the kids are depressed

•IBUKUN

"Ibukun wakes up to boys objectification..."

Cory_23
There's more than a million things I'll like to do to that body of yours (tongue out emoji)

Manlikejuwon_wesley
Bubu come and take all my money—this body of yours is banging let me not lie.

Badbubby14
I'll find you and make you mine...or I'll die.

Ibukun kept scrolling at the Instagram comments from boys she didn't even know. She was used to it. I mean, 3 years of posting thirsty pictures on the gram and Twitter kind of made you develop thick skin, so the objectification wasn't really the problem—it was the likes and comments. They weren't coming as much as she wanted them to.

'How does Diane and dem Priscy do it?' She wondered in silence as she responded to a comment from a friend of hers with multiple heart emojis.

She left the comment thread and moved back to check the new picture she'd just uploaded for the 50th time in the past 1 hour. Every single time a comment came, she checked the picture and her attention never went to the beauty of the picture she'd posted (as indecent as they might be anyway), it always went to the insecurities.

"How many times will you look at that picture for Christ sake!" Her elder sister, Bunmi who was reading for her final exams, but could get a clear view of her sister's phone from where she sat at the table, whined in irritation.

'What's this one's business?' Ibukun thought to herself as she rose up to meet her sister's curious eyes. She didn't dare air her thought for the love of her life though. "Sister Bunmi," she itched her head with a pretentious smile on her face, " it's not like that, I just like the picture, that's why."

"You're just insecure." Bunmi spelt it out for her clean without flinching nor betraying emotions.

'That one is your business,' Ibukun sized her sister down subtly before throwing another fake smile her way. "It's not that o, Big Sis—it's just how everyone behaves in my generation," Ibukun said, with the hope that her elder sister got the hidden shade there which was the fact that, she was old.

"Ibukun, I'm just 7 years older than you, I'm still very much in your generation, I just think that you seriously need to stop bothering about what people think about you and focus on improving how you see yourself instead. You've reinvented yourself on Instagram more than 20 times. One minute you want to be posting three of your pics then 2 nature pics and one of your pics—just to please people! It doesn't make sense! These people you're trying to please don't even..." she faltered when she noticed that her sister had stopped listening to her and was now typing down on her phone devotedly. She felt stupid.

Ibukun looked up at her sister with a look that said, "carry on I'm listening to you," except she clearly wasn't listening.

"Don't worry, you'll soon have sense—Shebi its me that you're using to press phone...you've grown breast too abi? You've started posting pictures on Instagram, you've started getting 500 likes abi?"

'500? Don't insult me—I get that in 30 minutes even on my worst day,' Ibukun thought to herself as she begged her sister with her eyes, telling her that it wasn't what she was thinking, she just needed to respond to a brand.

"Whatever," Bunmi gave her sister one last pitiful look before turning back to her book.

'Jealousy is a disease,' Ibukun thought to herself as she began to tender an apologetic face to her sister who had already begun to act like she didn't exist.
"Sister mi sister mi...please now," she got a notification and almost picked her phone up but she kept teasing her sister who eventually gave in with a huge smile.

"Just be careful is all I'm saying. You don't want to..." Ibukun was already back on her phone. Bunmi shook her head. She knew it was too late, her sister was addicted already.

I just got off the phone with my aunty. She knows I'm a lesbian. I don't think she's going to sponsor my trip to America anymore. I'm just so confused babe...what do I do?!

She saw the message from her girlfriend Cathie and everything her sister said afterward sounded like a radio's static interference. She knew how emotional Cathie was and how much she was really looking forward to traveling out of the country and her heart broke into a million pieces.

Nobody else knew that she was attracted to girls, she didn't even know herself until she met Cathie two years ago for the first time at the school and what started as an innocent friendship with a tomboy budded into romance.

Oh No!
I'm so sorry My love!
I don't even know what to say right now?
How are you feeling?

She sent the numerous texts with her finger in her mouth as she anticipated Cathie's response. She was still waiting when she felt her sister's eyes on her with the same pitiful look on her face. Had she been talking all along? Ibukun wondered.

"Look at you, you're so addicted to social media. I'm sure everyone there knows absolutely everything about your life—you really need to fix that Ibukun, social media is a really dangerous place."

"Yes, sis," Ibukun nodded. She thought that her sister's idea of her was laughable. She only wanted people to see what she wanted them to see. No one knew the real her, take for example, her relationship with Cathie. It amused her how much people thought they knew a person.

I can't talk right now.
Let's talk in the bus.
Bring something we can munch on.
And how far those your Instagram boys? Anyone don drop bar for weekend?

She laughed at the message before getting up from the bed as Cathie's message reminded her of the fact that she had an excursion.

I'm not friend's with Ibukun so I didn't send her a message. I just know what I know about her life from Cathie.

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