MY Days At Crown school
#EPISODE_37
I was bored, and there was nothing I could do. Sister Blessing was yet to be back, and I felt like going out too. I took permission from mom, and went to Bisola’s house. When I got to their flat, I knocked on the door twice before the door was finally opened. Bisola looked at me as if she saw a ghost. Her mouth gaped open, and she screamed before she wra-pped her two arms around me.
“Suzy it’s you. Did your Mom told you I asked of you last Sunday in church?” She beamed happily.
I just nodded. I couldn’t remember Mom telling me Bisola asked of me.
“Come in, come in..” she ushered me in, gesturing with her two hands for me to sit. “You really just forgot about us like that.”
I sat on a single settee, taking a quic-k glance of their living room. I made sure to re-move my sandals not to step on the shinning red rug. Been a long time I visited, a lot has changed. Their living room looked much more beautiful, and very much expensive than the last time I c@m£ here.
Looking down at the table beside the settee I was sitting, Bisola had brou-ght a bottle of coca-cola and a bottle of chin chin for me.
“This is too much,” I tea-sed her, and I saw her smiled. “Is Mom not around?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “She travelled yesterday. But my big sis and brothers are around.” She picked up their Dstv remote and changed it to my favourite telemundo.
Aww…
I found myself smiling. Childhood friends know so much about you, that they can’t forget.
“Guess you’re alre-ady missing Crown school,” she win-ked.
I laughed. She was right though. I miss Crown school so much. The fun, the debate, the girls, and the food especially.
Suzy, Suzy..
I laughed at myself.
But that was the truth. I miss the food, and the girls especially.
“I miss a lot,” I told her. “I can’t say a p@rticular thing is what I miss.”
Liar!
“Hmm.. Are you telling the truth?” Bisola tea-sed me.
I laughed because I knew I lied. But how did she know?
“You are not talking about their food. I know you very well Suzy,” she said.
I laughed so ha-rd .
“Bisola! Is just the normal food I eat at home.”
“So you eat fried rice, jollof rice, salad, chicken, spaghetti, and those tantalizing food at the same time.”
Haha…
I could not control that laughter.
Where did she get that from?
“Don’t you know Google will tell us everything.”
“Really,” I chuckled. “Can’t believe you took your time to do all that. Well. To be honest, I miss the food, but-”
“Now you’re talking,” she cut me off.
Like seriously, Bisola is good at getting to the bo-ttomof everything. “But they cook it all together, because not everyone would feel like eating fried rice. So instead of cooking just one food, they go ahead to cook like three different food to plea-se everyone.” I told her.
“Oh I see. And I trust you.” She win-ked at me. She got up, and I wonder where she was going again. Only to come back with another bottle of chin chin.
“Bisola I’m not even done with this. This is too much. I’m really okay. I mean I’m okay with this.”
Bisola laughed. She knew that act of mine was a lie, especially when I said I was okay, knowing I really like chin chin, and love ma-king it.
“I know you’re okay, but this is for you to take home,” she put it inside a small nylon for me. I was glad she insisted on giving it to me, because I would no longer be ma-king one for Mercy.
“So are you writing GCE?” Bisola asked me.
I took small out of my drink, and allowed it to settle. “Well, Mom was just discussing about it with me. So I’m not sure yet. Sometimes Dad would always stand on his decision. And you?” I threw back the question at her.
“I’m taking GCE. I would soon start the lesson,”she replied.
“But didn’t you write NECO?”
“Of course, I wrote NECO. But mom and Dad just want me to have the three results.”
All these parents ehnn!
“But I don’t see why one nee-d to write this GCE again. Is your br@in not h0t?” I t©uçhed her head.
She laughed. “Very Suzy. I’m so tired, and I can’t wait to put an end to re-ading for exams. If you ask them to show you their results, I’m sure it is only WAEC they will show us or NECO.”
I bur-st into laughter. She dare not say that in their pres£nce. We can’t blame our parents. We also can see how ha-rd getting an admission into university these days. So it’s better to have all your results so nothing won’t hold you back. Though we children of nowadays only enjoy re-ading for plea-sure. Like I also enjoyed re-ading my novels.
