all boys and advised my mom to quickly take me out of there. The next option was to attend Aggrey Memorial School, which was my secondchoice school, but my aunt intervened again, citing a lack of discipline. Her own daughter had started out initially at Aggrey Memorial, but she had to pull her out to Holy Child School because of the discipline issues. This left my mother in quite a fix because, unlike my aunt, my mother had very little education and could not pull as many strings. Help eventually came in the form of the Catechist lady who had baptized my doll baby. She had taken an active interest in my life since that incident, inviting me to spend several holidays in her house. She was the one who eventually helped me secure a place at Nifa Secondary School because the headmaster was her friend. One significant thing happened when I was filling out my common entrance forms. Up until that time, I bore my biological father’s name, ‘Juliet Hagan.’ However, when filling out my common entrance forms, my stepdad used his own name as my surname. My mother did not mind; after all, our father did not care for us, and neither did I. I guess I was too young to understand its implications anyway. But that was how I came to be known as ‘Juliet Christian’ instead of Juliet Hagan. 13 The Birthday Journal
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