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HEAD BOY’S ADDRESS
I want to begin by honoring the people who
made this journey unforgettable—my teachers.
Mrs Patsy, Mr Kingsley, Mr Adeodu, Mr Ikwuagwu,
Mr Inyang, Mrs Maria, Ms Fasasi, Mr Akin, Mr Kenny,
our Year 11 form tutors, Mr Sony, Mr Onakoya, Mr
Chimezie, and all members of staff—your names
are etched in my heart. It wasn’t just the lessons
you taught in class; it was how you stayed after
school, how you left your doors open when
you didn’t have to, how you listened, guided,
corrected, and loved. In your rooms, I found not
just academic help but comfort, counsel, and a
kind of quiet strength that carried me through.
You gave me your time, your wisdom, and your
heart. Thank you for being more than educators.
Thank you for being lifelines.
To my Year 11 family—our story wasn’t always
easy. We’ve faced highs that made us feel
invincible and lows that made us feel like we’d
never make it. We’ve fought, we’ve healed. We’ve
grown through heartbreak and happiness,
through stress and celebration. We’ve cried in
silence and laughed until our stomachs hurt.
And yet, I wouldn’t trade any of it. I wouldn’t
erase a single mistake, a single tear, a single
inside joke. You are my family—my brothers and
sisters—and I love you more than I’ve ever said
out loud.
As for me… I’ve made mistakes. Many. I’ve spoken
too soon, acted too fast, broken trust, and tried
to rebuild it. But this school… this family… You
taught me something powerful: what it means
to be forgiven. What it means to be seen, not
just for your past, but for your potential. Regent
taught me that redemption is real—that people
can grow when they’re given the space to. Thank
you for giving me that space.
THE REGENT SECONDARY SCHOOL
To the Year 10s—you’re not the future, you’re
the present. I’ve watched you rise this year. I’ve
seen your leadership, your confidence, your
unity. You’ve already proven you can carry
this school with pride. Don’t ever shrink from
that responsibility. Take the banner. Wave
it higher than we ever did. However, there is
something you should know. If I were there
from the beginning, you would not have won
Wednesday’s match.
And then… there’s Mrs Kalu. You saw the version
of me that most didn’t. The one that struggled
to stay still, the one that tested boundaries,
the one who sometimes chose impulse over
wisdom. But you never gave up on me. Not
once. You reminded me that I was better
than my worst decisions. That I was worth the
patience. I will miss your care, your fierce love,
and your motherly strength. You changed me.
I will always be grateful to you.
And I have to say more, because Mrs Kalu
wasn’t just a mentor. She was our shield. As
Head of Year, she took bullet after bullet for
us—some we knew about, many we didn’t. She
fought battles behind the scenes, defended us
when no one else would, and carried weights
that were never hers to carry. She was my
protector. She pulled me out of situations I
didn’t even realize could hurt me. She saw
the trouble coming before I did and stood in
its way. And let’s not pretend—accounting
almost finished us. That subject dragged us
through fire and tears, and there were days we
thought we wouldn’t make it out. But she stood
with us in the chaos. She fought for our peace,
our grades, our future.
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