How I Was Stung By a Swarm Of Bees (My Unforgettable Experience As A Teenager)

Guys!! This wasn’t funny when it happened so I hope you don’t laugh while reading!





Lol I was in JSS 3 in my former high school before I transferred to a science school for my senior classes.


My junior high school was a convent school, but not the type owned by Catholics, and attended by nuns. I think my school was owned by an Anglican Church, but we did have a benefactor. To be honest, I can’t remember if our benefactor was the owner of the school, or the church.


Well back then, we were not allowed to come back to school with beverages or provisions like we call it then. All you needed were just your clothes, white under-wears, and toiletries. Boring? Maybe! Lol


Actually, we did have great meals unlike most schools because I remember students from other schools where beverages were allowed, sort of complained about how poorly their foods were made. 

I was a class captain or class prefect—depending on what you call it, and it was mandatory that during break time, the class captains go to the school store, and get Yale cabin biscuits, and share to their class members. I think one person got about 3 or 4 pieces of the biscuit! Oh, I’m having nostalgic feelings at the moment! 

I remember back then, some of us used to create a paper box with empty packets of the biscuit, make a small hole on it—just the way you make a kolo box for your savings, and save our biscuits. Ask me why we did this? I have no idea!!! Ps, we did this secretly because it was not allowed!!

Before you know about this bees' story, let me also tell you guys about our visiting days! So on visit days, your folks are only allowed to bring you snacks, and no food! Cooked meals were not allowed, and I really love food! Ha! My mum always visited me like she was visiting 5 of her kids in same school—well I was a spoilt kid anyway! She'd buy me triple and more of all my fav snacks from Mr. Biggs - especially their meat pie. Usually, I'd overeat, give some to my friends, and still end up having indigestion because I had a lot to eat! I don't eat like that anymore, believe me! 


When the visit is over, let’s say around 7 or 8 p.m, our principal would conduct a search in every hostel! Our lockers, and boxes were searched, and God help you if any snack or food was found with you—hidden or not! I’ve forgotten the punishment for that, but it wasn't a nice one! 

Well the funniest from this search was our sanitary prefect who hid ripe pawpaw in her box! I mean of all things to hide, it was pawpaw!






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Okay, the bees' story!!!

On this fateful day, during our break time, I left the class to where the school's store was. The store was in the same building where our hostels were, while our classroom was outside the compound—a different building entirely. 

Well, getting in the compound, I could see and hear some students talking about how there were bees, and how some of them were stung. I decided to use the backyard instead of using the main entrance. In front of me at that backyard, I could see a swarm of bees ahead. To be honest, I didn’t know I was supposed to go back! I thought I was smart so I decided to run past them. Guess what? I ran right in their middle, and these guys chased after me! Before I knew it, I was covered with bees from head to toe!!

I kept running, and shouting till I ran outside to the class building, and our French teacher who saw me, ran out, and started hitting me with something that looked like a pillow—probably a duster to make them go away. Eventually they left, and some died, but I still had the stingers in my head. Thankfully we weren’t also allowed to make our hair then so it was easier to pluck them out.

Guys, my face changed. It was swollen, and I looked different like I was hit by a boxer in a boxing ring! You can imagine that, right? The teacher put palm oil all over my face and head. I was told it was supposed to make the swelling and pain reduce.

Few minutes later, I was kneeling down outside under hot sun with some other students for whatever it was we did. I couldn’t remember but I know I loathed my French teacher that day! In my mind I was like “this woman just saw that I was stung by bees, and she just couldn’t be nice to me!”.






I served my punishment, and left! Later I heard that bees actually kill—apparently if you have multiple stings! I was just lucky!!

Please guys, if you ever see a swarm of bees, avoid them because the pain I experienced that day is inexplainable!


Have you ever been stung by a bee? 

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