Life As A Nigerian Kid (Short Story)

Elementary

My life in elementary was hell on Earth, literally. I felt so pretty and I was confident in myself as a unique and different person. Anurife Motunriyo the "African." People were so cruel and mean to me. I hated my name, I hated my family, I almost disliked God for bringing me into such situations. I felt dejected. I remember the first day of every year in elementary, my name would be the hardest name to pronounce. Jacob Collins, Bianca Daniels, Isaiah Lewis.. Anarufee, Mohtinraye ??? I hated being called out. My name was always butchered, by everyone. As soon as the teacher tried, "tried" to pronounce my name and got it incorrect, the kids laughed. They laughed and laughed. The name calling began usually from the first day of school. I really wanted to shrink back sometimes. I was becoming sick of being that girl who was just oh so confident on the outside but was crushed and hurt on the inside. I became so mean and rigid towards everyone.  Knowing that Ayomide( My joy has come) , has left. A new person has replaced her, a more rigid person formed. Anurife Motunriyo.