Preye

Chapter one

Waking up from my wooden bed with pains around my neck,my bed is so hard and so is my pillow. I once told father to change both of them as it makes me feel uncomfortable,I barely sleep properly these days ever since one leg of the bed a part of it had become slightly shorter than the others so it makes some funny noise when I sleep and I cannot sleep further unless I put folded cloth beneath it. I signed terribly as I got out of bed I had managed to say my prayers with an aching back and changed into my chores dress as I headed straight to the kitchen to find something to do. Mama I called my mother and she answered dully I went towards her and complained once more about my bed and the pains it caused me. "Ma this bed is killing me oo, ah my flawless skin is becoming bruised I was managing but now I cannot manage again" I had expected her to say my dear daughter sorry I would do something about it but she didn't even mind me she just yelled at me more,I shouldn't have even bothered to complain.I had wanted my skin to remain golden brown and looking exceptionally flawless although I was quite hairy and had this huge birth-mark on my left thigh. My face was smooth,my lips pink, my hair dark brown,my nose quite pointed and because of that people named me 'black-oyibo', my eyes were brown to match all these features I had an oval face.

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Rayeya was my classmate ever since primary school and we have being friends for 17 years. Raye as I fondly called her was a great talker and lover of music. She was my class prefect too, she was the great talkative of the block but I really admired her.
Ngozi was another girl  Ngozi was alluring so beautiful that whenever I saw her I felt I had a competitor but the one thing about Ngozi was that she had marks on her body and this made her feel so insecure. I was also insecure about a lot of things but I barely cared because I believed no one was perfect
so I continued living my life fearless and without boys.
My best friend is Boma Briggs. Boma and I had been friends since the days of kindergarten the first day of our friendship was not as wow at it became while growing up as friends, I vividly remember she was was always in my way in kindergarten even as babies she used to trouble the hell out of me, she even reported me once for stepping on her fruity eraser but I wasn't vexed I just simply let her be the boss at all times and flip her long her all in my face and make funny faces at me and all that this continued to happen till we got to grade 3 . In that Grade we had this scary teacher named Mrs princess Iyala she had a pretty face but it liked like a mixture of coke and fanta that was what a Nigerian would say when your face looked like it was bleaching. She was so annoying like she could yell and yell at us and look like she suffered a heart-attack whenever she got home. Mama said I shouldn't worry her too much if not in the future my own children will worry me too. Sh gave Boma and I a group work which lasted a week so that was how the both of us started becoming close and best of friends and so on.

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Preye!, preye I heard some unfamiliar voice call me I refused to answer until the person tapped my shoulder I moved back in shock a bit only for me to find out it was Timi, mxteew Timi ah na why I have told you many times that I hate that ghost,ghost lifestyle of yours because you look like cassava stick doesn't mean that you should always do stupid things ah. I could sense that Timi was offended but I decided to break it down with laughter and Timi joined in knowing I noticed and I'm trying to let him know that I was deeply sorry oh well at least he forgave me. Hmmn preye I didn't come here for your plenty talking oo I came here to greet you and remind you of what I told you last week that is all. Then Timi shook my hands and stomped off.