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Kemi's stay

KEMI'S POV:

I lay on the bed, still sleeping but was woken up by the bright light that reflected from the window.

I could feel someone in the room by the window, so I sat up straight on the bed and used my right hand to rub my sleepy eyes to enable me see the person clearly.

"Good morning" I heard a calm feminine voice say to me. I rubbed my eyes more and to my excitement, it was Tega.

"Good morning to you too" I said, smiling at her, although she didn't seem to hear me.

I decided to gain her attention in a fun way. I touched my left arm gently, and lay on the bed. I squinted my eyes and began to groan in pain.

"Uuuuuuh!! My arm, it hurts. It hurts real bad" I bellowed.

"Uuuuuuuuh!!" I yelled even louder.

Immediately, Tega turned to my direction and ran towards me.
"OMG!! Kemi are you okay?" She asked, looking like as if she was about to burst into tears.

"No!" I bellowed"You didn't answer me when I replied your morning greetings".

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't ha-Wait! What?!" She looked at me, her sparkly black eyes looking perplexed.

I burst into laughter.
"Uh! Kemi!" She yelled, and hit me lightly on my chest.

"I'm awesome right" I said, expecting her to say what she always does.

"Silly!" She said, "By the way, my mum's calling you downstairs. It's really late and you haven't eaten breakfast".

"Really?" I raised a brow, "What time is it?".

"It's exactly 9:00 AM" She said, looking at the wall clock in the room.

"Whoa! It's that late?" I said and she nodded, then, walked out of the room. I tried to stand up but I still felt pain in the knees because I had a minor injury there when I got shot.

I bore the pain stoically, because I didn't want Tega to worry.

As I passed the narrow hall heading for the stairs I could hear a familiar singing voice. I decided to follow the music and find out who was sanging. No doubt it was Tega.

I leaned my ear on the door and listened quietly to her lovely singing voice. I didn't understand a thing she sang because it was in another language. I'm Yoruba and obviously she isn't too.

"Doh Oghene Migwo, migwo
Solo bru miyeruwe, miyeruwe
Oghene miyeruwe doh
Wekobiro.

Doh Oghene Migwo, migwo
Solo Bru miyeruwe, miyeruwe
Oghene miyeruwe doh
Wekobiro" I heard her sing until a minute later I couldn't hear her anymore.

"Huh?" I leaned in closer and the door moved backwards. I could see a startled Tega.

"W-what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Listening to your voice. What song were you singing?" I asked her.

"It's one of my favorite gospel songs by Monica Ogah. It's called Oghene Migwo, so obviously it's sung in Urhobo language." She said to me.

"Mm hmm, nice. You'll teach me the song" I told her, smiling. She just nodded and walked downstairs and I followed trying not to limp.

"Good morning ma" I greeted her. I looked around the dining room and noticed the absence of Tega's father. He had probably gone to work.

Our school instructed the students not to come for the rest of the week especially after hearing about my incident. I wasn't the only one who was badly injured.