Inter-House Sports, primary 2. They asked who wanted to rep the house in “catching the train”. I volunteered thinking it was going to be a fun sport where I ran after toy trains.

It didn’t still click in my head when they told me to come with alternate clothes on the D-Day...

Day came, time for event. They have me a bag with my clothes in it and dragged me there. It still hadn’t clicked.

All four of us competing stood there, all holding bags. Next thing, the whistle went. I stood there waiting to see the trains I would be trying to “catch”.

I looked to my left and right, the other guys (all in higher classes) were undressing. I was like “eh? What is going on?”

Next thing, I was seeing dem boys in singlet and underwear.

Then I heard my house leader screaming at me from the side to take my clothes off. I turned to look at her.

She kept screaming. I thought it was a joke or something.

Take what off? First of all, ma’am, I’m wearing pant. Actual pant. Not boxers like these boys. Pant.

The picture is ruined but bruh, this was me on the right trying to figure out how the hell I was going to put this shit on without taking anything off.

I kid you not. Look at those big ass shorts. I swear I did not take them off. I squeezed them into that damn trouser and then wore a shirt over my house wear. I wasn’t even going to let them see my singlet. Tf?

I was there silently crying for help.

By the time the 3 other boys were long gone, I finally squeezed everything in and started looking like Eddie Murphy in The Klumps.

I couldn’t even hook the trouser together but I didn’t care. I picked up my bag and walked to the finish line still looking for the damn train.

And when I got there, they told me that I was disqualified because I didn’t even dress well.

Went back to my house canopy and my house leader was looking at me with rage.

Me for the rest of that day -