"Good evening Sir." I muttered as I went to my room. After what he told me, I hadn't spoken to him except for greetings and one worded answers. I actually don't understand what is going on. Tears flowed freely as I recalled everything.
I struggled with school work. I had to repeat year 11 due to the constant loss of concentration and depression. I miss the family dinners and trips, the times she comes to pick me from school and the good night hugs. I'm hurting inside. Why doesn't he see this? I need to talk to someone, but the question is, am I ready to do so?
I cried myself to sleep and woke up to a terrible headache and hunger. I quickly cleaned myself up. It's already 7pm.
It's not like I really sleep at night.
I passed by Father and took a drink and cookie box.
"We're you crying?" He asks
"No."
My eyes were just sweating.
"I cooked already, want some?"
So you can cook.
"Nope. Good night" I went to my room. I sighed as I laid on my bed. Rumbling stomach brought me out of my reverie. I better eat something.
It's 11:30pm and I'm not sleepy yet. I got my result already, I might as well check it. I did well except for maths which is a C. So officially, second term is over when we'll not hear word again because of GCE. I put the result back to start packing for Friday, a day which would change my life for good or worse.
* * *
"Seat at the front please." Father says.
Nahh. I'll pass for now.
"No sir. I might fall asleep during the journey" I replied.
"Okay"
Friday is finally here and I get to be away from Father. I'm not sleeping, just want be away from him. I plugged in my earphones and started vibing to Rema's songs from bad commando.
Bad man dem know
Dem know say I be bad commando
Each and every night on the road I pray you never come near my zone
They no send me many years ago When I dey hustle for the street on a low
Each and every bad man dem know ...
As I was listening, a message came in from any unknown number:
"Hello, I'm a thief and I'm here to steal you heart".
---X
So cheesy. I wanted to ask who the person was, but do I want to start chatting by messaging?
Who also loves Rema? 😊😊🙋. I love Rema and Joeboy😊😻
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Teen Fiction#4 in tas #1 in Abeokuta Dedicated to all Africans who are depressed and suffer PTSD. How exactly do you explain to an African parent that you need help? Do Africans even care about the state of their mental health? How do I tell others how I fe...
