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After all the shout, this is what I got.
This children will make you to question your intelligence

…Back home, you chased the child. Here, you let the child choose. The first time I truly understood that, I sat at the back of a classroom and had to unlearn everything I knew about education.🥸📚

Back home, many of us grew up knowing that if you refused to learn, somebody would force you to learn 😭
Your teacher will stand beside you.
Your parents will threaten you.
Your neighbour might even join the motivation team.
Education was treated like survival.
So imagine my shock during one of my first cover supervisor jobs in the UK.

It was a Year 9 Science lesson. The class teacher was absent, and I was handed a worksheet and a register.

Simple enough, I thought. I greeted the students, handed out the papers, and waited for the industrious hum of pencils I had known all my childhood.
Instead, a boy at the back — let's call him Tyler — folded his arms, stood on his chair and announced to no one in particular: "I'm not doing this."

I walked over. I explained the importance of the work. I reasoned with him. I appealed to his future. I leaned on every instinct I had — the instincts of a culture where a child who refuses to learn is a child who must be redirected, persuaded, even shamed back into effort. That is what you do. That is love. That is responsibility.🤠

Tyler stared at me pleasantly and said: "I just don't want to do it today."
I escalated my persuasion. The rest of the class began to notice. Some quietly got on with the worksheet. Others watched, entertained. And then a teaching assistant who had slipped in at the side of the room caught my eye. She shook her head — gently, kindly — and beckoned me over with a quiet hand.✋

"Leave him," she said softly. "Note it down and leave him. Go and help the ones who are working."

I stood there for a moment. Every fibre of my upbringing resisted that sentence. Leave him? A child doing nothing in a room meant for learning, and we simply — leave him?

In Lagos, in Enugu, in Kano — in any classroom I had ever known — this was unthinkable. You do not abandon a child to their own refusal. You fight for them.

But I took a breath. I turned. And I walked to the other side of the room, where a girl named Priya had her hand half-raised, unsure whether to call for help. I sat with her. We worked through the questions together. Three other students pulled their chairs closer. In fifteen minutes, that small corner of the classroom was genuinely alive — curious questions, small discoveries, a student explaining something to a classmate in a way I could not have scripted better myself.

Tyler remained Unbothered. Unmoving.
And I began to understand something -
The British school system is built around the philosophy that learning cannot be forced — that a child's autonomy over their own education is sacred.

UK schools focus heavily on student choice, independence and safeguarding. Teachers encourage, support and guide, but they cannot force learning into a child that has mentally switched off.

African parents in the UK need to become more intentional about their children’s education outside school.
Not because UK schools are bad.
Far from it.
But the system here assumes the child must also WANT to engage.
That’s why external tutors, parental follow-up, discipline, encouragement and monitoring matter a lot.
Some immigrant parents think:
“Once my child enters school, everything is settled.”
No oo 😭

That part — that ancient, relentless, fierce African faith that every child can and must be pushed further than they think they can go — that part is yours to carry. Bring it home. Reinforce it. Find a tutor who speaks it. Do not assume the system will.

Tyler never did his worksheet that day. And I never forgot him — not with bitterness, but with a complicated kind of gratitude.

The school has a philosophy. Your family has a culture. And the wisest thing you can do — as a Nigerian parent, as a Nigerian professional, as someone carrying two worlds at once — is to know exactly where one ends and your responsibility begins.

If you are an upcoming cover supervisor, learn to still greet the Tylers of the world with warmth. note them down. leave them be. And then cross the room — to the Privyas, the quiet hands, the ones who are ready — and give them everything you have.

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