LOGINMARTHA HAS STUCKto Olaedo's hip like a sore thumb. The tiny half-caste always ensures to stop by Olaedo's dorm room every morning for them both to walk to school together.Olaedo cannot conclude if this is a good thing or... Rather disturbing. She'd go for the former, for now. She admits she's secretly digging the attention Martha's been showering her. It feels eeriely nice to know that someone, apart from Zoba and Jessica, cares enough to stop by and wait for her every morning. Besides, Zoba and Jessica have been seriously scarce lately and the only time they stop by Olaedo's dorm is when they have a general class for their first period.Olaedo remembers the first time Martha came to her room. It was as she promised; the next day. She arrived with a giddy smile when Olaedo was about parting her hair into two braided ponytails.Tolani had answered the door. One dress shoe hung loosely on her free h
THREE SET OF FEET,among others, hits the ground unrhythmically. Jessica pants loudly as she squeezes her way around students to catch up with the duo.They are running late and it's all Zoba's fault and Olaedo doesn't fail to remind her every four minutes. Speaking of which..."Zoba, this is all your fault!" She states with gritted teeth, "Look at this! I'm sweating already and we've not even gotten to the church yet!"Zoba groans as she bumps her shoulder against someone, "Please, let me hear word! We're not even that late!"Olaedo glares at the back of her sister's head. Seeing the chapel close by makes a sigh of relief leave her.She endeavors to perform the mandatory sign of the cross; tapping her forehead then her shoulders. She places her hands together as though she's praying then exhales a long sigh.Olaedo huffs when she realiz
"Miss Joseph?" Mr. Fischer calls when the bell rings finally. The remaining of the students file out leaving only Olaedo and the 49-year old C.R.S teacher.The teacher honestly looks stressed and mildly disorganized. Being the C.R.S teacher and also the homeroom teacher really dies a number on him. Olaedo greets him politely to which Mr. Fischer flashes her a polite smile."Sorry sir, am I in trouble?"Mr. Fischer drops his highlighter pen and waves his hand casually, "No. Not at all. It's quite the opposite, actually. I called you back to commend you..." He smiles.A proud yet shy smile envelopes the whole of Olaedo's face."You've been doing so well in all your tests and assignment submissions," The homeroom teacher continues, "I'm impressed.""Thank you very much, sir.""You're welcome, Olaedo." Mr. Fischer nods with a smile.&n
October, 2019"I'm sorry I haven't called for a month now, Olaedo." Miriam's worried voice echoes on the speaker of Olaedo's iPad."Mummy, it's fine," Olaedo laughs, "I do not forgive you, but it's fine."Miriam smiles from the other side of the phone, her hand caressing her bump majestically."How are you? Are your provisions still intact? How are the teachers?" Miriam bombards her daughter with questions."Mom, everything is fine! The teachers teach and my provisions are still intact. How are you, mom?"Miriam hides a sigh under a yawn, "Home is fine. Nathaniel is taking a nap. Sarah, Matthew's wife, is pregnant! I'm so excited! She promised to visit soon..."Olaedo nods even if her mom can't see it. She could feel her mother's giddiness oozing from her phone. She could picture her mother and Sarah chatting excitedly on
"What's he saying?" Lydia leans in close as she whispers to Olaedo.They are currently in Advanced Government class and Olaedo is not impressed at all. The same can be said for Lydia. It seems like the Advanced Government is too advanced for the teacher."If I tell you I understand, I lie." Olaedo shakes her head with a grimace.Olaedo begins to rethink her choice of sitting in the third row of seats."Egypt didn't get their independence in 1924," Olaedo retorts accusingly. "It was in 1922 though it was partial..."Lydia shakes her head as she bumps her shoulder against Olaedo's.The remaining 30 minutes of the 45 minutes class ran too slow. The teacher kept spewing unverified historical facts. He had an habit of dodging questions and cutting off his explanations short."I think I lost a few brain cells." Lydia declares as they step out o
"Olaedo, what's up with you? You look like shit!"Olaedo rolls her eyes at her sister. It's true though, she looks like melted butter on a chocolate cake. Dark bags coats underneath her eyes and her cheeks feels flatter than usual."I was at the library. Oh, hey Jessica!" Olaedo nods in apprehension at the smiling student."Hi Olaedo," Jessica waves cheekily. She is cute."Stop flirting with my potential best-friend!" Zoba points an accusing finger at Olaedo.Olaedo scoffs as she shoves her black locks into a tight bun."I thought I was your best friend?" Olaedo mocks hurt.The barbie-trio—Tolani, Chidimma and Cynthia—were already gone and Olaedo can bet on her left ass cheek that they didn't go to class directly. She shuts the room door with her key and they begin walking."I de-beste