“Just let me know if you’re taking one,” she said.
“Sure, no problem.” I told her.
As I was admiring their beautiful living room, I saw a book on the table standing in the middle of the room. I got up, and picked up the book.
Oh my God! It’s the same book.
It made me remember Victor because he was the one who bought it for me.
“Bisola, so you’re also re-ading Tangled?”
She laughed. “Oh my God, you’ve also re-ad it!” She beamed proudly.
I nodded.
We talked, and laughed for so long. When I checked the time, it was alre-ady getting late.
“Wow! You really spent so much time with me. Thanks for the visit.” She hvgged me.
“You’re welcome. I should expect you too,” I said.
She nodded. “One of these days I will visit you.” She packed the remaining chin chin I was unable to finish inside the bottle, and add another bottle of fanta for me.
“Thank you so much.” I showed my appreciation, and bade her goodbye.
√Almost getting home, I knew Mercy would have gotten home. I walked very fast, because I was so eager to see her. If not because I was not with my phone, Mercy would have disturbe-d me with calls. I entered throu-gh our gate, and rushed in. I met Mom eating.
“Mom, where is Mercy?” I was alre-ady walking towards my room.
“I’ve not seen her. I’ve been trying to reach her too.” Mom said nonchalantly. There was something wrong about Mom’s reaction. A typical Nigeria Mom would have gotten to her feet calling the whole family. But Mom was so quiet and relaxed. Or may be she as-sumed it was traffic.
I didn’t wait. I went straight to my room to get my phone. I nee-ded to know her whereabouts. But as I opened the door to my room, the smell that attacked my nose, was as if I entered a restaurant.
Wait… Did I enter Mr. Biggs?
I closed the door and opened it again. And it was as if I entered KFC. I nee-ded to be sure it wasn’t sweet s-en-sation, because I could smell meat pie, egg roll, sausage roll, and a fried chicken.
I closed the door and opened it again.
And guess what, it was as if Iya Michael in the movie of wedding p@rty was cooking in my room.
My nose was filled with the aroma of jollof rice.
Oh Suzy! Why is food smelling everywhere?
I went to pick up my phone, and received my shocking surprise.
“Mercy!” I shouted as much as I could. How could I not know? As I was searching my room, my leg hit something, which I quic-kly bent down and check. I was right about food smelling. Three white nylon was lying on the floor beside my be-d. One with meat pie, another one with egg roll, and some things I don’t even the name they call it. The third one was a very big plate. I opened it, and I couldn’t help but just swallowed my saliva instead.
Before I knew what was going on. Thank God I’ve covered the jollof rice, before cas-sava flakes was poured on me.
“Mercy, what’s the meaning if this?” I shouted, as I got up to my feet. She just arrived and she was alre-ady causing trouble.
She laughed very loudly. “Happy Birthday in arrears darling.”
I was angry. As I turned, and was about to take my anger on her, behold, another surprise stood at my front, and I found myself smiling.
What a big cake.
“Aww..”
Mercy laughed, and the next thing she did was spray me with b©dy spray.
“Mercy are you Crazy?”
I couldn’t believe she spent her money buying all these. Doesn’t she has anything to do with money. I stamped my feet on the ground like a baby crying for ice cream, giving her the plea-sure to mock me.
Someone is really looking for trouble.
“Who does that?” I didn’t know I said that out, not until I heard Mercy laughed so ha-rd .
“Are you not a womans like me?” She said in Jenifa’s voice, and I started laughing. No matter how angry I am, say a word in Jenifa’s voice, and you have me laughing. Her bad English can make someone come back to life.
Haha…
“You’re not okay,” I said.
“You better use your own to do your own.” She said again, feeling superior and happy.
“So why are you still sitting on my be-d?”
“Story for the gods,” she gave it to me one time.
My people, that was de-ep.
I just decided to remain quiet.
Something c@m£ to my mind, and I started laughing. I wish I could laugh in Spanish as they say, but I could only laugh as a Nigerian.
Haha..
Hoho….
He he….
Someone will run back to Lagos with immediate effect.
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