Unacceptable Ordeal

Sad story, every time I remember it, it chips the top left corner of my heart. Lol.

Here is the gist.

I think there was something about me in high school that made people automatically think the worst of me. I swear then teachers look at me and just want to give me a whipping. Why? Cause as far as they were concerned I was bad. Not like I made it easy on my self though, my school skirt was short and tight, my school shoes were always high but I was mighty good and clever. I only wish they gave themselves time out to know me before head-on judging me.

An incident occurred one day. A terrible, terrible one. It was a week after mid-term break of my last year in high school. My friends had spent the short holiday in my home but we decided to stay a week longer just so we didn’t have to sneak out of school to attend a party we were dying to attend. It was either staying home the extra week or not going to the party at all. Sneaking out of school was one thing I never saw myself doing even though I had friends who went clubbing frequently and didn’t seem to have a problem with sneaking out. I on the other hand was extremely grounded and too deciplined for all that.

Getting to school there was a meeting in the main hall of for final year students and all the teachers and soldiers (in case u do not know, I went to a military high school) seem to be there. Unfortunately one of the girls (C) that went home with me had a brother in the same year, the other (L)’s father was a teacher. Apparently, L told her father she was spending the holidays at C’s house because L and I lived in the same city, it would have been pointless saying she was coming to mine. Now because C’s bother arrived school a week before C and L, it was chaos in school with L’s father worried has to where his daughter had spent the mid-term break. So as soon as we arrived, there were messages waiting.

We were summoned to the teachers department by my English teacher, and she took it upon herself to do the questioning. At some point during the holidays, she had waved at me from a moving car while I was with a friend in front of my friend’s house. At another point, she had walked passed my house with me standing in front of the gate with my bothers and 3 of my bothers’ friends (six guys in total) and we had a little chat on how the holiday was going.

Would you believe the heifer after this took it on herself to say she had seen me with my friend wearing a micro- mini skirt and an extreme low cut top? What a huge lie. I was bewildered because 1) I didn’t have a micro mini skirt and even if I did I was never going to wear it to my friend’s house, for her father is a pastor and they don’t even wear trousers in that house, let alone mini skirts. 2). my skirt was below knee length and my top covered every inch of my upper body. 3) I had no idea why on earth she was lying.

The idiot didn’t stop there? She went on to say I was prostituting and that she had seen me with guys in front of a house, she said there were about 11 guys. At this point I was weak. I actually spoke, told her that she knew they were six guys and that half of them were my brothers. This woman went further to say she knew my brothers but that on the day, none of them was there.
She said she knew I had a boyfriend and she wants me to give his name. This was before I had a boyfriend (B) and prior to B I had never been in any form or sort of relationship at all. So I was oblivious to what she was saying. She started whipping me and slapping my cheeks telling me to give her my boyfriend’s name. I told her except she wants me to make up a name, I had no boyfriend.

As her mission was not yet accomplished, she looked around and told the other teachers that it was such a shame I didn’t have a boyfriend, what a pity that in all the guys that use me, none of them was happy enough to make me his girlfriend. The others opened their mouths and one of them said ‘oh my God; so u mean they use u and dump u?’ u wouldn’t believe what happened next. All the female teachers started to cry, they said they were crying for me and asking why a beautiful intelligent girl like me let men take advantage of me like that? They cried because they said the world is such a cruel, cruel place. They cried because they said they wonder how my future was going to turn out with me being a disaster at such a tender age. So I decided to break down and cry with them. I cried because I wanted God to answer my prayers of not prospering any of them in life. I cried because I could see them bear pain all through their remaining years in life. I cried because all their daughters would be used and dumped in the future.

After an hour of interrogation and serious tears in the teachers department, they let me go and do u know that through all of this no one paid attention to L and C? Absolutely unbelievable.
It turned out that L’s father didn’t have a problem with her spending time at my house or coming into school a week late, because there was no teaching that week for some strange reason. Although he was angry with her for not letting him know and getting him worried.

