Tales Of Fikayo

Fikayo's POV"Fikayo, aren't you ready. Don't make me late on the first-day." Tola yells probably from the living room.I woke up around 4 am to cook food for the whole family and now it's just seven am, shey I didn't try? I've not yet eaten, and it seems like I won't eat this morning."How many years does she want to spend dressing up." I hear Tolu say as I approach the living room."I wonder too." Tola puts in."I'm ready before you people kill me with words." I say as I approach them.My Dad must have gone to work, and my stepmother must have gone to her shop.They walk out of the house and I follow behind them. We enter the car and I sit at the front seat then the driver zooms off.*********"OMG, you've become more pretty. I've missed you so much." Sade shouts immediately she sees me."I've missed you as well."

Fikayo's POVThrough out the past two weeks, things were hectic for me. Apart from the normal hatred that I received at home, I also tried my best to avoid my seatmate, Ayomide. Trust me it was not easy for me. He kept trying different methods to have a conversation with me but I shut everything out. Today is Friday and  I'm currently lying down on my bed with my earpiece plugged into my ears, within the comfort of my room. I've done my house chores for this evening. I have also prepared dinner of pap and akara for the family. Just like any normal time, I ate just a little. Not that it's what I want but it's my stepmother's rule. I only eat the quantity she gives me which is always very little. I have assignments to do but I'm not ready for them yet. I'll do them tomorrow but now, I want to savour the music playing into my ears. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, putting my mind to the lyrics of the song that's

Fikayo's POV"What the hell happened here."A voice that sounds like my father voice disturbs my sleep. I sit up on my bed and use my hands to rub my face. It can't be Daddy. I thought he said that they'll be back in the evening na. Now my plan to rest this afternoon has spoilt."Fikayo! Tola! Tolu! Come out this instant." My Father's voice sounds again and immediately I stand up from my bed. I put on my slippers and rush to the living room. On getting to the living room I find my father, my stepmother and my stepsisters standing at the entrance. My father's eyes are read, he is really angry."What happened here Fikayo?" He yells, facing my direction.I looked around them I understand what he means. The living room is seriously scattered. The chairs are all around. The floor is filled with dirt, wrappers of different eatable things. "I don't know Sir." I reply my head fac

Fikayo's POVWhen we arrive at home, my father's car is parked in the driveway. He came early from work today. I come down from the car and walk into the house trying my best not to make noice with my steps. But my stepsisters are chattering so my effort to be quiet is ruined. Fortunately for me, there's no-one in the living room so I just go to my room. On getting to my room, I throw my bag on the chair and I remove my shoes from my legs, throwing them on the floor. I'll arrange my things later.  I put off my uniform and wear a comfy cloth; a joggers and a plain top. After that, I grab my phone and lay on my bed gently. I'm still having body aches. I need to take paracetamol.I stand from my bed and make my way towards the kitchen in search of paracetamol. Once I find it inside a jar, I take two pieces and I take them into my mouth, using water to swallow it. The bitter taste of the drug

Ayomide's POVBeing the only living child of a rich entrepreneur has its perks and downsides. To me, the downsides are more then the perks. I'd give anything to have a different life. Not that I don't love my parents.I'm the only living child of my parents and to be precise, the only male child. I once had two siblings, an elder brother and a younger sister but they are gone now. How they died is a story for another day.My father owns a company which is the second leading company in this country. He expects me to follow his footsteps and take over the company when I'm older but I don't want to. I'm interested in business but I don't want to have anything to do with my father's company. My father might think I don't know about the shady things he has done all in the name of his company but I'm actually well aware.As much as I can remember, I spent most of my childhood with my cousin and her family. Her family is a