My phobias

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  My name is Olayiwola Olatorera Janelle. I'm sweet sixteen. I'm currently a senior finalist in the "All saints academy", Lagos. I live every bit of my Life with so many phobias, uncertainties, doubts, mysteries,flaws and fears.

     I am a melanin and very froliscome in nature. Unfortunately,I fall victim of children raised single handedly. I live with just my mom and my personal maid in our mansion. Everything a girl my age might need was always at my disposals.  I had a personal nurse hired to check me up medically, every week, I had health complications in my early childhood which resulted in my failing health.

     My mom is the honourable Mrs Olayiwola Oladunni, the CEO of the well known "Baja" company. The "Baja" company is next to none in the whole State, it was known for her possession of a numerous property, which includes gas and petroleum filling stations, hotels, land, gigantic buildings amongst others. I must say, my mum is a magnate. It isn't surprising to see my mom appear countless times on our television screen or hear her voice on air. She was hardly ever at home.  Ever since, I have been wise to know rights from wrongs, no single man had ever pointed me out as their daughter neither had my mom tagged any man to be my Father. My mom never spoke about my Father, whenever I inquisitively ask about him, she replies with" I'm rich and I can afford whatever for you, baby...just name it. You don't need that man in your life".

    In a couple of months from now, I would officially turn 16. I was very naive turning 16 because a friend once told me that love is sweeter when sixteen and  that is why the age is being referred as "sweet sixteen". My best friend is Ajibola Morireoluwa Joanne. I have always admired her my whole live and vice versa. She is a fair skinned, highly spiritual, intelligent, sonorous and most significantly a crazy girl, trust me on this, she is really crazy. I can't count the number of crazy things she had made me do. We have been friends for some years now, at least we attended same school from our younger ages. Morireoluwa is already 16 and she wouldn't stop fantasizing how amazing it is to be 16. We are presently on a long summer holiday.

    In a few months from now, I would be writing the dreaded WASSCE and JAMB. I shriek whenever I remember this. One major thing I'm scared of is failure. My mom would always tell me In her low pitched voice" For you to be independent then you must not fail", those words usually rang in my ears when I think about the exams I have ahead of me, as I really loved being independent.

    Nurse Emily is my personal nurse. She is  light skinned, with an hallogen eye ball, small lips, nice dentition, long natural hair, nice stature for a lady her age. She is one of the special persons in my life that has my "mumu button". I really cannot explain our rapport but she is definitely more of 'mum' to me than a nurse. She served multiple purposes to me, she was my sibling, my boyfriend, my gist partner, just everything. She spends a great deal of her time with me, since my mom is hardly ever at home. She prompted me into filling Gynaecology in my JAMB form instead of the computer science I actually wanted. She is single!
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   "Hello", my tiny voice pitched over the phone.
    "Babes, how are you?". That was Nurse Emily's voice.
     "I'm very well"...." Could you please come over? I'm home, tired of surfing the internet".
   "What about Sekemi?"Emmy as I fondly called her, asked.
    " I guess she is in her room or perhaps the kitchen watching the acquarium". I answered.
  "Okuuuurrrr, I'll be at your place in an hour's time, love you Janelle"
    "Love you, too". I said, hanging up.
There was something really interesting about Emmy, she was the only one that addressed me as Janelle, not even my mum. She seemed to have all suitable answers to any questions whatsoever. I really loved her.
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  "Ding-dong", the door bell rang.
   "Sekemi, go get the door, right now". I yelled from my room.
  

   "Tadaaaa". Emmy exclaimed, knocking on my door.
  "Innabit". I said getting off my bed. My room was typically designed to my taste. The walls were painted in mild blue, my bed was cozy with a white blanket. My shoe rack was a three layer decker, neatly resting against the wall. My blue and white clothes closet was also stacked to the brim with my dresses. My reading table was occupied with various creams, moisturisers, body sprays, wrist bands, wrist watches, cookies and other miscellaneous.
    "Heyyo, young Lady, you should stop locking up your door". Emmy said.
     " I believe I deserve some privacy". I Curt in.
I'm proudly a rich and spoilt baby.
      " You would learn some stuff, some day. I hope". Emmy replied.
   "Whatever" I replied nonchalantly
   "So,what have you been up to, today?". She asked.
     "Obviously, nothing serious. I have been on my cell since, I got bored and then read a few books and slept for a while, what about you, Emmy?"
    "Well, well, well.... I went to the hospital to attend to a patient, then went over to see a friend of mine before heading here....it was kinda hectic, though". Emmy said, checking through my clothes closet.
    "What the heck are you checking there, without my prior notice?". I asked raising an eye brow.
   "Mind your language, young lady".  She cautioned.
      "Sorry". I said faintly
     "So, why are your dresses not arranged in the rightful way?"
    "Uhmmmm, I was trying to get a light shirt this morning, so I disarranged them..."
   "Then what were you supposed to do after disarrenging them?"
    "I don't know, you should tell me". I answered rather rudely.
   "You wouldn't talk to me that way, Janelle!"
     "Oops...my bad". I said
     "Onibaje". She retorted
     "I know, thanks, at least you have called me that a quadrillion times".
Emmy chuckled, I chuckled and we chuckled away the rest of the day.