After the ordeal, that stupid English teacher had the audacity to enter me into a nationwide poetry competition. Idiot, idiot, stupid idiot. I gave her the nastiest piece of art imaginable; I just couldn’t be bothered with. At the time, I wasn’t thinking about myself. Too bad.

I don’t think I can ever forget that day of my life, my meeting with a bunch of useless haggard looking fools.

Memoirs of B and I

Happy people hope u’re lajesting good? Been on my feet 4 two weeks now. Am sure by now y’all know am an Ajala (traveller), the greatest one that ever lived. Been to the 4 corners of England, but as usual my Blackberry has kept me connected to your lovely blogs.

I was chatting with one of my ex-boyfriends, I have managed to still keep in contact with all of them or should I say they have managed to keep in contact with me. Ummm story for the rats in the hole.

Well I was chatting with one of them, the very first one; B. haaaa B, I have nothing but sweet memories of B. you see ern, I wasn’t one to have a boyfriend until B came along. Thing is I use to enjoy the chase, it felt so good having all these guys coming up to me and knowing that none of them had anything buzhi to say about me to their friends. It felt even better that they always tried to guess if I had a boyfriend out of city or somewhere they didn’t know about. For two years, I had an imaginary boyfriend, I always use him to wave guys off me, trust me my imaginary boyfriend had a complete profile compiled with siblings and all. I cooked the guy up good.

When B came my way, it was a different ball game. Then I was in my last year in senior secondary school (ss3), an all boarding military school. Being one of the girls on the hot list in school now, it was only normal B came along like many of them did. Um honestly, my secondary school years were the bomb, you could always spot me from miles away, light skinned, short fitted skirt, highest school sandals in the school, long sleeved rolled up shirt with black bottoms and pinned down bottoms on the collar, plus I carried a bright yellow school bag. You would always know who it was from a distance. This got me in mega trouble with staff members. Eyyy, I suffered ohh.

B on the other hand cool, neat, level headed fine boy, together we made bonnie and Clyde. Anyway, B came up and I disregarded him like I did the rest but B had his ways. I told y’all I was in an all boarding school right? I went home for Xmas and on one of those days our maid came up to me saying there was these bloke outside the gate wanting to see me. I wasn’t surprised because for some reason even blokes I don’t talk to in school find their way to my house during hols, they had an habit of coming in threes and fours, (I have 3 elder brothers, the last one of them is 3years older than I am + I am the only girl and last child in my family. Guys coming to check on me was war, as in battle field kind of waring lol!) Don’t ask me. So I went out to the gates shaking and trying to watch my steps so none of my brothers would decide they wanted to take a walk with me to have a chitty-chat. At the same time, I was thinking who it could be.

It wasn’t B, it was B’s friend. He had a message from B, I was thinking ok, let’s hear it. Told me he was hanging out with B the day before and B got some things to give to me, since he lived not too far from my house, was told to hand them over to me. Me being who I am told him to tell B to shove those things up his arse. If he thinks because of the said things I would be his girlfriend then he has a screw loose in his head. that’s how this boy started to plead oh, saying there is no way he could take the things back to his house because his mother must not find them, he cant start to explain where he got them from. On the long run, I agreed to take the things from him

Happy people, if you had seen the size of that basket, you would run. I was so scared. Even more scared that my brothers may decide they wanted to take a stroll and find me with this thing but with the help of our maid, who was actually my confidante then, I managed to hide the basket in one of the huge barrels we keep in the kitchen for dry food. Happy people you don’t want to know what was in the basket but I will tell you, a quick run through some; there was 2 wrist watches one Tommy, the other Gucci, an Oscar de la renta and Tommy girl perfume, a gold necklace and pendant, and loads of assorted biscuits and wine, along with two little Christmas cards and a huge red one too. I don’t know if y’all remember those cards with big red envelopes, the extra large ones. Kia! I was fear. More fearful than impressed. I thought I was going to run mental but at the same time I felt so good inside, ladies you feel me?

