MEMOIRS OF A YOUNG NIGERIAN GIRL

Chronicles Of Osas VII

Immediately I ended the call with Osas, I called the school counsellor and told her about the newest development while I waited for Osas to arrive, and trust me I was thrown to oblivion. Responding to stimuli to any thing around me was not just happening. I just wanted Osas to arrive in one piece. Presently, a million thoughts  was running through my head all at the same time.

The elderly lady who ran a mini mart beside the compound greeted me, but I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. I knew she was not at all happy  at my response, I just  rolled my eyes mentally. Elders and their high moral standards, but who cares. I just wanted to see Osas.

I waited for another 20 minutes till I noticed an uber packing at the other end of the street. I stretched my body and squinted my eyes, hoping that it would be Osas.

Hopefully, it was her and I ran to meet her. I hugged her so tightly that she had to tap me softly at my back to tell me that I was on the verge of sniffing life out of her. I lifted my head slightly and released her momentarily, it was then we noticed the confused state of the Uber driver who was still around. He had the face of, WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE for a moment before politely asking for his pay. I signalled to Osas to settle him and let him go.

After the driver left, we both walked to my house and I told her to tell me in details without mincing words about how it all went down along the way. I listened to her aptly and sighed anytime there was a pause in her story and inwardly I knew I still had to be diplomatic and rational about the whole issue. When she was done talking, i decided to talk to her in the best tone possible because this was someone who was already scarred emotionally. We got to my house and I offered her a sit in the sitting room. When she was comfortable, I took a seat opposite of her and started talking.

So you mean you clocked out after drinking the water. She nodded her head with tears gathering in her eyes. I sighed for the hundredth time that afternoon, then I continued. My question is, was it offered to you or you took it yourself?

“He offered me".

I went again yet with another question. “Is your mum well aware of this new scenario?".

Osas rolled her teary eyes in detest. Osas, you of all people shouldn't be asking this question. You should know better than anyone concerning this issue, she reprimanded.

“Ok it's alright", I lifted my hands in surrender. I'm sorry if I made you upset. I'm asking all these questions so we will know what to say when asked anywhere. I want our information valid.

Alright, she waved me of.

There was a momentary silence. This was the right time to tell her my conversation with the school counsellor regardless.
Osas, I called the school counsellor and told her what you told me.

What did she say, she asked.
She showed concern and said she will call the agencies to come pick you up.

“From where", she asked

“Here, my house", I answered.

“What will they do, where will they take me to", she asked.

Relax, our school Counsellor is coming with them, I told her soothingly.

Jesus, she muttered and slouched her back.

I just knew calling the school Counsellor was the starting point to tackle this issue. For a while, it has drained me and everyone involved. Old things need to pass away for everything to become new and I prayed for the universe to just grant us mercy.

In twenty-five minutes after our discussion, the school counsellor and people from the agency came to my house and picked Osas up. I took a picture of everyone's face who were present to pick Osas up. A gut instinct of mine told me I needed to be careful.

I sense a huge backlash on its way.