"I didn't know this place even exists", I say and she nods with a mouthful.
"No one in this school does", she says when she's finally done with chewing. "My brother used to be the drama club president in his set and he found the keys and he gave them to me when he graduated. I always come here when I want to go away".
The attic in the drama room is at the top of the stairway leading to nowhere, well, that what I thought till Chidimma pulled out a key and fitted it into a keyhole in the wooden wall. It's a small room with a desk, a bench and a minishelf of books.
"Wanna see the view?". I nod.
She stands up and I do too, the little window shows the sports centre of the school and the roads outside the school fence. The
IBIMWhy you texting me?This is Ibim, gotta be a mistakeI didn't reply to his text till the next morning when I was finally allowed to leave the infirmary, the plaster was changed this morning and I had to come back to the infirmary after lunch to take medications.I needed to find Mofe. I hadn't spoken to her since she walked out of the infirmary . I walked to my locker and then towards hers but I was pulled away."Hi, Ibims"."Mina, you do not just grab a blind girl like that"."I'm so sorry", she says and I nod. "I was going to tell you that Mofe left school last night and no one has
It's not a mistake. We really need to talk. I know you know somethingI stared at my phone blankly as Siri's voice stopped for the fifteenth time that hour. What do I say to this?I walk to the drama room and Chidimma's nice voice met me at the door."Hello, Ibim". Said she. "So nice of you to show up""Yes. Umm.... you said you-"."I was thinking if you've ever thought about drama club. I know you're already a pianist and you make mixtapes but I feel you have it in you"."You think I'm a good recruit for your club?'"Yes. We have drama week in March and rehearsals s
Group presentations usually took half of the first period and since this was poetry club, I was hardly interested in it. Malik and I had found seats at the far back of the hall. While they introduced the first presenter; Mofe."Hello everyone, Mofy here and I will be presenting a poem written by Sarima Egwakhide titled Texting with him". she proceeds to start her poem and soon everyone is silent listening to the words. It's a love poem from the hoots from girls and boys alike. I look away from the stage for a split second and my eyes fell on Chidimma, she smiled at me, a smile I reciprocated and then her friends; Abby and Sarima whispered something her ears then they both laugh except her who just looked at me again shyly. The whole scene makes me smile a bit before paying attention back to poetry."All these fe
Somehow, I was on my way to Drama room, we were having our first meet up today and I can hardly believe I was going through dram without her. I really miss her"Is this drama?", a voice made me lift my head. Her voice was a perfect fit for the round shape that housed oval framed glasses and a head of hair packed in a bun with glittery scrunchies."Yes...Are you signing up too?""Yes", she said falling into a seat next to me. "Have you done drama before now?".I played with the strings of my shorts, my nails were bitten back and once I noticed them I rolled my hand in a ball. "I used to play at my old school".She nods. "I hone
IBIMBevy was crying her, her voice was cracked and her sobs filled the bathroom stall, she was in. I was in the one next to hers, with my feet hugging my knees, in the most uncomfortable position on the toilet seat. I felt bad for listening to her cry, it felt like I was stealing from her, the privacy she had wanted but there I was as she cried for reasons unknown to me.She sniffed as noise made its way from her stall to mine. She was ready to leave, she flushed the toilet and her stall door opened, her feet was noisy on the chinaware floor. She walked out of the bathroom and I immediately removed my legs from their terribly uncomfortable position. I had been thinking a thousand reasons why Bevy was crying so bitterly in the girls' bathroom all day, I am still thinking of more reasons as I walk to the drama room.
Bevy fell sick the next day and the entire school was somehow aware of this, she had vomited during assembly, her temperature had skyrocketed and everyone was a buzz. Mofe stood by me, telling me everything in details; everyone was talking about her illness, rumours said she was pregnant, others said her sickness was linked with her crying fit during her presentation some days ago or was it yesterday?"She isn't pregnant", Manny said in the group."Why? Did you pull out early?", Jesse, one of the "rough" boys said. Mofe was responsible for categorising.Rough, wannabe-bad boys, etc"Shut the fuck up, Fam".No one laughs or sneers, we are all engulfed in the screaming silence of the rumours at Ogan. Bevy
RHEMAMalik and I walked to the breakfast hall that day, I was struggling with my tie when Chidimma walked up to me, her was in a high bun. She had the best hair. She waved at Malik and he replied with a grunt and walked away faster than I thought he would."Have you spoken to him?"I nod."Well, you need to , the whole Bevy thing has shed some darkness on the homosexual rumours but Bevy's gist will soon end and your best friend will be in the spot light again". She reaches for my tie and help me with it. I am too shocked by her boldness to move as she knots it. "All done". She's off her tip toes and we walk into the breakfast room."Meet you after your meal?". I say to m
IBIMWe went home first and I got out of my uniform, changed into a dress. It was easier to get out of a gown when I get to the hospital."Toku!", Mom yells from the downstairs living room. Her voice bouncing off the walls."Yes, Mommy". I replied. She asked me to bring my uniform downstairs for Mr. Abu, our laundry man to wash it. I could hear her telling him to use the ariel for ankara for the uniform because she doesn't want my clothes worn out. I greeted Mr. Abu while my Mother took the uniform from my hands."Lizzy, carry the food go motor", Mom told Ms. Lizzy, the cleaning lady."Toku, let me go and change, you can be eating your own food but fast oh".I nodded. I hadn't asked of Daa. He must be away on one of his many trips interstate or international. I hardly grew up with my Dad. I mean, I remember his face from when I was able to see, he was there on birthdays and school events but he wasn't there on e