NOT FAIR

Like I had stated in the beginning, it is not fair, life itself is not balanced. When reading those books about the new girl who steals the bad boy's heart, I had always rooted for her. There was just something about a new character who we had bonded with from the beginning, I mean the story is from her point of view that just made you want to support her through all the things she was going through. Especially when you account for the girl who was plotting and scheming ways to stop her from getting with the dude. Who wouldn't support her? I did, I watched high school musical for Heaven's sake and through it all I supported Gabriella because Sharpay looked like a tyrant. I felt that Gabriella was better for troy. It was great supporting the new female, the protagonist, when it is in a story or movie. Still, in real life, when the protagonist isn't you, it's not a great feeling.  This story begins four years ago when I was accepted into the secondary school of my mo

With the newfound freedom that I had from Olu, I spent my time with other people, and that was how I found my first boyfriend, Adeoluwa. Now mind you, I still loved Olu, but I felt it was time to move on from him, especially when he too had a girlfriend. Meet Bola, the new student in our particular year. Now this time, we had graduated, moved up in the class ranks. We had juniors to bully, the same way we were bullied. Life was going to be fun was the thought I had going to school. I was so happy to be a senior that the night before, I couldn't sleep. I had ironed my clothes, selected my handkerchief and polished my shoes and tried to keep my new shaven head in check.I had sadly during the holiday shaved my hair because it wasn't growing and it was stressing me a lot. Because as I had mentioned previously, I didn't have a phone, I couldn't tell anyone and hoped it wouldn't shock them so much. The one person I was dreading looking at was Olu. Even with the holiday, my feeling

The classroom's atmosphere was stifling. I felt like I would be given glares if I said anything or dropped one of my pens on the floor. Everyone was so quiet, in fact too quiet that for a second, I felt that we were burying someone right then. Nobody answered the teachers even when they asked questions, we all looked to the front and diligently took notes. Our teachers were confused, but after a while, they stopped asking, instead focused on the fact that we were at least writing our notes, and no one was sleeping and or making noises. When people from other classes tried to enter or even speak to their friends, everyone

I believe we are all aware of the phenomenon called 'everything that can go wrong will go wrong?' You don't know, shocked! I can't believe there'll be anyone on this planet earth who doesn't know that. I mean I live under a rock, media wise and I know it. Anyways, what it means is that if you think something can go wrong just because it can then there'll come a day when it would definitely go wrong and you'll be so surprised. That was Friday for us. I

Now like I said before, church was always on sundays. We weren’t like those folks who would go to church everyday of the week but we never forgot about church on sundays. Even if mama wanted us to be going more frequently. And because she was a minister, we couldn’t just go for either of the two services, we had to be present for both.My church, The Living Rock, was never popular with the young adults. And by young adults, I meant people closer to my age bracket than my grandma’s. We never really had a new kid, always some new old couple or married couple just moving in. I couldn’t complain because when I tho