The loud humming voice buzzing through the flat screen TV located at the far end centre of the room was the only sound that could be heard in the room, as I lay, leg stretched above one another, arms crossed over each other between the back of my head, on the plush white leather cushion chair.
Mum had gone very early in the morning while I was still sleeping, leaving only me and my thoughts in the house. Regarding the white cream colored sturdy wall in the living room, I pondered idly on what I could use my time to do. In a moment of deciding on which series to watch, a pop from my phon
TemiI stand and stare blankly at the mess of sheet staring back mockingly at me, wondering briefly where to start from. It wasn't really messy generally but I had a phobia for always having clean and well arranged sheets before laying on it."Knock, knock." Timi helped himself in after I was done st
Timi.My dad's voice drawled throughout the empty and silent hallway across the other side of the room, and I felt myself start to get a little irritated. His deep rich made him sound like a gentleman as he called out to me again, and I found myself get more irritated.
I walked side by side my mum into the office of my always inquisitive therapist, Doctor Tutu. I felt my hands twitch nervously. That anxiety that always came with having to talk to my therapist came rushing back with full force.I took in deep breaths, trying to calm myself and also trying to ease my mother's worry. We got into the counseling/therapy section of the hospital and I was sure I could locate Doctor Tutu's office blindfolded.
I walked into the classroom the next day with an empty stomach. I had opted to resume on a Monday since it was the first day of school week and hopefully makes it easier to blend in. This had resulted in me rushing out without paying much heed to what was prepared for breakfast, let alone picking it up. At least I prevented the raining shouts and arguments that would have transpired between me and my mom but still, the distaste of Mondays was one thing I could never get rid off. I sometimes wonder why Monday to Friday was five days but Friday to Monday is a whole different story, short, too short that all I could think of is when next it would be Friday again. It was Monday only and I already felt the same.
TemiI woke up to the feel of hands on my neck, as they trailed slow affectionate caresses from my temple to my forehead where suddenly I was knocked hard on the head. I jumped up with a yelp, as my hands immediately found the assaulted spot on my head to rub. I glared back at Ope in anger."Are you okay?!" My voice wa
I ran like my life depended on it, not caring that I may slip and fall on the hard floor, all I just wanted, was to be alone. I cared about nothing at that moment but to get away from Timi’s sight. He didn’t cheat, I knew he didn’t cheat, wouldn't do it. I was hurt because the scene I had witnessed had woken up insecurities that I had always tried to push down.When I wasn’t with him, I always felt like I was not good enough for him, wondering why he was even with me and not with other more good looking girls. But whenever he was in my presence, all stray thought
I walked into the hostel in a better mood than I had been, not like I had forgiven Timi totally or my insecurities were vanished but it had been out on the bay. Not just because of the proclamation. But the expression in which it was passed. It had lightened me a little, or maybe more than a little. But yeah, it had removed part of the little weight I was harboring on my shoulders.The words, the emotions brewing through his face as he spoke those words into my already dangling heart. The tender look on his face as he had placed his palm at my temple and as his intent gaze h
I entered into class with almost everyone present. The civic teacher stood at the centre of the room commanding all students to look at him as he often used his hands as a gesture to emphasize more on the point he was trying to make.Walking past his short form, I did not miss the stink eye he passed me as I rounded the middle of different white plastic lockers and chairs to get to my seat. My bags made a loud sound as I dropped it on getting to my seat and again, Mr Onko shot me a deadly glare.
"Actually, it's my daughter going in and I would be the one waiting outside." My mothers voice coolly interrupted the nurse and I felt a deep sadness well up in me.It was abnormal. It was not a normal thing to have a young teenager seeing a therapist in the African continent, especially a Nigerian country and the feeling I had always tried to swallow of how different I was, was of no help at that moment.
We were to go home for a short break of a week before resuming back for the other exam, NECO. The weather turned disastrous as the shy darkened and the breeze increased simultaneously.I got up from the designated hard well furnished wood chair linked together with a locker. It was tome, examination over. Time to finally take a short breathe and sleep for hours.
"Knock, knock." Timi helped himself in after I was done struggling with laying the bed."Aren't you like meant to actually knock rather than saying it?" I rolled my eyes at him as I moved back dodging his hands that tried to push me to him."Well duh, I did something and why are you avoiding me?" he questio
Alone in the empty common room, my mind was far from being peaceful even with the TV playing at the far end of the large common room. Plastic chairs were scattered around the place, that it could be mistaken for a party. The different notebooks of lazy students lay hopelessly on the tiled ground and I shook my head involuntarily.sigh, some students.
While hanging out with Kora yesterday, who come to think of it, I spend more time with than before, she had asked me a particular question, and I had been moon struck."Are you really her friend?"
At least I prevented the raining shouts and arguments that would have transpired between me and my mom but still, the distaste of Mondays was one thing I could never get rid off. I sometimes wonder why Monday to Friday was five days but Friday to Monday is a whole different story, short, too short that all I could think of is when next it would be Friday again. It was Monday only and I already felt the same.The classroom was filled with stylus students, normal nerds wearing glasses and flaring uniforms, positioned at various ends of the class(majorly the front roll). They each had at l
"Wake up lazy bun, today is a wonderful day. We get to go home, we get to taste better food. Get up!!" I exclaimed dramatically, finally getting up from my bed, depositing my legs in my black comfy slippers."Stand up let's get ready. Well, I don't blame you. On a norms, you would have been in school by this time." I tapped her lightly, stretching on my full tips so as to where she lay on her top bunk.
Mum had gone very early in the morning while I was still sleeping, leaving only me and my thoughts in the house. Regarding the white cream colored sturdy wall in the living room, I pondered idly on what I could use my time to do. In a moment of deciding on which series to watch, a pop from my phone signified me of a message notification.Timi💖 : Heyzz
Mum had gone very early in the morning while I was still sleeping, leaving only me and my thoughts in the house. Regarding the white cream colored sturdy wall in the living room, I pondered idly on what I could use my time to do. In a moment of deciding on which series to watch, a pop from my phone signified me of a message notification.Timi💖 : Heyzz