Izzy starts new school today. Online. Classes are 40mins each.

Izzy can’t sit still for 40 seconds.

It’s going to be an effing long and testing day.

And what to do with Ozie when Izzy is in class?

Wait, it’s Peppa Pig we are watching in this class? Well, Dear Teacher, Izzy has already seen enough of this annoying pig girl on TV.
Can we go now?

“This is boring.”
Izzy Ihidero, 5 minutes into the class.

People who teach children are saints.

Teacher: Izekor, what do you love to eat?
Izzy: I love weetabeans!



Boy yi ti disgrace me!

Class over. The only time this boy spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear was when the class ended and they we told so say goodbye.

Izzy: BYE!!!!!.

Day 2
At this point I’m ready to fight for increment of this teacher’s salary.

Class Teacher: Children, say I AM GREAT.
Izzy: It’s borinnngggg.

I survived Day 2.
All things considered, I think I’m doing better than some parents in the class. I swear, I heard a parent smack a child today. Ever so subtlet though, as per ajebutter pikin. SMH.

By the way, have I told you guys I’m the only father in the class?

I don’t know what that means...that I’m like, awesome? Or that I don’t have work? Or that Izzy mother has used breast to knack my head?


Whareva.
I’m going to work. I need a drink though. Phew!

Rain have come and scatter reception online class o.

What to do now?

Teacher: Who is going to sing the Bb song for us? Izekor, do you want to sing the song for us?

Izzy: No, thanks.

Me: Yeah son, we paid your fees so that you can do only whatever the hell you feel like. Weh done.

There’s another daddy in class today, 2nd time I’m not the only daddy in class.

Me: Yo bro, over here! How are you doing man? Good to see you!!! You too haven’t killed your kid out of frustration? You the man!

Google Classroom showing us pepper this morning. Our reception classes have been sunhau.
Not that I’m sad about it.

“If I were a butterfly, I’ll thank the lord for making me me...”Music class today.

This school is ruining all my hard work. How will this boy belong to the street with all these type of songs? What happened to a wa de, a wa de 3 steps forward, 3 steps backward pry sch dance?

We are tracing letter ‘t’. Image of a tent. I ask Izzy what colour he wants. He chooses yellow. Half way done:

Izzy: It’s supposed to be green, daddy.
Me: Well, you chose yellow and choices in life have consequences!
Izzy: That’s boring.

Can’t take this much longer.

I’m ready for this boy today. I’ve watched 15 different Jerusalema videos. He can’t stress me with this National. Day drama. I have tried. I have taught him the meaning of his name. I have rehearsed the name of his fave Naija foo.d. If he likes he should disgrace our family.

Teacher: Izekor, it’s your turn. Go on.
Izzy: Why? No thanks.

Oh, I didn't gist you guys!
That's how in class in class on Tuesday, one mummy was so frustrated with her kid, the Yoruba mother in jumped out and she shouted: Wa jegba o! .
The teachers now started saying ah, mummy what have you been doing? She didn't answer o.

I'm sure she was like: You teachers better be calming down. If you think when we log out of Zoom it's all this spree spree we do, you better borrow yourself brain. Mi o raye oshi.