All Chapters of DYNAMIC DIARY OF TEE.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I was told, my name is Tiara.I hate that name with all the nerves I've got. Sometimes I sit down and wonder, was it my father that suggested it or my mother and why? But I would never know because I really never met them, now that is a story for another day. I saw myself growing up in an orphanage home run by the Reverend Sisters of Immaculate Heart of Mary popularly called, IHM briefly.They were a religious group of nice people who thought it wise to fangle a foundation under the church. Their successful mission was to provide a home for many of the homeless kids that plagued the ghetto streets of Ajelli. They fed us, clothed us, and most times people who were living comfortably and those who had things to spare visited us with few measures of rice, loaves of bread, worn out clothes and even faded shoes that they no longer use. We always expected them and they never disappointed, each time they visited, it was Christmas for us.We felt loved. But then there was something every ki

That brief phone call he had with his so-called boss provoked an anxious button in my heart. I felt my skin creeping and my conscience woke up to torment me. I just left a woman who brushed me up, gave me a life and a reason to live without saying goodbye and I am here, sitting down in a car beside a guy I met barely few hours ago, what is preposterous if not this?I exhaled deeply, putting myself in order as I glanced towards him. "I never got your name?""It's Amlek Malika John."He reeled off as if it had been at the tip of his tongue waiting on my query.With the knowledge of his name, I was able to decipher his origin, he was a northerner but a Christian. Actually, by mere looking at him, you could never tell, he was strikingly handsome and appealing to the eyes with no tribal inscriptions on his face which was predominant for most northerners."I never really got yours?"He asked, looking at me with a grin, actually I was expecting a raised brow."Tee."I replied tersely, bitin

When Malika left for downstairs, I felt like chasing after him but then, I wanted this so I had to face it, head on. Breathing in heavily, I turned around and entered the long room and the energy evolving from the attitude I got from them ladies suffocated me. Trust me, it was better to get beaten than to go down that lane."Hmm. This is trouble. Alissa will definitely not tolerate this girl if she comes back tonight."The fattest in the room said in a sing-songy way while applying her lipstick infront of her hand mirror as everyone began to drop their very offensive and insecure opinions and thoughts.-"Is she even up to eighteen?"-"Her name is Tee? What happened to R and S?"-"Haha she is down there, you could verify."And they all laughed boisterously. I wasn't welcomed at all and I felt so odd, but I decided to mind my business and pay deaf ears to them. The latter was almost impossible."But guys, she is so fresh, like I feel so overused."Someone whispered."-Oh spare me those