THE LIFE OF A NIGERIAN TEENAGER ✔

23||THE FALL IN GRADE

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That was the sound my heart was making. I didn't really bother about school work much since I joined The Divas. I still do my homework. Yes. But I didn't really cared if I passed it or not. I seemed to have forgotten that I was in the school because of a scholarship I was given.

"Fatima. I.. Um.. I understand you're friend with Tabitha Davis and although I have no right to choose friends for you. I do have the right to advice you on the type you chose. Tabitha is well endowed. Her father can buy a degree certificate for her without lifting a finger. You on the other hand. " She took a deep breath, knowing the implication of what she was saying as I could easily tell Tabitha and then boom.. She's gone.

"Look, you're a good kid. I admired your intelligence when you first arrived but now you're failing. "

I was silent. My head bowed. I was thinking of my parents and then the Divas.
I was making an equation on which to keep and which to lose. My parents on the other hand would be devastated if I get thrown out. And then The Divas...My social life would be over.

"Be careful on how you roll with Tabitha and the rest. I'm sure you heard what happened with Dorcas? And I'm not saying its Tabitha's fault. Try as much as possible to get your grades up this coming examination and I will plead on your behalf for extra time. " She reassured and I nodded with gratitude before making my way out of the office.

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"Don't worry Fatima. You're a smart girl. You will get your grades up. " Basma coed. We were in her house seated on her room. I changed my clothes into a pair of skirt and blouse of hers, my head was packed in a bun and my eyes were red from crying too much.

"How? What if the scholarship board decides to end it? What would I do? Where would I get the money to continue paying for school? How would my parents react? " I cried. She hugged me and patted my back.

"Shh Shh. "She hushed gently rocking me side to side. "It would be fine. Look we will study okay? Which subjects are you failing mostly? "

"Mathematics and literature too. "

"Maths I can't help, I suck at that but I know who can. " She replied then stood up and quickly made her way out. Returning minutes later with her elder brother Suhail. He was fair, and had huge biceps, Basma mentioned he gym a lot. He has curly hair which was expected since his mom was Chadian. She passed away when given birth to him and that was when Basma's dad married Ammi(Basma's mom).

"Yaya SuSu! " I chuckled slightly at the name and the way Basma pouted her lips.

"Na'am Yargatan Susu" He mused. It was obvious they had good siblings bonding.

"Please help Fatima. " She started and then told him about how I was failing my grades and how my scholarship would be taken.

He sympathized with me and then told us he was happy to help.

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I stayed over the weekend in Basma's house. My Kik had no problem with it since we introduced them. My dad on the other hand was skeptical but gave up at the end.

Surhail and I grew closer, he was just done with his service and was on working with an engineering company. He was very funny and a big flirt although he seem to tune it down when ever I was around. Everyone seemed to think he liked me.

To make things worse, Basma started calling us 'Fahail' which was a combination of I and his name.

Their mom started hinting that I was to be her future daughter in law. I couldn't wait for the weekend to pass so I could go home.

I started to think Surhail liked the idea of us been together as whenever a sentence was mentioned about us, he tend to smile and not make a single comment about it.

It was my last day there that it was confirmed and Surhail himself confirmed it.

When he collected my number, he saved it as 'future wifey', when I asked about it. He shrugged and said I was his future wife.

I thanked him for his help and boarded a taxi to get home. He insisted on dropping me off but I refused as I was a little shy about his feelings.

I stopped a taxi and told him the destination when I got the call of Alhaji Bello. He had been out of town for more than a month and that was the only time we had communicated since his departure.

"Hello babyna. " was his usual cheerful greeting.

"I doubt, how could you forget about your baby just like that. Without calls or text message. "

The taxi driver looked at me. He was an elderly man with marks that starts from his mouth to the his ear.
It was obvious he was judging me but I didn't care.

"Its not like. You know I traveled out. But I'm back now. I want to see you "

"Sure. Where? "
"Ibro hotel. "

"okay I'm coming." I ended the call and asked the driver to take me to the hotel.

"My Daughter, I heard you telling that guy that you are going home and now you said I should you to a hotel. " He was trying to advice me. But I was having none if that.

"Shuu see me see trouble o, abeg if you wan carry me go tell if not drop me. If I want advice I will go to the mosque. Abeg respect yourself. "I hissed and the Car abruptly stopped.

"Get out. " He announced. I waited for him to say he was joking but he didn't. So I stepped out. Slamming the door in the process.

He drove away and then reversed back. "Kije ai duniyace. Za ki tafi ki barta. " I hissed at his words and turn my face. Watching him drove away.

Well his loss.

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