in between two worlds....

Some may know this and others may not, I was born in a middle class family of four kids, a father who had the governments permission to travel the world with us. so I attended kindergarten and British international school ,I learnt how to use a computer in year 1(  10 green bottles standing on the wall) so I learnt how to use cutlery by age six , how to sit still , be soft spoken and to courtesy ( I’m not sure of the spelling) I learnt manners. At some point we returned to Nigeria and I entered the public school system and I was picked upon for the very things I should be proud of. my first kind deed was buying a drawing book for a girl living with her aunt instead she reported me to the teacher and she accused me of being  a thief without no jury I was flogged till I screamed "ask my dad ,who at the time approached the school to answer a query on my other siblings" .am I spoilt ?  I object to that because public schools taught me how to scrub and clean at the drop of a hat. Fragile I was that didn’t deter them infact it seems to steer them on. I’m humbled at the fact that somehow I’m still intact that means the few good hearts had an impact. My university days I tried to blend and fit in with the crowd but I didn’t know how, I stuck to a boy and learnt how to be one, honestly I figured this one out recently infact. I like the girls with the frills and the frock and their sweet disposition, their secrets and all but I have tried to deny and be like all but I end up clumsy and hurt. I am me, proud, blunt and sometimes uncut but I exhibit finesse to impress a French man when I desire, I can speak in fluent English language and I love to dress like a fashionista but still I think I make Jackie Kennedy Onassis proud. This is me between both worlds ,like it or not this is me.