Saved by my nightmare

Lagos, Nigeria.2012.Maliya woke up the next morning, searching for her clock on the bedside table, only to stop abruptly, remembering where she was.Three years ago, she would have cut off her left hand to be here, admist her family, but now she dreaded this place the most.She opened the bedside drawer and switched on her phone.5:30 am.She dragged herself from bed, and headed to the bathroom, only coming out when she had bathed, brushed her teeth and taken care of everything else.She muttered her supplications and folded her praying mat.Maliya had decided to carry on with her life the way she had been living for the past three years, she wouldn't become the girl she once was, she had resolved.Determined, she picked up the broom and swept the room, mended her bed, then mopped the grou

Lagos, Nigeria.2012.The smile on Maliya's face gradually thinned the more the cold dark orbs stared at her icily.The moment, even though brief, seemed to stretch on for eternity, and the feeling of normalty seemed strange in the next moment.An ice cold impulse ran down the length of her spine, goosepimples erupting all over her body.That look.It depicted an emotion, rather lack thereof.It was an unreadable look, but at the same time spoke volumes, an oxymoronous look one could call it.His lips parted as the pearly whites which used to gleam at her peeked out, his lips rounded and flattened, his pink tongue running over the length of his lower lip.It took a couple of seconds for Maliya to register that he had indeed been saying something while she  deriliously scrutinized

Lagos, Nigeria.2012.It would not be...ever.That was the first thought that Maliya had when she was shaken out of her reverie.She had temporarily been in a world where she had only the best of her memories surrounding her, and just like every other dream of hers, a nightmare followed.The only difference on that particular day was that her nightmare was personified.It didn't materialise into a flaming skull with a sadistic laugh like the one on the ghost rider's neck.Oh no...that situation would have been akin to her swinging a basket of fruits in the meadow when compared to this.The source of the chill that ran down her spine was none other than her chemistry teacher.And while other tyrants would come armed with chains, whips, canons and AK 47s, this particular one came with an

Lagos, Nigeria 2012"Okay class, we are done with the rules of indices. I want you to do the whole of chapter 3b in your general mathematics textbook" Mr George, the maths teacher said picking up his markers.The class immediately became rowdy as the man stepped out of his class, and it didn't help that it was a free period.Despite the number of teachers who had visited their class, telling them about the benefits of free periods and how they were meant to be used to study rather than frolic, none of them paid heed.It wasn't suprising however,  afterall it wasn't like the teachers didn't do the same in secondary school though.The computer teacher had been there for the first and second period that morning, and had left after the class had written her test.Since the school, for some reason known only to them, had instructed that