A Loner's Journey Through Lemonade Making

Chapter 15|

The situation at home hadn't improved, not even by a hair.

If anything, it had worsened. Everyone still went about their businesses, acting like nothing had happened. The malice and snorting was still there, though. Aunty Oma seemed to have come to terms with the fact that she was married to a pathetic mummy's boy and that his mum didn't mean her well. Aunty Nelo now knew better than to react to everything and butt into every conversation or argument. Uncle Blessing's mother was there, doing her thing. Uncle Blessing was still a confused mess.

The rub was this-- he was irresponsible. He let his mother 'solve' all his problems. It was what happened when one babied their child, simply because he was the apple of her eye and her precious little darling. That was why a woman in her sixties would fly into another state, in another geopolitical zone, to settle two grown adults' marital issues.

If I could get someone to compile all the videos from the CCTV cameras and put it on YouTube, I'd get someone to sponsor my reality TV show. And this, would be the climax.

The whistling of the kettle cut my train of thoughts. I unplugged it and took it to the dining table where the beverages and food already were. Everyone would come down one after the other to get their food and disappear into their rooms. It was becoming normal.

I informed everyone that breakfast was ready and went to get dressed for school. After applying Vaseline to my lips, I gathered my book from the floor and dumped them into my bag. I was determined to burn the midnight oil until I finished my exams and judging from the yawns and eye bags, I was on track.
After one last look in mirror, I switched the lights off and opened the door. On a second thought, I switched it back on and tore a sheet of paper out from a book. I'd decided the previous night to go on a journey of self-discovery. It was the perfect time to do it so when I was getting into senior school, I would not have to deal with an identity crisis.

I uncapped my pen and wrote: Operation finding myself~ Yewande. I added the date and my signature before pasting it on the wall with a little Vaseline. I smiled satisfactorily at my work, then left.

I was lucky to see Mrs Lawson again. Once more, she dropped me at school. I made a deal with Shalewa to get her past questions later in the term before the car drove off.

Again, assembly was nothing spectacular. It lasted only twenty minutes, with the same things being repeated. In class, everyone had their heads buried in books. I'd wanted to follow suit, till Muna came and started chatting away. Safia joined in and soon enough, it was a full gist session. They left when Mrs Iroha arrived. She admonished us to study and reminded us that exams were coming up. Once she left, the English teacher entered.

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During break, Ibidun stole everyone's attention away from their books or food with her long hiss. When she noticed our upset and questioning gazes, she went to the board, presumably to explain.

"So you guys, I'm going to be ranting. If you'll be offended, kindly step out. And if you adore the seniors or snitch, just go because it's about them." she pointed at the doors.

"Fam why do you keep disturbing us? It's not cool bruv." Lolu threw his head back in exasperation. He had a noticeable British accent because he'd previously lived in Manchester.

"This morning, I got to class and jejely put my chair down so I could read. That was how Senior Umaima came and started showcasing her stupidity. She said I should bring the chairs down with the others who were in class. Adanna, Jemima, MJ," she turned to them, "you guys are wicked. The three of them abandoned me with the definition of lazy, Arinze. Oya bring chair down, he said Sam. So I did everything alone. I even brought his chair down, when he was in class. Umaima still came to rant and I changed it for her. I just won't have peace in school again but it's worth it. She cannot be mad in the hostel and mad in school." she clapped once. "Hope you enjoyed my little rant."