍🍱
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PTA Meetings = The Beginning of Change
Every time PTA came around, students would either rejoice or panic. Fees increased, new rules appeared, and your name might just enter one list you didn’t sign up for. -
Open Day Madness
That one day your parents are allowed to visit and you suddenly become a cleaner, a lawyer, and a beggar. You’re smiling like a saint but praying they don’t ask the principal too many questions. -
Jeans Day Flex
Ah yes — “Pay ₦100 and wear jeans” day. People would iron jeans till they could cut yam. Girls brought out glitter belts. Boys rocked color riot. And you dare not repeat last term’s outfit — your enemies were watching. -
Cultural Day = Big Drama, Bigger Eba
Yoruba dance group rehearsing like it’s for Headies. Igbo boys borrowing wrappers. Calabar soup causing fights. And someone’s mum must show up with too much food and turn the canteen to a buffet. -
“Driver, Wait For Me!” Syndrome
The everyday hustle to catch the school bus. Whether you’re carrying bucket or rice flask, that bus horn waits for no one. Some students even had to chase it halfway like it’s LASTMA. -
The Struggle of Carrying Your Food Flask with Vibes
Let’s not lie. Some food flasks had trauma. They leaked. They stank. And when your mum sends beans, everybody knows before you open it.
SECTION 4: Punishment & Pain – No Peace for the Noisemaker 😭
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“Jug” for Noise You Didn’t Make
Let one person cough in class — next thing:
“All of you, kneel down!”
“You’ll carry 3 blocks till break time!”
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Cutting Grass with Razor Blade
Yes, actual grass. With actual razor blades.
One blade. One soul. One slow death. -
Being on ‘The List’
Once a prefect says “Write your name in the list” —
Just know you’re in the next batch of “midnight duties, double portion.” -
General Cleaning = Military Boot Camp
You sweep like you’re planning to relocate sand. Teachers walking past like drill sergeants: “Is this how your house looks??”
SECTION 5: Romance, Rizz & Rubbish 💌🤣
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Love Letters with 12 Fonts
“My dear precious jewel of the Almighty,
Every time I see you, my liver skips like a scratched CD…”
You no go laugh? -
Code Names & Love Chains
Crushes were addressed like secret agents:
“Tell Pinkie Star that Captain Biro is waiting near J Block.”
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Pass a Letter, Collect a Slap
Prefects or teachers catching you =
Letter read aloud to the class. Then flogged for grammar and content. -
Borrowed Pencils That Turned to Forever
“Lend me your pencil now, I’ll return it after class.”
That pencil is in a shrine somewhere by now.
SECTION 6: Inter-House Sports & The Madness of March Past 🏃🏽♀️🟨
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March Past was World War III
“Left! Right! Left! Right! Turn by the left and... SLAP the person not serious!”
You thought it was choreography. It was war.
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The Day We All Became Superstars
Girls wore tinted lip gloss. Boys borrowed tight jeans. And one DJ was always playing “Yahooze” like national anthem. -
Cheering Sections with Dirty Slangs
“Blue House, powder face!”
“Red House, chop beans!”
Absolute chaos. Loved it.
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Victory Dance = Bragging Rights For Life
You win match? You no go calm down again. You’ll now be walking like Messi with a cracked trophy made from cardboard.
SECTION 7: Graduation, Exit Notes & The Legendary “Slum Books” 📘✍🏾
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The Famous Slum Book Entries
You remember these?
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Best Friend: Yetunde
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Crush: (Secret)
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What You’ll Miss Most: Morning devotion 😩
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Last Words: “Don’t forget me, stay cool, stay sweet.”
OUTRO – We Survived. And That’s the Real Degree 🎓💪🏾
Whether your school had fans or just open windows…
Whether your name made “Noisemakers List” or you were always forming class captain…
Whether you wore check, plain white, or “one uniform like prison cloth”… one thing is for sure:
You survived premium Naija secondary school wahala. And you deserve accolades.
This one’s for the ash lips, the extra assignment sheets, the sneaky love letters, and the classmates we never saw again after SS2 Third Term. Wherever they are, may their provisions be full and their socks stay white. 🙏🏽
Drop your most traumatic/funny secondary school memory in the comments.
You know the vibes:
NaijaNomad… Just Cruise. 🛫🇳🇬
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