Life at Grace Reform Academy

I stood at the school gate, taking simultaneous glances at my wrist watch,7:34am. Omotoni was late. Toni was my best friend since Jss 3. She was this thin bony girl when she resumed at Barcliff Academy, and the bullies seeing that they had a prey were eager to pounce on her. I had to just not mind my business.As time went on, I later got to discover that my best friend was anorexic. Before she became that thin, she was very big and fat. She was bullied and made jest of, and instead of taking the right way. She decided not to eat again. Taking in food when only necessary and then purging it right back. It was sickening, I had tried to convince her several times to go for therapy. That she wasn't fat in anyway, but Toni wasn't convinced. She continued to starve herself till now and became more thinner as the days went by. I didn't think eating disorders were a thing until Toni proved it to me."Hey!" Someone smacked my head from be

Knock knock. I pulled my duvet over my head, hoping desperately that whoever was at the door would get the signal and leave. Knock knock. Groaning, I pulled the pillows over my head, lying face down and then thrashing on the bed. The person knocked again and I knew that if I didn't want trouble I had better open the door to check it out. Standing from the bed, I got down and almost fell face flat on the floor. Somehow the duvets had tangled my whole body, making it hard to move. I sat with my legs stretched out and tried to untangle myself. The person knocked again. "I'm coming, I'm coming." I hollered, thankfully unknotting myself and leaving the cover on the floor. I unlocked the door, face

"That is Cecelia, correct Instagram babe. She's an influencer and has managed to amass a lot of followers in the space of three months she started. Those two behind her are Tamilore and Princess." "Cecelia looks sort of familiar." "Yeah, you should know her. She's kinda social media famous. If you get." "Ooh. Or is she the @Queen cee?" No wonder I had this feeling that I knew her from somewhere. Toni was always showing me her insta updates.  "Yeah, you get it now." Janet smiled, she went back to solving a question in her notebook. I expected her to lift head from the book and introduced the rest to me,the one-sided introduction she had been doing. She chewed the end of her pen, pointing i

It was my third day at GRA. So far, I had been convinced that the cain I saw on the head mistress table was for fashion and show casing. The highest punishment anyone got was the duty; and I wasn't interested in knowing what it was. So I just left it that way. "What are we having next?" I voiced, questioning Janet. I still haven't gotten my time table yet. "You know you really should get the time table." Janet stared at me, giving me her mummy look I was getting used to. I swear she looked like my mum threatening me, with that look. "I'll do it."  I waved her off, standing up too. Half of the class was empty by now. "When? After school year is over." She pressed on, stretching and then meandering her way through the clusters if tables and chairs,

Nigerian sun usually feels like it was ordered specially from the center of production. Just a 5 minutes stroll under it and you're already sweating like a Christmas goat. Somebody like me who doesn't sweat much face problems like this, talk more of those that sweat at everything. They practically get soaked.I've been at the gate of the house for the past 10 minutes, and Musa was nowhere to be found. Normally, the gate would be opened wide and Musa would be sitting under the shade of his little house waiting for us all to get back, but now the gate was looked. I fanned myself with a notebook again and used it as a mini umbrella over my head.If I had my phone with me, I would probably called Sister Tutu to come unlock it but again, No phone!"Ahn! Small madam! You don come." Musa said as he ran the remaining distance between us.I sighed in relief, finally. "Where did you go na? I've been waiting since."