“Ayo! Ayo!! Ayo!!!"
A furious but caring mother called from the kitchen. She kept calling until she couldn’t hold her patience anymore. Now muttering to herself ‘it's past six in the morning and this girl still finds pleasure in sleeping when she’s supposed to be preparing for school’.
Esther Cole left what she was doing in the kitchen and headed straight to the bedroom. She took a look at the sleeping figure on the bed and displeasure was written all over her face. She, however, could not blame the 10 year old girl. Instead, she blamed the untimely death of her husband, the girl’s father. She tapped the sleeping figure on the bed thrice before the girl yawned loudly and replied ‘Yes’ amidst sleepy eyes.
As soon as the girl answered, she prepared to continue her sleep but was interrupted by her mother who was visibly angry.
“Come on! Get up and get dressed for school,” the woman yelled at her daughter. “What kind of daughter still sleeps by this time of the day when her mates are getting ready for school?”
The little girl sprang up at once. She is no other person than Ayomide Cole, the daughter of late Mr. Jeffery Cole and Mrs. Esther Cole. She headed straight for the bathroom just across the bedroom. Having seen that the girl was fully awake, the woman hurriedly went back to the kitchen to check the boiling rice on the stove.
Mrs. Cole lives happily with her only child and daughter in a room and parlour self-contain. The apartment though large enough to accommodate both mother and daughter is smaller compared to the mansion they previously lived in. Mr. Cole, her late husband, was a very wealthy businessman. He has numerous mansions all over the city but all this was inherited by his brothers leaving nothing for the innocent wife.
Mrs. Cole has come to accept the change since the death of her husband, Jeffery but her daughter doesn’t seem to flow with the tide. Her husband’s family had sent them out of the house claiming she was responsible for the death of Jeffrey and also since she has no male child for the late man, she has no right whatsoever to his properties. Having no one to defend her, she quietly left with her daughter whom they presumed to be a bastard child. It’s been three months now since they moved into this new apartment and four months since the death of her husband.
“I can’t allow myself to continue dwelling in the past,” Mrs. Cole thought out loud. Just then Ayo jumped into the kitchen and announced that she had just finished taking her bath. This jolted Mrs. Cole back to reality. She was having one of her numerous episodes where she laments on her predicament.
“Which past?” Ayo queried.
“Is this how to greet?” an alarmed mother queried.
“Good morning ma,” Ayo greeted kneeling down with both legs.
“Morning, how are you?”
“I’m fine ma.”
“Mom! What’s this smell I’m …” Before Ayo could complete her sentence, Mrs. Cole sprang up from her sitting position remembering the food on the cooking stove. She hurriedly turned down the heat from the stove and opened the lid of the pot. Luckily, the rice wasn’t burnt but the water in it was completely dried.
“Mom, is it burnt?” a curious Ayo demanded.
“Almost.” She took a spoon from the kitchen table. “Let me dish out your food so you can eat and leave for school. You are running late.”
“Don’t forget to pack my food for lunch in school.” She pointed at the top shelf in the kitchen corner. “My lunch bag is right there.”
“I won’t FFO,” Mrs. Cole said jokingly. She served Ayo her breakfast and the girl left for the sitting room to eat.
Ten minutes later, Ayo finished eating. She joined her mom in the kitchen. This time, she was fully dressed and ready to go, with her backpack hung on her shoulder. What remained was her launch bag which her mom had safely packed her lunch in. She took the bag and stood for a minute, hoping her mom would say something but the woman wasn’t even aware Ayo was back with her.
“Mom!” Ayo called for the second time before her mom turned to look in her direction with a sigh. “Are you thinking again?”
“No, my dear.”
“Thinking her mom was only worried about her, she wrapped her arms around her. “I’ll be fine, mum. Have a nice day.”
Saying this, Ayomide headed towards the exit. However, she stopped while at the door. “Love you!” – and waited for a response.
“Love you, dear” her mother said with affection. “I would be in” –
After hearing this, Ayo smiled and ran out, not waiting to hear the rest of what her mother has to say.
– “your school soon,” Mrs. Cole completed, even though she knew Ayo was beyond earshot. She sighed again, while she journeyed back to the day of her husband’s death.
Mr. Cole had travelled out of the country on a business meeting and had called her a day before he met his death, that he would be arriving the next day. The day of his said arrival was a Sunday and as usual, she had dressed her daughter in the fanciest of dress in her closet. She herself doesn't look so bad in her beautiful Sunday dress. They'd gone to church first and planned on driving to the airport after service to pick up her husband, and then head home together. But God’s plan had been different that day. She and her daughter were still making their way through the crowd in front of the church, trying to avoid frivolous talks from members and colleagues, when her phone rang. She'd picked on the first ring and that was all it took for her to collapse. Not only had she fallen but she had known at that moment that her life would soon be dust. The people she had tried to avoid were the ones that came to her aid and put her daughter to safety, while they rushed her to the hospital. On return from the hospital, two days later, she met her belongings outside with her husband’s brother now in possession of the house. They'd immediately sent her packing, not after accusing her of witchcraft and calling her daughter, a bastard. She’d left quietly without exchanging words with them. With the savings she had on her as at the time, she had acquired the place, she and daughter now called home, and started their lives afresh and from people who knew them.
