College Famey
Prince Charles recently in CSP Relance where I have been burn with a chemical weapon.
October 06, 2018.
Famey is a private school less than 500 yards from Prince Charles' jail in Mosque Koweit area. It is on the East side of the house and it is deeply involved in the imprisonment that it protected. The school serves as discrete protecting space of the jail. Moreover, it hosts also discretely mercenaries engaged in the imprisonment.
I did the school during the academic year 1998-9. I did 3eme the bad possible time of my life, I was depressed and anxious, the all is about my homesickness and desire to be free. Of course that is a constance of my imprisonment but then it was more than pressing as I reached full adult maturity. I have my identity, family and kingdom in my brain though not in articulate way, but in comprehensive inarticulate way. Where, I see someone who looks like a close relative as my mother or father, I felt attracted by him.
I was in Famey when Haruna another British mercenary is introduced in the jail to continue the brainwashing for having me tolerated my imprisonment because I see the BEPC as a freedom opportunity. I planed to have a scholarship that would attenuate my imprisonment or free me. Haruna presented me philosophy as the field that would free me by explaining me the symbolic of White race compares to the Black one. It is in 1ere in Niger that philosophy is teaching. The goal is having me fighting to be free after the BEPC.
In Famey, I did the 3eme with a Beninese, Abdulay Ayenin. He aimed to both attenuate my depression born from my homesickness and prevented me to study to have the BEPC with a good grade that enabled me to have a scholarship, or doing the test of Lycée d' Excellence. Ayenin re-introduced me to alcohol. He brought bottle of liquor and wine in the jail that we drank. During even a party organized by the school he drank heavily, something that could influence me to be a drunkard. Of course in vain as by the same way I do not want put in bracket my youth; it is absolutely necessary for me to study for being free.
Ayenin influenced me even to sell the few books that were given to the young prisoner for his studies, so that he has coins for buying tickets for the parties, or for buying alcohol. Though, Prince Charles do not give up his youth, he did not let himself distract of his study , knowing the importance of school for him. It was just less than three books that he sold. That selling of books that I love more than everything denotes the inhuman conditions in which I was jailed. I could not by any mean have the single coin to buy something else, if it is not the few coins that I was given at school. Normally, I was given 5% of a single Pound. The money is not even enough to buy an average breakfast. Lot of frustration the Prince endures in seeing his mates buying consequent breakfast which he did not have the mean to afford. In such context I did not have any mean to have a normal youth distraction. The political prisoner did not know what the concept of normal youth means. I remember when I was kid I could not have toys of any sort that frustrated me enormously. I saw the other kids around the jail playing with endless kind of toys. They have car toys, or electronic game toys as tetris or even play station. Prince Charles was jailed without any toy being bought to him. I live with the solid feeling that my youth has been stolen from me. And to say that my mother is directly behind my imprisonment that she was monitoring on daily basis. I was jailed in frustration and grew through it.
I did Famey with mates as Ayuba Hase Badu, Abdulay Ayeni, Useina, Nayusa, Rachida, Usman Gusaye. The class as all the other classes I did were continuation of my imprisonment. The students as well as the teachers were chosen for looking as the mercenaries that were jailing me in Nigerien version.
My physic teacher was a small man with a thin face. He was a heavy drunkard . He teaches by smelling heavy alcohol odor, though he never shows great signs of irresponsibility by staggering or slipping during the course. Magadji even criticize one of his student that did him sexual advance. He said that he did not date his students. Maggagi teaches well his field.
He shows many times gestures of responsibilities. Many times he left the class and refused to continue the course because a student disrespect him and that happens regularly.
I did Famey with mates as Ayuba Hase Badu, Abdulay Ayeni, Useina, Nayusa, Rachida, Usman Gusaye. The class as all the other classes I did were continuation of my imprisonment. The students as well as the teachers were chosen for looking as the mercenaries that were jailing me in Nigerien version.
My physic teacher was a small man with a thin face. He was a heavy drunkard . He teaches by smelling heavy alcohol odor, though he never shows great signs of irresponsibility by staggering or slipping during the course. Magadji even criticize one of his student that did him sexual advance. He said that he did not date his students. Maggagi teaches well his field.
