At school-over, after i didn't answer his first two "Guy, make we dey push." Ahmed practically yanked me out of the assembly hall by my joggers. I was so blissed-out that i didn't mind being dragged around. My mind is a prism, a glassy box full of Chimamandas. She's everywhere in my mind, every thought, every memory, every smile is saturated with her.
I must have been looking stupid because Chantelle snapped her fingers repeatedly in my face.
"Do you care to join us, mere mortals, down here on earth." It's enough to yank me out of the green hills of the Federal republic of Amanda, Yara state.
I glare at her. She makes a rude gesture with her fingers and smirks. This girl doesn't know when to piss on my parade.
I grip the straps of my bag and hold on to stop me from running and whooping, or doing something even more childish.
But the exhilaration doesn't last long, it dissipates like a bonfire doused with
After eating dinner–a huge cake of moi-moi i found in the fridge (Aunty seedy drove by when i wasn't in) and watching two episodes of MTV's Shuga Naija, i'm sprawled on the fur rug spread at the epicentre on the sitting room, looking through old albums on my phone.There's the picture of Lorita and i, at a Queens Christmas party, she has an over-sized santa cap on and a we are grinning like cheshire cats. And there's another, it was at a Bole festival, where got each others names painted on our faces, hers in gold lettering, mine in black.It only made sense, my skin is a light brown, so weightless it could be called yellow, and hers, so dark that at some point she jokingly started to call herself "Blackie". We were each others ying and yang, and if data and video calls prevail, we always will be.But i'm not placing my bet on video calls or any network service, because if you have lived my life you'll know that people die, and people leave a
I spend half the night waiting for Chimamanda to text. And the other half stalking her on facebook.When I type her full name into the search box a hundred names make a grid list. I scroll through till i am positive exasperation and frustration are two different levels of anger.Then i remember how she was about her middle name, so i put in her first name and middle name, and her profile pops up like an iconGod bless Mark Zuckerberg.My stalking game is on point. It's not really stalking though, more like watching.And this girl posts plenty. It feels awfully good to see her again, in my room, even if it's on a phone.There are hundred pics of her and her friends, and i think her dad, tens of her being goofy and having fun.The best is a Snapchat picture. She has dog ears and nose, and her hair is brushed out into a crazy mane that resembles a soft black cloud, both palms are pressed flat
Amanda:HeyChideziri:Hey youAmanda:It's me, Amanda, sorry i took all night.Chideziri:Of course i know it's you, I've been waiting for you like it's the second coming of ChristAmanda:SorryAmanda:It didn't think i would catch you awake. Why are you awake at this time? Like who stays awake past twelve.Chideziri: No 1. Sleep is for mortals. No 2. I am watching porn. No 3. People who watch porn.Amanda:As for numbers two and three? Come lemme tell you about Jesus.Chideziri:Woaw...... Am i talking to the rite person here? The girl i want to talk to sleeps durin sunday service. Pls give her the fone.Amanda:Low blow! Not fair! I didn't know this was a fight.Chideziri:Oh it is, btw dose who sleep off when the service
Here's the thing about collisions—they hurt. Concussion kind of hurt.No matter how long you have known they are coming, or how prepared you think you are, you are always in for a surprise, good or bad.It may be a weekday, and you are walking to school or riding to work, or the weekends and you're just at home; chilling.It could be a phone call, a gas leak, a knock on the front door with your ex telling you that you both had a child way back in secondary school.It could be fire, from the amber stained kerosene you bought at the junction for half the usual price.Something happens to something, like a catalyst.And then you are moving at increasing velocity, accelerating faster than you want to.And there are lights. Bright lights, just before the crash. Bright lights that help you see the bigger-frightening picture.Then Blam! Your life is altered, forever.
We couldn't be more alike. How many girls like rap, and what are the chances that those few that do aren't crazy for bounce music.By the lunch bell we are arguing fiercely. Subject matter:Who's doper between J.Cole and Eminem. Marshall Mathers can actually be rhymed with subject matter. Just look at that!She disagrees though, says J.cole's is better. Talk about heart break."Oh my God, are you serious right now? Have you heard for your eyes only? Let nas down? Nothing lasts forever? Stay? Tears for ODB? "She ticks her fingers off with each name—i shake my head at each.Truth is i have never heard the name J.cole, and when i finally admit it, the way she looks at me you would think i just confessed to child molestation."Wait." She says "you are being serious right now? You haven't heard cole, like ever?.She says it like i'm supposed to be ashamed.I am so not ashamed.&nb
The bell rang almost on cue, after Miss Bernice had embarrassed us all to her satisfaction, with the worst topic choice to revise: Oestrus Cycle.I have never seen a person's face turn as many shades of red as Chideziri's did, from terracotta to brownish red to copper and russet.Considering the number of "she's on heat" and "abi you are on heat period " i have heard within the last two seconds i think it's safe to say the class was very-very conversational. I don't have time to think more on it because Chidi slips his hand into mine underneath the desk where no one can see.When did he go from boy-girl to chidi? Effing beautiful boy. It's not right for someone to be so pretty, it breaks the laws of humanity. Like mixing Chadwick Boseman to Jacob Latimore.In his hand, mine looks like a little girl's; where mine are lean and long, his are broad with long immaculate fingernails lik
CHIDEZIRI"Can i hug you?"It's so out of the blue, but i am not even suprised. I think i am getting used to never getting used to her, not knowing what she'll say or do next. And i am liking the anticipation.AMANDAHis confident smirk is back on, baby face locked safely away,and i know he's about to be a smart ass."In this part of the world we don't ask that. We just spread our arms out and smile."CHIDEZIRIShe spread her arms out wide like a barney mascot at a kindergarten party and.... Boy! did she smile!AMANDAThat night, i stay up all through reading A.H Mohammeed's Forcados high school for what will be the five-hundredth time, and for the first time i vouch for Ansa.CHIDEZIRII stay up the whole night chasing J.cole songs around the internet. They a
Saturdays teach you how real life works.When you are a child, saturdays are like gorgeous puppies–beautiful, adorable, unforgettable. Then gradually, they morph along with you as you grow–into very un-adorable, un-hug-able, bleeding, black, over-sized rottweilers. Saturdays are the days you can't escape home, the days you work from eight to ten o'clock before you get a bite of food. The days you want to stop and ask if you really are a legit child or you were adopted. Pascal alway says i take life too gently. He says "You dey like to do your things soft-soft". When it comes to saturdays, he's right; I take them soft-soft, a step before another.I wake up to the sun glowering into my face. It actually seems pissed that i get to sleep in so late. I am tempted to stick my tongue out at it, Jealousy. It glowers even more. Tobi barges into the room at that instant and frowns at the grin on my face and my sprawled form. He always