EXCERPTS FROM MY DIARY

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~crushing episodes~

Those days when writing love letters was the real deal, there was a young man who would trail me after writing an awful piece which we(friends) all laughed about. His grammar was so flawed and in a bid to impress, I'm sure he visited the dictionary but unfortunately did not learn how to apply those words in the right context.

I hated the way he trailed me and was afraid to go out sometimes even when I was sent on errands. Thank God I wasn't hurt and I was relieved when I learnt he had left the environs for school. Praise God!

Meanwhile, I was liking a guy secretly while preparing for GCE. Of course no one knew because I even hardly talked to anyone in the class so my secret remained with me. I liked him because he was such a brain at mathematics and he was really cool about it. He didn't puff up or spread himself abroad because of it.

I was glad when it was announced in class that I was the best in the English mock exam we did. I was so proud of myself and secretly wished he would like me for that. Lol. Well maybe he liked me too but just like me, didn't say anything. I think one of those days or some of those days, I caught his eyes staring.

Hahahahahaha. Funny thoughts.

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~Memories~

I remember the way Udo would go sit in a corner when results were out and everyone was reacting to the content of their report cards. No one would imagine that this guy was not just the first position in class of about 200 or more students.

 I had resumed quite late that first term, actually my first time in secondary school. Dad brought me to school that day and hurried with the registration. Then he was directed to my class, JSS1C. I was in utter shock to see a mass of students in just one class. The roll call showed there were about 200 students in each class. I bowed my head wearing shyness was something I was used to but that day confusion hit me as just struggled to find a seat.

The Integrated Science teacher stood waiting for me to sit. "ahn ahn, sit down now, you are blocking my view! Shift for her na, you people are just 5 on your seat! Don't be selfish why are you putting your bag on the seat, nobody is sitting there!" I heard shouts from various corners of the class. I stood confused, wondering what to do. It took the teacher's intervention before there was calm.
"You over there, adjust and let her sit". Without further talk, she faced the board to continue her writing.

The girls on that seat, Ogochukwu and Vivian did not find it funny to have another buttocks take a share of that seat. So they moved to the edge of the seat, leaving only a little space for half of my buttocks to at least find succour. I thanked God I was now at ease a little bit because the eyes had turned from me to the board.

I took out one of the new exercise books dad bought for me at the bookstore and began to write…. Topic: PUBERTY
Just as if God wanted to show them pepper, Ogochukwu who sat beside me looked into my book and said, "nawa o, this girl, your writing is fine o". I smiled. God was fighting my battle and I was holding my peace. Hahahahaha. So she adjusted for me to sit well so that she could copy from my note.

After class that Vivian wanted to make a scene. She started talking and shouting. "You cannot sit here. Go and find where to sit." Only one word I said to her put her off because the boys and girls laughed at her and shouted,  "Yeh, ela oju kan, o wole"(one eye for you, e  enter).
What was the saving sentence. It was what I had learnt from my aunt Nk. "Please shut up and let me know when it is raining". I got pissed when droplets of her spittle hit against my skin.

That was the end of the matter that day and afterwards, Vivian and I were to be best of friends. Quite a brilliant and smart girl she was.

By the way, Puberty was a topic that was God sent to me. At the time, I was facing confusion as to what was happening to my body. The only explanation I got was that if I got near to men, I would get pregnant. What an eye opener that day was to me. It was a relieve to know that the pains I was feeling was normal and the body change and development of breast and all was normal. (story for another day)

When results for the term was out, I was 4th position. I couldn't believe it. I had resumed later than my mates. So I thought that maybe I was 4th among the girls because we were too much in a class for me to turn out 4th. Vivian was 3rd and she cried her eyes out. She said her dad would kill her and she refused to go home until late evening. I was later told the result was combined for both boys and girls.

I was elated and felt fulfilled. Daddy would be happy with me. However, Udo sat by a corner and I wondered why this guy was always like this. Very fine boy. I was shocked to learn he was first position. No, one shouldn't be this calm with such an achievement.

Anyway, I ran home to wait for dad, hoping for a pat in the back and a broad smile.
Dad looked at the report card late in the night.  I remember the yellow lantern he read with. He looked up and asked, "who took first position in your class?"

"It's a boy. His name is Udochukwu" I answered.

"Does he have two heads? Why did you not come first? Next time take that position, you hear me?"

My shoulder dropped. My heart collapsed. But daddy served us food that night and made sure we slept on time. He probably didn't want to show excitement so that I could sit up. My thoughts

Next term, I beat Vivian by climbing a step higher. I was 3rd and she was 5th. So if she cried her eyes out when she took 3rd position, I leave you to imagine what she did this time around.
I understood what she meant by those tears. Because I still had to explain to dad why I didn't get the 1st position this time.

Dear Parents,
Diary of a child

#tobecontinued
#pentolifediary


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