He shows many times gestures of responsibilities. Many times he left the class and refused to continue the course because a student disrespect him and that happens regularly.
The Math teacher was the principal of the course, Badu. He was a good Math teacher. He has a flaw, he does not care about his look and has a very strong and repulsing odor. Students were used also to disturb his class, they throw stones on the blackboard, when he turns his back to write on it. Then follow long minutes of tension in the class over making the students designated the culprit for facing the appropriate sanction.
I started filming this video at the entrance of Famey that I traversed by pointed out the class I did and the school administration
Our history teacher was a very tar man who speaks through his nose. If only he could speak distinctly and clearly he would have been the greatest history and geography teacher possible. It was our French teacher, the best teacher possible, he sets order in the class, and explains quite well his field. Our English teacher was the uncle of Abdulay Ayenin. The field was sensible for Queen Elizabeth II, responsible of my imprisonment. I should not recall my native language so he was chosen to teach us the language. His English has a big French accent. He was the pastor of his church.
The founder of the school was illy described, he was portrayed as a heavy drunkard, highly irresponsible. He had sexual intercourses with the students of his school. Mayaki spends all his earning in alcohol at an extent that he could not even buy a house for his family. Of him, we heard that he occupied then the position of Sous Prefet in a region of the country. There were in the school no electricity, no tapping water.
Abdulay Ayenin used to bring his girlfriends in the jail. He had intercourses with them in my cell that is a source of big frustration for me. Remember the Prince is jailed without sentimental life. Of course Ayenin is a mercenary of the British System. In fact even the alcohol scene of exaggeration is the council touch, but still he recalls me my British root values as alcohol. Before my imprisonment I drank gin and debonee. The saddest of all, I cannot even afford myself regularly alcohol, no matter how my blood likes and needs it. Another unhelpful factor of Abdulay is that he was chosen for being from the coast migrants, group of people that were discriminated for many reasons: they were migrants and Christian. It is certainly a bad leaving example to help the Prince having a normal youth. Especially when all around him having sexual relation young, or out of wedlock is portrayed as evil. All the youth of my age who reached puberty told me they never have a sexual intercourse. As mercenaries, dwelling the immediate area of the jail, they even have intercourses with their sisters and mothers, this is a golden rule of the mercenaries. The normal youth who lived fully their youth are considered as delinquent. The girls who becomes pregnant young are severely criticized and portrayed as marginalized. I had my first girlfriend in Famey, Ousseina with whom we share the same class ( Read more on this relation and in broader sentimental life in which he was jailed without sentimental life.)
Still globally Ayenin helps me at a great extent, in recalling me my Christian identity, that I should not give up having a sentimental life, that I should stop drinking alcohol a good part of my identity are all linked to my British phlegm. The greatest of all he shows me I could ally living my youth fully and studying because we was the best student of his class, 3eme A when I did 3eme B. All my hang out with him did not prevent I was third student in my class of 33 students at the first semester. I got a grade of 11.92/20.
In the second semester I was the tenth in the class that had then 63 students. My grade got down to 09.97/20. That relative reduction of my class performance is due to the fact that I put my focus on the final exam than on the class activities. I revised the pass first semester chapters for the BEPC rather than on the daily class lesson.
Second Semester Credits reports
First semester credits report
My performance reduces in the same proportion in the second semester of Terminal.
At the end of the academic year I had the BEPC exam in CEG 3’s centre. It is a school less than 3 miles from the jail. It was with great impatient that I spent long hours during days with a friend Kader, waiting the announcement of the results. I know as I always said that I would succeed at the exam, but what I did not know is if it was at the first or second session. Elizabeth II and the council prevented me having a good grade at it. Not having the diploma with a good grade I could neither do the test of Lycée Excellence or have a scholarship. I even by lack of international grant look to have the grant for a Nigerien professional school as in Tahoua, Maradi. I filled also the formulaire of the Nigerien general school for school as Lycée Municipal where I was selected.
Below is the Brevet ( dipoma of the end of secondary school)
