Secrets Teens keep

(1) Mabel

Friday- July 22, 2019
14:00

Mabel Xamani

I was hardly the type to get interested in baseless chitchat and gossip, especially when I had my face stuck in a book. My girlfriends were the complete opposite.

My green, cat like eye drank in the story of Geoffrey Shafer's psychotic and deranged game of death, word for word. I was so engrossed with the stories and cruising in his mind that I ignored the milieu, losing track of time.

I stopped reading and took off my Burberry round reading glasses to clean it with it’s soft wipes and placed it into the case.

Kemi and Laura were sitting on the opposite side of the outdoor benches and round tables with big umbrella giving us shade from the bright sunlight.

Shaded from the angry sun, the girls were still engrossed in their argument on what I had no clue about. Not that I cared but they were loud and distracting.

"Not everyone is privileged like Mabel to be citizens of two amazing countries, minus our country," Kemi raised her voice as she always did when trying to make a point.

"How many times do I have to repeat myself, kemi? I am not a citizen of the United States of America," I said calmly, not interested in the conversation.

Kemi's obsession with where I was originally from was something I’d probably never understand and it was becoming tiring and getting on my nerves.

"I heard you loud and clear. What I'm trying to understand is why you came back to this God forsaken country. I confess to you, if I was in another country and a serious plague occurred, I would never come back. I'm dying there," She argued with so much unnecessary enthusiasm.

"Ahhn kemi, that's too much," Laura scolded, hitting her on the arm.

"I speak nothing but the truth." She rubbed her sore arm.

"You complain about our country every second of the day. Tell me, do you have ideas to improve the country? What do you plan on doing about it?"

Like I said, kemi was obsessed with my life history but not only that. She got obsessed with every new thing she learned about. Like the time we all watched 12 years a slave in the cinemas and ever since, she wanted to know every little information about the African slave trade.

She decided to add history to her subjects which wasn't necessary at all. I and kemi were science students unlike Laura and Vanessa. It wasn't mandatory to do history but still, kemi insisted.

"I plan on selling it to the Chinese. What kind of stupid question is that?" Kemi asked rhetorically, laughing loudly with her accomplice, Laura.

"Become a politician. Aspire to be the president. Change the government."

I stared menacingly at kemi and she stared back. She went ahead to remove her glasses that was exactly like mine except the color of the frame which we got last two years Christmas in Atlanta.

Kemi wore her glasses every hour of the day except to sleep and bath. She was a complete cranky blind bat without it. We were the same average height, kemi was plump, curvy body and had an attractive mischievous smile with a welcoming vibe.