All Chapters of BOY MANIAC: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1     The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fiendishly, it's cackling was so loud that my windows began to vibrate. “JESUS CHRIST!” I blurted and quickly reached for the remote; turned down the volume and covered my eyes with my fingers. Through the tiny slits in my fingers, I peeked

Chapter 3                             A sweet, velvety, and mellifluous song flowed gently through my ears. The song had a sadness; there was something somber about the notes as they sipped into my ears. My eyes gradually cracked open as the mesmerizing melody of the flawless voice lured me out of oblivion. For a while, I stared at the white blurriness above me. The atmosphere was hazy, like it was filled with smoke from a nuclear blast. Everything appeared like I was watching a low resolution movie with a very bad quality. I couldn't tell up from down. I was not sure if I was breathing; all I could do was stare into space. I tried to move my head but my neck was stiff, my muscles limp and my whole body numb and lethargic.  I could tell that someone was staring at me, directly in the eyes, but I couldn't keep focus. I tried to speak but my wo

Chapter 5Slowly I picked one of the letters out of its enveloped; fixed my eyes on it and read aloud.“Dear Si...tailisi..”“I... I mean, Stiles.”“Ahem"I cleared my throat and continued reading.“I... Miss you... Alr.. Alr...”I said over and over again, not sure of the word so I paused reading for a moment, skipped the word, and continued reading. My reading was not fluent. I miss interpreted and left out a lot of words. I sounded like a baby learning how to read in kindergarten. I sighed anytime I made a mistake and skipped any difficult word. I paused my reading, pursed my lips and peered into AY’s face.“What!? Come on, go on, keep on reading, you wont leave your letters halfway will you?”“No"I replied slowly and shook my head.“I want you to read em, please read em for me.... I can't read em, I find it difficult to read em, please…”I added, placing the letters on her lap.“Styles, you are trying, just go on a

Chapter 7For Godsake, did I just say all that? No, no, it can't be me.I knew I was musing about her beauty some moments ago, but the guts to approach her, naah... I never had it. Let alone having the nerve to express it in the presence of this people. Then how TF did I get the nerve? how? I swallowed hard and slowly cover my mouth with my fingers. my eyes darted across the room, staring at all the stunned faces in the room, expecting someone to say something, something like, how dare you? how dare you say something like that? you are unbelievable, you are nothing but a... “loverboy”a girl suddenly shouted“love is in the air....”“Bad boy, so soon”“Oh my God...Yemi he has a crush on you...”The girls kept on saying one after another.“guy, when you start to follow woman?”Terry asked with wide eyes. “I’m outta words” Wole added with shrugged shoulders.“Styles you are such a perv

Chapter 9I stormed into my room, huffing and puffing loudly. My chest heaving like I had run a hundred metre race. Glaring at the neatly arrange bed in front of me. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I dashed at it unable to keep my cool I unleashed several punches on it; tossing the beddings around; transferring my anger on the bed until I had had my fill. Tired of punching I sat on the dishevelled bed. Musing about the whole incidents of the day: the one at my daddy's room; the one at the sitting room and the anger I had exerted on the poor innocent beddings. The pool of my thoughts was filled to the brim. Why am I angry? Why did I hit Wole's hand aside? Why did I manifest like that before storming out? Why didn't I listen to my head voice when it told me to keep my cool? Why do I end up doing things I don't want to do? Like cackling fiendishly in my Papa's room, grinning at my mom when I knew it would offend her; grinning but deep down I wanted t