ENNY'S BLOG

From the far end of the food shed, Khadijat saw Janet speaking with Johakim so her focus shifted from the conversation we were having. More than anything else, Khadijat would have loved to confront Janet at that time, but I didn't allow her to do that since she had no evidence to prove there was a relationship going on between them. I wanted us to end the week peacefully so we would have enough energy to prepare for our upcoming midterm test. It was my tradition to observe a fast on days I had tests or exams so I didn't cook the following Monday, to avoid getting tempted. Once I made sure the materials I needed to write tests for the three subjects on my timetable were in my brown school bag, I wore my black moccasin shoes on my not-so-white socks and headed for the second route I took to school every weekday. Since I studied my books overnight, I was confident about writing something meaningful in my scripts. On my way to school, I met an angry Omma. She was angry at Master ...

In my neighborhood, it was customary for schools to start a program an hour past the time stipulated in their invitation letter but that wasn't the case here. Barely ten minutes after we arrived at the stadium, the event kicked off with an opening prayer by the proprietress of the school we were competing against, Kenbol Group Of Schools. T hereafter, she officially welcomed everyone to the occasion and handed over the microphone to the principal. Every student from my school couldn't stop staring at him because he was so different from ours. His expensive sportswear looked good on him. Even while watching him from afar, I could still see his nice haircut and traces of his white teeth. My nose could even sniff his strong cologne! Lol... The head boy took over the stage as the principal left for the VIP table. He had similar features with the principal but was shorter. He also had a pink lip that every female student in my school would die for and hid fair skin was withou...

Before his eyes could get the chance to drill a hole in my face, I asked for his mom. In response, he told me she was dressing up in the master's bedroom and offered to let me sit in their living room and wait for her but I turned him down. Soon, the woman came out to attend to me. She was willing to help me get what I wanted because Omma was her good friend and companion. I thanked her for that, gave her the money for the sportswear then turned to leave. By the time I got back to the field, Aza and Joe were already racing against themselves. I thought the former was going to win because he was taller than him. Unfortunately, he didn't make my desires come true. I was surprised that the latter could make it to the finishing line before him. Even though the distance between the duo wasn't much, I still teased Aza about losing a game to a junior. Each time that happened, he would tell me that it only happened because he was distracted by Jess who was about to engage in a ...