'What is meant for you would come to you', do you really believe that philosophy? I know I don't but the occurrence on this particular day gave me a second thought
"...for they live,they are gods amongst us men" the head girl read the last lines of my literature assignment to the entire assembly. Okay a lil flashback....
Just before the head girl was asked to read my poem to the assembly my literature teacher had come up to tell us how she was impressed with a 'certain' student's work and that in all her years of teaching she had never seen a piece more captivating She went on and on of how impressed she was and how she read it to all the teachers and SS3 students and I paid little attention,I know announcements are useful but Fej was present so he'll do the listening. She called on the head girl to read "this special piece of poetry" to the assembly of staffs and students. I was bored already but the first line of the poem caught my attention and pinned me to the very spot I stood. By the time she was through everywhere was silent,so silent I could hear the drums beating behind me...No waits,that's my heartbeat
Suddenly my stomach was full of...fluid? I couldn't tell if it was gas or liquid but whatever it was kept rising towards my throat. It made my noise hair tingle (yeah I know,I don't understand why either), I suddenly felt....aware. Aware of the stares,aware of the side talks and jealous faces,aware of everything around me. I hated this feeling caused it made me care what everyone thought about my poem, I felt like I was an accused in a courtroom and the jury was deciding,guilty or not. That's when I heard it,that comforting sound generated from the collision of palms,I was feeling so Happy
(gosh,so many feelings in one day)
The sound was fast spreading throughout the assembly,it grew louder and louder.I turned back to see Fej who was grinning from ear to ear and when our eyes met he started wiping invisible tears from his eyes. Gradually the liquid in my system retreated and filled my bladder my literature teacher came up.
"Balogun Ifeoluwa come forward" she said. At the mention of my name I felt a cold sensation running throughout my body especially down my spine.
(Oh my gosh,is this what Grammy award feels like?)
I managed to walk on my wobbly feet through the crowd to the front of the assembly. She motioned for me to climb the podium and I did. The principal then came to address us all going on and on about dedication,diligence and stuff that completely stole the fun of the whole thing. As for me I was gone,I mean I was still there in flesh but my soul, mind and being was floating somewhere on the clouds. When he was done he shook my hand and I retired back to my line. The assembly prefect came back to continue the assembly and soon enough we were marching out to our classes.
Fej bear-hugged me from behind lifting me off my feet even.
"Put me down"
"Oh queen of literature endow thy servant with the gift to write like you" he said genuflecting
Someone burst into laughter from behind me,it was a familiar laugh,one I haven't heard in...ages?
Wait,did I just laugh?
"Wow,so you can laughs"
"Yeah...I know right,weird" I said still shocked at the thought of it
"Bring it in"he said arms open for a hug
"I'll bite you so hard you'll tell your grandkids the story"
"Ouch". I walked on and he followed still talking about the whole thing.
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