Two Weeks after my boarding school to take me home, I asked after my father and he said my parents just left Ibadan to Oshogbo for a ministration. My countenance fell again and a tear dropped from my eyes. Uncle Seun drew me close to himself and hugged me, it didn’t solve my problem but I felt calm. It was the second masculine hug in three months! In no distant time we got to our apartment, Casimir and Sarah were delighted to see big sister but I could see the disappointment on their faces. Sarah even had to ask amidst tears; “Sissy, please did you see mum and dad on the way”? “Mum and dad would be home soon, ok”? I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that the Oshogbo conference was going to last for a week. While I sat with my siblings in the sitting room, there was a knock on the door I peeped through the security hole and saw Uncle Seun. “O! He must have come to keep me company, what a gentleman” I said to myself. I opened the door and there stood Uncle Seun with a sanitary pad! 26 entrance examination, I had already told everyone who cared to hear that I would be leaving for boarding school come the next academic session. As at this time, I hadn’t even seen my entrance results then not to talk of going for interview nor receiving admission letter. I don’t know if it was faith but whichever way, I was calling forth those things that are not as though they were and my admission into the boarding school was paramount. And just like a miracle, dad received a text message inviting Miss. Zina Folashade with immediate effect. Aderopo for her interview. Though we hadn’t seen the entrance results but the fact that I was invited for the interview means I passed the entrance examinations. The interview went smoothly and preparations to go the boarding school commenced As mum prepared me for school, she also prepared our luggage to move to our new station. Casimir and Sarah have come to accept our new fate besides what could they do? Absolutely nothing! Three weeks later we vacated our three- bedroom apartment in the heart of Lagos and we relocated to the heart of Ibadan. Dad and mum started a new church with immediate effect and my siblings and I were addressed as OMO PASTOR. As time went on, members began to troop in to our church and one could see that of a truth the lord was with us. One month later, I went to the boarding school. Boarding school for me was a world of its own. From the very first day I bade my parents’ goodbye, it hasn’t been easy. Not because I lacked provisions but there was something about the environment that my spirit contended with. A day after my arrival, I bumped into Harvey. Harvey had a dual citizenship, mere looking at him I knew he was not a total Nigerian. His hair was like those of the Americans’ I had seen on television and I admired it. He collected my file from me and as God would have it we were in the same class; Jss1 y. he took me to our class room and from the way I stared at him, he asked me if I had questions to ask. school” “D-i-a-s-p-o-r-a? What does that mean”? “Why are you here? I mean, you are not a Nigerian so what are you doing in our “Well, my mum is a Nigerian in diaspora and my dad is an American” “She’s based abroad even though she’s from Ibadan here” “She’s currently running her Master’s programme here and I decided to come down with her” “That sounds interesting”…… Harvey doesn’t look like we the black kids. He looked way older than his age and to wrap it up his handsomeness was heavenly. Harvey already had a seat partner and so I got to seat with Cynthia just directly at the back of Harvey. We were interrupted by a tall and lanky lady, Harvey whispered to me and said she was our class teacher. “Good-day class” “Good-day Mrs. Badmus” “Do we have any new student in our midst”? Just before I could stand to my feet, the whole class chorused “yes”!!!!!. At this point, I was so shy and I felt like the ground should open and swallow me. Mrs. Badmus is all shades of goodness. She made me introduce myself to the class and she in turn introduced herself to me. She collected my parents’ contact and from that day forward she became my guardian.
Thursday 28 May 2020
Storytelling
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