Not All Blacks Are Black

Chapter One- Part Two

This is how I see Darcey!

"Get up from bed ini!" I heard Darcey say as I walked out of the bathroom. Picking out a pink gown, I walked out of the room

"You are not following me in that Ini, I got a reputation to keep" Darcey shrieked and dragged me to her room. I gawked at the beauty of the room. "Sit" she said and opened her drawer and brought out a pink and white crop top and blue denim jeans with brown laced heels

"Now you look beautiful" I stared at the girl in the mirror. This girl wasn't Iniovosa, I wasn't born to look like this, ever but today, I stood before the mirror looking different and classy.

"Now your hair" she said as she poured my short slightly curly brown hair "Why do Africans have short hair? I got to bob this hair" she said and I let her do what she want

I looked too beautiful to be iniovosa, she applied some pink lipstick as we left her room. Deep down, I knew if my mother saw me in these clothes, I was going to be shamed and with my thick body, it felt more wrong to me.

"Okay one rule, do not hand out with a reject. You are with me, you act like me or I will make your social life miserable. Tu comprends?" I raised a brow "You understand?!" "Yes" "Great then! Carry my bag and let's go" she threw her baby pink bag at me and walked away with her heels clicking

In ten minutes, I met Darcey's friends "Mercedes, meet Iniovosa, short Ini" she said as the grey haired girl wearing a big white shirt and brown jeans shorts waved at me

"Issa, meet Ini" a red haired plumpy girl smiled at me "The guys are not here yet" Darcey said as we walked away with people staring at us, I mean, me. "Did you say Iniovosa Laya?" The maths teacher asked smiling at me while students snickered and mocked me but I ignored them

"Yes sir" he nodded "Welcome Iniovosa" he said and I sat down in the front, bringing out my notes when I felt something hit my head and I picked up the folded pink paper, frowning.

I opened it "Ugly black ape in our class? Blacks are not wanted here" I felt tears cloud my eyes but I blinked them away and tossed the paper away. Maths class ended in a twinkle and I found myself scurrying away when I felt someone drag my bag

"Hey!" I yelled and turned to give the person a piece of my mind when I met an ethereal blue eyes. He was attractive and handsome, better looking than my crush Oke so he was definitely handsome

I struggled to find my voice but I just gasped as he smirked, zipped open my bag and poured down everything inside. I reached to grab my pad but he was faster than me, he grabbed it smirking

"Give it back" I said finally finding my voice "Make me nerd" he said and I hurled for it but ended up on the ground, with bruises on my wrists and knees, crying in pain, I looked up at the boy with red eyes, teary eyes and for a moment I saw regret in his eyes but he laughed loudly

His friends joined in. He threw my bag in my face "I will be keeping this, nerd" he said and walked out. I cleaned my face for the tenth time, throwing away the used tissue in my hand as more tears fell down my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror, no matter what I wear, I guess I'll always be black, a Nigerian without class.

I sniffled as I dried my face for the last time and walked out of the toilet dragging my feets. "Ini!" Darcey's voice called out laced with anger, disgust and frustration. I stared at her as she walked towards me, her heels clicking

"How dare you?!" I felt something sting my cheek, my eyes clouded with water as her hands connected with my cheeks "Do you know what you've just done?!" She screeched, drawing enormous attention "W... What did I do?" I asked, sobbing and she gasped

"You lying bitch! How dare you deny the obvious?!" I still couldn't get what she was saying, confusion etched all over my face "If Darcey wouldn't tell you, I will" Issa said, glaring at me

Who knew they were all fake? "You just ruined our chance to be with the kings! Our reputation is on the line and its all" she paused as she moved closer, jabbing my chest "Because of you bimbo! Now we will be demoted! My life is ruined" Mercedes completed for her

Darcey glared at me "Find yourself another group! From now on, you are a reject!" Darcey announced like she was passing a judgement and everyone gasped

I don't know which one was worse, the fact that a judgement was passed, or the fact that the whole student body gasped at it. "Officially a reject!" Mercedes yelled as she stamped a sticker with the words 'REJECT' on my locker, as they walked away, their heels clicking as they went away

I found tears falling down my eyes. People went back to their business, like I wasn't crying in the hallway, like I don't matter. I slowly fell to the ground, my back resting on my locker as more tears slipped down my eyes

Standing up from my current position, I decided to make my way towards the cafeteria due to the bell rung. I looked like a trainwreck as I stared at myself in the mirror in my locker. I didn't want to hide my pain, I left my eyes red and heavy, my lips dry

I flunged open the doors and all eyes turned to me, like they were anticipating my entry. I inahked sharply as I looked at everyone in the room, they looked at me with pure disgust "Dear Ini! For nowhere to sit?!" Darcey called out in her sweet fake voice as she sat on the boy from earlier's leg

"I... Uh... I-" I was cut short by an uproar of laughter "You're not welcome here Iniovosa Laya, we'll make sure of that, so get out of here, before we, no, I make you" Issa said in a dangerous tone as everybody waited for my reaction

I had learnt that we Nigerians couldn't be intimidated but why did i feel so? Because all Nigerians felt like that. They felt they were less, worshipped them like gods they were not. I was a Nigerian, I had to act like one. So I did what every typical Nigerian would do, I walked away, not ignoring the laughing fits.

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Qotc: What are your thoughts on this mentality placed in Iniovosa's head? What does the title mean for you?