It was Ayo’s first day as a secondary school student and also in a new school. She reminded herself of the first day she was there. It was just three weeks ago during the summer break, when she came with her mom to register as a J. S. S 1 Student. On that day, she had written the school’s entrance examination as a determining factor to either accept or reject her. She was lucky to have scraped a little above the pass mark. Anyways, she was offered admission a week after that and was informed to begin registration in earnest. Since then, she hadn’t returned to the premises until today.Judging by the standard and look of the school, it’s a school for the average family, built on a 3-plot land. It has a U-shaped structure. It is a three floor building with enough classrooms, library, 2 school halls, a dining hall, 2 staff rooms, enough offices, laboratories and so much more. Its sporting facilities are accurately equipped and the teachers are well qualif
“Hey! You there, come to the podium,” the principal’s repeated his statement and this too, found its way through Ayo’s discarded mind. She could hear someone talking but she didn’t know the owner of the voice was pointing directly at her, or she doesn’t want it to be her. Then, the girl behind tapped her gently. Ayo was infuriated, not because of the touch but of calling her attention to something she was trying to ignore. Now, everyone knows it’s her the principal is referring to.As if that wasn’t enough, the girl added, “He’s talking to you.”“Me?” Ayo asked, as if shocked by the girl’s word.“Are you deaf or what?” The principal adjusted his glasses to make sure he’s looking in the right direction. “You without the school uniform.”Ayo, knowing fully well she was the only one not wearing the school uniform, realized there’s no
After that brief moment of triumph for Ayo, the vice principal, Mrs. Smith, read out the school rules and regulations from the school’s handbook, among which are; lateness and laziness are not allowed, obey your senior at all time.“Failure to comply with these rules attract punishment to the deterrent.” She looked up at the students. “I mean appropriate punishment from the disciplinary committee.”Ayo knew she had violated two of those rules just this morning, her first day in school. She dreaded the idea of the senior students eventually reporting to a teacher. Yet, she felt at ease, owing to the likeness she believed they all have towards her.‘If only my mom had enough money to pay for my school’s transport! If only I didn’t have to change my school! If only we didn’t move from our old house! If only my dad was still alive!’ Ayo muttered to herself, taking herself down the memory
“Who is Ayomide Cole!?” A male student strolled into JSS 1B, uninvited.Ayo froze where she sat. 'What is it again?' she lamented. She couldn’t even raise her head up, as she recalled the face of the intruder. Getting into trouble with him that morning was just a misdeed and she wanted nothing more than to apologize. Maybe, he eventually reported her to a teacher. She got more tense just at the mere thought of that. Was she going to be caned today? She buried her face on her desk.“I asked who is Ayomide?,” Bayo, the senior student Ayo encountered at the gate, repeated.“It’s her!” A girl yelled, pointing directly at Ayo.Both Bayo and Ayo traced the owner of the voice. Ayo noticed it was the same fat girl, who wouldn’t stop talking in the assembly that morning. ‘What kind of girl is this for God’s sake?’Bayo on the other hand traced the pointing finger of the girl who s
It was about 2 PM before Mrs. Cole got to work that day. She proceeded to her boss’ office, without delay, to let him know she had arrived. Her boss, Mr. Badmus was not happy about her late arrival. Though, he was aware she went to her daughter’s school and he had permitted her to go. But he never expected her to arrive this late when it’s just 2 hours to closing.“I thought you promised to be at the office before 12,” Mr. Badmus said, rather calmly. He didn’t want to upset her. He knew all about what she has faced and what she is still facing. She saw him as her comforter and benefactor. Still yet, as her boss, he ought to let her know what she did wasn’t right.“This is past two, and you are just coming in!” he queried. “You know it’s not polite.”“Please sir, I’m really sorry. It wasn’t totally my fault. The traffic was just too much,” explained Mrs. Cole. “B
Ayo couldn’t wait for school to be over. To her, the time was getting slower by the minute. She knew her mates were talking about her and she could not wait to get out of the class. Throughout the rest of the lesson for that day, she paid less attention. She just wanted to get home. Not only did she want to avoid them, worms are beginning to bite at her stomach. All thanks to her timid self for making her lunch spill. At that moment of thoughts, she heard the jingle of the bell.“At last, it’s 2 O’clock,” Ayo stated.“Are you in a hurry to get home?” Bukky asked curiously.“Not really.” She carried her backpack and lunch bag.” I just want to get away from school.” She walked past Bukky briskly on her way out of the classroom. After she left the class, she went to stand by one of the school buses on which ‘School Bus 3’ was written boldly. She has been told earlier by the
When Bayo got home, he became restless. He couldn’t help but think about the events of the day, which had left his mind at a cliff. From when he pardoned a junior student to when he was told to call the same student. He was even surprised she was in a B-class, judging from how his classmates had praised her. They just wouldn’t stop talking about how brave she was, that morning. He was she most of them had exaggerated but he had no choice but to listen, since he wasn’t there to witness it himself.That same Monday, he had also encountered a woman while on gate duty, one that wasn’t his. The striking resemblance of the Nightingale girl, as she was now called, and the unknown woman didn’t escape his notice. And he couldn’t help but think she was her daughter. The woman had even complimented him without him knowing her. She had also told him to take care of her daughter like her big brother and smiled down at him. In his mind, he
Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!This was the sound Ayo heard from her sleep. She stood up reluctantly and realized she had slept off without even reading the book with her. The book which was not soaked with her sweat. She still couldn’t believe she fell asleep, as she stood up reluctantly to open the door. Ayo was one who had always loved reading and had never fallen asleep while doing what she loved best. But everything had dramatically changed since the death of her father. Sleeping was now her regular habit and she loved it. It helps to ease the painful memories she felt. Especially that one Sunday when the death of her father hit her like a hurricane. Loneliness was also one of the reasons she took to sleeping on days like this. On that day, she had also slept in class but blamed it on the constant staring of her classmates.“Ayo, are you in there?” Bukky shouted. “Or did I come to the wrong apartment?”Just then the door creaked