ENNY'S BLOG

PA MY FOOT!!! "Big sis, I've been so worried about you", Gbemi led me inside the house when I was done with my useless adventure "Did you catch that bastard?", she patted my back so I'll be able to breathe normally after running too much. "No", I lied. "Too bad", She was angry. "I was hoping you'd teach him a bitter lesson!" "Where's Bola", I turned to ask no one in particular. "She's with her new friends who bought me an ice cream", Segun answered yet focused on playing wort cards with his elder brother who kept cheating him and winning. My ganga mood was activated because Bola drove me crazy. How could she have gone out without caring about my welfare while I was out there defending her! She didn't even think about the safety of her siblings! But upon realizing being angry did me no good, I became calm. I didn't want to give myself an unnecessary headache or high blood pressure. ...

SIBLINGS SITTING ALERT!!! "I'm so sorry, Rose. I didn't mean it", I made an attempt to clean her messed up uniform with my bare hands since I couldn't find my handkerchief on time. "Take your filthy hands off me, idiot!", She shouted at me and I patiently waited to get assault by her again since there was no way to avoid her wrath. Timmy then entered the cafe in his awkward walking pattern to request for my prompt attention at Mr. Jeffrey's office. I pleaded for Rose's forgiveness and quickly ran out of the cafe with him. "I'm not as good as you in sprinting", Timmy stopped at some point to catch his breath. "Stop kidding me, Timmy", I laughed. "I've never considered myself good in any sport". "You're pretty good actually", we decided to walk. "Actually, I pulled that prank on Rose to save you from being humiliated by Rose", he spilled the beans. "You shouldn't have done...

THE WALKING DISASTER "The correct answer is a paradox", he wrote the word with blue ink on our whiteboard. "You're wrong, miss Shola", he diverted his attention towards her as well as others in the class, who were hastily waiting for him to pounce on her. I felt proud of myself for getting the answer correctly yet afraid of what he'll do to my only allie in the school at that point in time. In the middle of nowhere, Mr. Yemi called my name again and addressed me as one who do to the Queen of England, "What should I do to miss Shola?" "Please pardon her, sir", I pleaded on her behalf. "Alright, the new class representative has spoken", he reached for his black leather briefcase on the teacher's desk, "class dismissed!" Class representative? I didn't know the responsibilities of such a person and wasn't interested in any school post anyway so I didn't really take him seriously. After closing hour, i...