Me #1

Once again, I was stuck in the hell I called school. My feet were hurting from the run I did to the field. You see, the thing is, my school doesn't have assembly on the assembly ground. We do it on our field, under the scorching hot sun. So much fun.We line up in three's, then stand until the assembly is over. As the choir sing marching choruses, we all march like soldiers to our classes. But what else do you expect from a Naval school.After the long march to the classes, we still go back to the school gates where our bags are usually dropped and then stand in a long line for the bags to be searched, its so tiring.My class was loud like every other morning, with my classmates making unnecessary noise that always attracted the ratings. The ratings were naval officers who walked around the school with sticks for whooping our asses, backs and the common hand. I call them, Devils In Blue. My class was like a ma

A crush.Crush"[countable] informal a feeling of love and admiration for someone, often someone you know you cannot have a relationship with. It wasn't really love, just a schoolgirl crush. have a crush on someone: I used to have a massive crush on my geography teacher."Atleast that's what the internet said and I had it bad for Joseph.It was an average Tuesday afternoon and we were having combined Physics lesson, which meant I was in the same class as Joseph.I did listen but for the small writing intervals we had, my eyes were glued to Joseph's face. He was so perfect yet he had a bunch of flaws. The fact that he had a few dark spots on his light skin and his trousers waist band was big and kept falling down to his butt, little things only a stalker would notice. Not that I was....But while my eyes were glued to

It was really scary tiptoeing around my house the next morning, I had in mind that the moment I made the tiniest noise, my parents would jump out and yell at me.I felt like I was walking on really thin ice with sharp spiky things on it. Unfortunately, my mum not being home meant no food and I didn't really eat anything last night.I grabbed a few naira notes and quickly left, taking full notice of the skinny light skinned man whom was laying on the floor beside a few of his, as he called it, 'decorative' alcoholic wine. Some one would be getting hungover soon.I waited earlier than usual for my school bus which didn't belong to the school. It was a private means of transportation which some times I wasn't a fan of.Getting in, I sat beside Maureen and Rose who too were stuck in the dark blue bus. I knew they could tell something was up and I didn't really want to discuss this with anyone, not even Maur

I hardly ever believe the saying, it's a small world because really, this Earth is massive and like, not small. I have this common problem where, if I don't know you, you're invisible to me. And when I realize you exist, I see you every where. I hate it.I also have really bad memory and only important people or those who make an impact in my life that stick to me. I mean, there isn't enough space in my memory office up there.So imagine how shocked I was to see Stereo boy. A person whom made no impact in my life what so ever and I actually remembered his face. That was something new.He walked through the hallway, confident as ever, his red sneakers complementing his look. I stepped out of the class, silently hoping he'd spot me, smile, walk over and start a conversation, like in books and movies. I expected something cliche.Instead, he decided to stomp on my impossible imagination b

Not EditedThe night had ended unexpectedly horrible and sooner than later, my cousins left. I was all alone in my room pondering on what to do.I took a leap of faith and opened the door, dragging myself with faux confidence as I approached my mother. I pushed open her room door, letting it slam against the wall. Offence #1. Walking up to my mother who was just sitting on the bed, zoned out with this pathetic look on her face. "What the hell mum?" Offense #2, Her head snapped to my direction, her face clouded with frustration and confusion. "What?" I pressed my lips into a straight line. "Why would you stupidly accuse dad of such. He would never, so I'm telling you now, never in your life-"The sound of skin to skin echoed through the house. Snapping out of my fantasy, I shook my hea