Well after the holidays I went back to school more determined than ever that I was not going to be B’s girlfriend because then he will be sure I could be bought. Meanwhile I was wearing the Gucci wrist-watch ohh. Lol! *shaking my head* silly ( it was safer wearing them in school than at home otherwise, my brothers would cut off my wrist for supper). Thing that amazed me the most is I didn’t see B for like a week but every one else saw him around, I saw him after the second week and all he did was reply to my hello, nod his head and walked on. I was so amazed it angered me. Here was me thinking I can’t wait to tell this boy off, does he think gifts are the way forward? Me I thought soon as I enter school the boy would be thinking he had the right and would start sending juniors to call me to see him. Not B. B carried on like nothing was between us for like two more weeks you know? By then I felt so rejected and sad, believe. Then one faithful night after prep soon as I stepped out of class to walk to my hostel someone pulled me by the hand and asked to walk me to my hostel, it was B and I felt my first tummy tickle, I had waited so long and the process had softened me. We had a good chat and I thanked him for the stuff instead of reprimand him like I had planned to do.

I still proved hard to get but I couldn’t hold it on for too long. His ways of doing things drew me closer to him more and more. I remember when I told B I would give him a TRIAL that was a real funny night. Soon as I said that you wouldn’t believe B sprung round and started running, lol. I screamed him to come back, he came back panting and we both busted out laughing. Asked him why he ran and he said he couldn’t believe what I just said and he was trying to run as far as possible before I change my mind.

I always got into trouble with female soldiers; if it’s not concerning my school sandals, it would be my ever shiny baby curls hair or my school uniform (skin cling skirt and breaking all the rules shirt). B seemed to love the whole show and some what encouraged me further. Lol. I remember the first time my hair got cut off in a cross in school, he snuck out of school that night and bought me a school bag full of hair products and told me “start all over again, they are just jealous”. Surprisingly B was that boy in school all the teachers loved, he was really clever, neat and his house captain, they would have never have guessed he was almost totally behind my goose chase with the female soldiers. He had a good balance of a good+bad boy image, that tripped me the most. Our relationship was so beautiful that with time the whole school and a lot of the teachers knew we were together and untrue as it may sound for naija schools, especially mine, they were very cool with it (the teachers, i mean).

The only time we had a misunderstanding was when some silly SU guy went to tell B I was flirting with him, that day I was so shocked I couldn’t even defend myself, plus B had never gotten crossed with me. Read this; the foolish boy was reading a physics text book in the library, I went up to him to ask what he was reading curious as a cat that I am. The boy asked me why I wanted to know after all I study art, what business have I got with physics. I said to him I have never thought of it but now, it all seemed interesting so I would like to know. I think at some point I must have placed my right hand on his left shoulder because I was standing and he was sitting, we were side to side. This boy just shouted GET THEE BEHIND ME, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR. ern? Strong things, I was mesmerised I just left the boy sharply. I noticed B didn’t send for me throughout that day after class, but after night prep I went to meet him on the basket ball court. It used to be so lovely at night and most of the senior student hung there every night after prep for a while. Soon as I spotted him, he walked towards me and the next thing he said was we need to talk, gen gen.

Cutting the long story short, omo guy went to tell B that me, I went to him with a purpose, to seduce him and that B should tame me. B was so vexed that on a normal day, omo guy should not come to him to chat shit, not to talk of reporting his girl? That got him really mad. Well I couldn’t say anything, he kissed me on the forehead and bided me goodnight. Ill see you in class tomorrow he said. I went to my room and cried myself to sleep. Awww poor little lighty crying. Awwww. The second day I went to find that boy, it wasn’t hard because the silly boy was my class captain. I raked for this boy ern, he cried back to his hostel. I was so unimpressed as to how dirty his mind could be, being an SU that he claimed to be.

In loving memoirs of the times I shared with B, I thought I would share this little part of me with you. Stay happy people. X.

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