The next day, I woke up with a fever, so I couldn't go to school. The police came and questioned me, and I told them everything I could say, without letting out the cat out of the bag. But at a point, It seemed to me that one of them, Jim already knew that I was the one who stabbed the culprit because he kept asking the question, "Who handled this knife on that night?" He brought out the little sharp knife out of a bag, with his gloves on his hands and asked me to take a close look at it "Who owns this knife? Does it look like your mother's?" He asked"I don't know. We have so many knives, so I don't know if this is hers" I lied. Of course, I avoided his stare which bore into my soul. "Take another close look at it. See, it is very sharp and has a smooth body. Look, it is very small too. It's a kitchen knife" he said pointing to the knife "I can see it, Mr Jim. I don't know who has the knife. Probably the assassin's knife" "No. This is his" he said and brought out another knife. "
Nora was silent all through our drive back home. I was silent too and it felt so awkward. When we got home, she carried me in her chest and put me in bed. "Get some rest. I'm going to have a walk in the garden" she said, and left. She didn't return until about two hours later, and she looked better. Her expression was calmer. "Please take me home, Aunty" i begged. The promise I made to my mom was to be by her side and protect her. Of course I had made the promise to her in my mind. And I was mandated to fulfill it because I loved my mom. I still love her so much, and I regretted calling her a dummy. "Please Aunty. I want to go meet mom" i pleaded. I didn't belong here even though it was warm and cozy and comfortable. It was not my home. She didn't say anything. She just went to her room, picked two clothes and a pair of pink shoes, together with few toiletries and bathing soap. I wondered what they were for. I waited at the door for her. I was actually sitting on the floor. For s
A lot of things happened during mom's first trimester and the rest. Cameron was arrested for questioning, concerning the wanted criminal who wanted to assassinate mom that night. There was no evidence that it was him, so he was released, but was placed under close scrutiny. After the incident, things were peaceful for a while. Cameron was kind to mom and me, for the first time in his life. But we knew that he was pretending, so that he'd not be exposed to the world as a woman beater and an abusive father and husband. Mom started to stay out more often. She'd not return home on time, and I started to wonder what was happening. She'd return home late into the night, long after Cameron must have returned from work. Oh you wonder who picked me up from school? Sir Colin did. Mom asked him to keep picking me up from school. Such a kind man. He leaves work early everyday, he only works for five hours. And when I get home, I'd unlock the door and go into my room, undress, take my lunch in t
Before I could react, he suddenly left her, and went out of the room, and out of the house. Soon, we heard his car zooming out of the parking lot. And I could finally breathe a sigh of relief."Mom are you okay?" I asked. She turned her neck twice, and coughed. "Yes I am. I punched him!" She said and laughed. She laughed so hard that it started to make me feel bad for her. You know that kind of laughter with so much sarcasm and pain in it."I told you he cannot hit me anymore. I've broken my covenant with him" she said and we rocked ourselves to sleep. I was so relieved that he didn't hit her, or yank me out of the window like I dreamed. What covenant did mom talk about? Covenant. That word made me remember Big Joe. It had been a while since I saw him in school, and I never cared to ask anyone his whereabouts. The last time I saw him was the day I kicked him hard. I started to rethink what he had told me. That he had arranged for me to be kidnapped. And that it was his father that for
"How can any girl be so hairy?? She probably smells" "Look at her ears, so big like a rabbit's""I hear she's the daughter of a business mogul in the country. Cameron Peyton, they say" "She doesn't look anything like her handsome, well-toned dad""Watch her fat butt roll as she walks, very sexy thing?" "Her parents have a lot of money! Do you know she asked her mom to stop sending her money once?""I also heard she finds it hard to shed tears. Do you believe that?"I heard students booing and jeering at me as I walked past them towards the hall. And yes, my ears were actually bigger when I was little. They only shrunk when I entered my teenage years. I was hairy, and smelled under the hair. It was not body odour, it happened when I got sweaty as a result of playing too much or being under the sun, even if I wore suncream. I also didn't look anything like Cameron. I didn't have a toned stomach and I wasn't looking physically fit like he was, but we had a little resemblance because h
Not to scare you, but for y'all who do not believe werewolves or superpowers or ghosts exist, I hope you will, with this true life story of mine. Like I said, it is not to scare you. This diary is full of experiences you can learn from, and also relate with. I had a lot of things to cope with as a child, some of which you must have read up there. Well, The next day in school after the incident, I went to Anita's class to confirm her absence. Her teachers said she was not on the assembly ground and she was absent during the roll call for attendance. In fact, a meeting was held in the school hall with regard to her disappearance. It was unlike her to come late to school or at the worst, not come at all, so her absence was so evident and felt by everyone, because she was a beautiful and bright girl. Not like she was the only beautiful and bright girl in the whole school, but she's won a lot of awards for Enchanting Promises High School, that is, my school, and she was even in the scho
My mind came back to reality when I realized that someone was knocking on the door. I had stayed too long in the bathroom. My stomach made some somersaults immediately and I did puke, came out of the bathroom to let the intruder in, but I didn't return to the hall until I could hear a sign that it was ending already. I might not be able to control hearing Uncle Robinson talk. I might hit him with my shoe or something. Nobody knew about the incident which happened the previous night. I couldn't even talk to anyone about it. Who would I possibly tell? maybe if my sister comes into the world, I'd tell her all about it. Yeah I could tell Mike Tony. But he was not around. His door had been locked right from the day before that fateful night when mom was attacked. He was in fact not in the house when the incident happened. I wondered where he was. I wondered what had happened to him. Every parent talked about him, and the few who had his number tried calling his cell all to no avail. The
It was then I noticed what the noise was all about. There in the middle of the compound was a big blue truck with several things in the boot , parked near Mark Tony's house, and in the truck was Mike Tony, shooing away the kids gently so he could alight from the driver's seat. There was a man sitting beside him. A man as tall as him. They were both looking cheerful and pleased to see the kids. Mike Tony! Mike Tony was back. Immediately it registered in my brain, I ran towards him and jumped into his arms. He picked me up and rolled me in the air. Other kids begged to be moved that way, amidst happy laughters and rejoicing. I was heavy, but he moved me like I was as light as a feather. I hugged his neck and rested my head on his chest, completely forgetting my mother's errand. The other man began to release the items in the truck. Other neighbors whose parents were around came out of their rooms to sneak a peek at Mike Tony. They hugged him and some shook his hands. He was indeed a