~Jade~
'Good day Mr Chairman, panel of judges, accurate time keeper, Co-debaters and my fellow student. My name is Wura Adegbite and I'm here to speak against Sex Education in schools. Firstly, I'll like to define Sex Education, Sex Education is...'
I blocked out what she was saying to focus on the notes on my Laps. It was on Friday and I was sitting in front of the whole school. Uthman was sitting adjacent me, arms folded across his chest. Our panel coordinator was sitting in our middle. After Wura and Gabriel had given their speeches on the topic, there was going to be a panel discussion between myself and Uthman. I turned to look at him, he was engrossed in the book he was holdi
Jade's POV 'Dad please, I have to attend this wedding, it's my best friend sister's wedding.' 'No and let this be the last time we'll have this conversation.' That was dad's curt reply. We were having our rare family dinner and Zee decided to ruin it by asking Dad for permission to attend a wedding in Ekiti. 'oh oh' 'I don't have any problem with you attending weddings in Oyo, Ibadan or Ife but you're definitely not going to Ekiti for a wedding.' Zee grumpled, pushed her plates away, stood up and made to leave the dinning room. 'Come back to the table young lady'  
~Jade~ Friday morning, Civic Education first period. Aunty Ifeoma was teaching us Political Apathy. It was a topic that I have a serious interest in. "So, can anyone tell us why people have serious aversion for politics?"My right hand was up before anyone else."Right, Miss Badmus. You tell us.""I think it's only unserious people that have political apathy. I think it's these same set of people that'll keep complaining the government is bad, the government is this, the government is that. And they're not even making any change. I actually think it's pretty sick and stupid."I watched Miss Ifeoma' s face flushed. She was about to say something when someone spoke up"I don't think that'
~Uthman~I got home around 6pm even though it was a Friday. We had a friendly match with Royal Academy. We won of course, we can't lose with the star boy playing. Aunty Bola was cooking something in the kitchen. Probably efo roro because of the strong aroma of eru and palm oil. My stomach growled, reminding me that the only thing I ate today was that meatpie in the cafeteria."I'm home.""Kaabo. How was the match?""Fine ma."I lingered by the kitchen door without saying anything. She turned and stopped, surprised to see me still standing there."You should go freshen up, dinner will be served before you are done.""Yeah."I nodded at her and left. I passed by Moji's room. Her door was slightly open and she was reading her Queen Premier on her
~Jade~My stupid self was just too compassionate for my liking. Bacause Saheed was curious to know why Uthman and his Dad were so off with each other, Dad finally told us that since his mom died , his father had changed and he has never truly gotten over the death making him something sort of a horrible father to his kids. My subconscious started feeling sorry for him then. It was that stupid subconsciousness that made me open my mouth on Monday morning to greet him. We bumped into each other in front of our class and 'Good Morning' was out of my mouth before I could even think twice. Now, I'm mad. I swear. The guy in question just looked at me as if I've grown two heads before he mouthed good morning and walked away. My classmates were talking about Michelle's party when I entered."The party was crazily interestin
Uthman's POV Pass straight dribble go go go and it's a Goal. Wooosh, I shouted and in less than a second, I was lifted off the ground by my teammates. Wooosh, I said again, feeling excitement bubbling in my heart. That was my second goal for the match and that makes 3-0. We resumed the match and in less than 10 minutes, the referee blew the alarm and the match ended. We won again. I walked over to where I kept my phone and shirt admist loud murmurs from my teammates and the other players. I unlocked my phone and saw that the time was 7:15pm. Someone slapped me at the back and I looked back to see Muhammed, the guy
Jade's POVWhen I think of the perfect marriage or the perfect love story, I think of my parents. How possible is it for couples to still look at each other with awe and love even after almost 24 years of marriage. I mean how many new couples these days even call themselves endearment like sweetheart, honey, Darling and Co. I can't keep gushing over my parent's love. I just can't wait to grow up and fall in love but love comes with a lot of responsibilities. Zee will shake her head at our parents and say'See these old people acting all lovey dovey oo. May God save my innocent eyes oo.'And I'll shake my head at her and laugh. It was love, what my parents shared and I believed it. But what birth the other? Is it love or is it Responsibility?Zee attended the wedding Dad had prohibited her from attending. I knew this because she told me and she swore me to secrecy
A moment is always all it ever takes Yours Truly ~Jade's POV~On Saturday Morning, Zee cooked a new recipe she learned from an online course. She cooked Spag in a completely different way with green pepper, carrot and everything you could add together tomake pasta. We were the only one at home with mom. I met Zee at home when I got home from school on Friday. I don't even understand my sister anymore, she legit come home from school almost every weekend. Is she even learning like this?'Wow. This your delicacy is delicious oo. Very Very delicious.'
To love is to split open Yours truly ~Uthman~'Why?'I can list a thousand reasons why I want to become Medical Doctor. Heck! Even millions of reasonMy dad owns the biggest hospital in our State, makes millions of Naira daily, sent me to one of the best and most expensive secondary school, set up a trustfund worth millions of Naira for me, (a lot of people will be truly surprised to know how much I have in my trustfund), buys me everything