My mind as a teenager episode 69 - 70 | Dapalace
February 26, 2021


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My mind as a teenager episode 69 – 70

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My mind as a teenager


Episode 69 & 70


I remained indoors for the rest of the week.

Raymond would call and we’ll talk. I was

expecting my siblings home the following

week for school resumption so I had to visit

the market to buy the things we needed at

home since I’ll no longer be depending on

junk food.

I had earlier on decided to board a bike but

on a second thought,I started my walk to the

market after making sure “my’ house was

under lock and key.


I passed by some girls that I knew I went to

primary school with. We don’t talk because

we all went our separate ways after primary

school and y’know this big ” girlism” attitude

when girls wait for the other person to be the

first to talk to them.

I had walked about ten steps away from

them when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I

turned around and I came face to face with a

not too tall beautiful girl. She will pass for

miss Ebony black if there was a beauty

pageant like that. Her face was lit with a

smile. I know I always see her,sometimes

alone,most times at Vivian’s shop.

Ifunanya: Excuse me please. You’re Rose


She asked very politely and friendly.

Me: Yes. I’m Rose.

Ifunanya: My name’s Ifunanya. If you can

remember me,I was in primary one when you

were in primary three.

I looked at her in surprise. And she

recognised me?

Me: You must have a good memory.

Ifunanya: Thanks. Looks like you’re going out

Me: Yes. Want to go to the market to buy

somethings for housekeep.

Ifunanya: Oh! May I accompany you?

Me: Yes please. Your company will make it


We walked to the market talking and getting

to know ourselves. By the time we were back

to my house,we both knew everything about

our families and 60% of our personal lives.

She was such a jovial person that I liked her


Me: Welcome to my house. What do I offer


Ifunanya: Water please.

Me: Only?

Ifunanya: Yes.

Me: Okay.

I got her water and we went back to

discussing street issues. Suddenly, she just

changed the topic.

Ifunanya: Do you know that Vivian will be due

by next month?

I looked at her and I was sure she could read

the shock on my face.

I had forgotten there was anybody like

Vivian. I had also forgotten that she was


I heaved a sigh as I remembered again all the

things Ebuka (the father of her child) said to



Tears dropped from my eyes so I had to

dismiss my new friend with the promise of

seeing her next day.



As I woke up the next morning,I had a lot of

decisions to make.One: I’ll have to go and

visit Vivian.

Two: I’ll never ask her about the paternity of

her baby.

Three: I’ll be the best friend I can be to her.

Finally,I’ll never have to brood over my past

experiences. I was moving on.

Around 10am,I was through with all I had to

do. I took my bath,dressed up and left for the

market. I bought garden

eggs,oranges,watermelon,apple and a

bathroom slipper(till today,I don’t know why I

added it to the list).

I rushed to Vivian’s house like it was my

heaven. I got to the door and knocked. I

waited for about five minutes before the door

was answered… Vivian.

I stood there and looked at her. It was like

she grew shorter with the pregnancy. Her

stomach was round and very balanced. She

was tying a wrapper. Her naturally pimpled

face looked like it was experiencing more

pimple production (the pregnancy of course).

I started crying. Not because of her new

found ugliness,or because she was

pregnant,or because its being long I saw her.


I cried because she looked so healthy and it

pained me that I didn’t contribute to that. She

joined me and we cried together. I ran into

her arms and almost froze when I felt a slight

jerk from her stomach. I thought I had hurt

her so I looked at her.

With a smile on her face and tears still

running down her cheeks,she brushed my

shoulder and pulled me in before she locked

the door. We walked into the sitting room

and I comfortably sat down after placing my

bag beside the cushion.

Vivian: How are you?

She sat beside me and checked me out.

Me: Can’t you see I’m fine? How are you


Vivian: I’m good o. You’ve seen your

pregnant friend in all her ugliness.

We both laughed at her joke before I shifted

the fruit-filled bag to her side.

Me; I don’t know what you will like now so I

bought so many fruits. Manage them biko o?

I’ll buy more when next I visit.

She looked into the bag and looked back at


Vivian: You’ve being stealing from mummy’s

shop abi?(she and I had always never

differentiated between our mums)

Me: Nooo. She’s not even around self.

I took time to explain to her how I’ve been

alone since the vacation started and how I

got the fruits using the daily allowances my

mum asked me to be taking from the shop.

Vivian; Okay o. Thank you. Just don’t want

you to be in trouble because of me. I actually

thought your people will ask you to stop

seeing me because of my condition because

almost all my classmates no longer talk to


Me: Ah! My mum hasn’t even said anything

but I’m sure she won’t stop me from seeing

you. Its not your fault that you’re pregnant


Vivian: it’s my fault o nne. If only Ebuka

owned up,I wouldn’t be . . . . .

Me: Wait o! Where’s your mum?

Vivian: She went to the hospital with my dad.

Me: Sorry o. But is he still sick?

Vivian; Nne,his condition is now worse.

We spent the rest of the day talking about

our families and gossiping about Raymond

and I.


Around 6pm,her parents came back and I

had to leave. I promised to visit often and

during the good night hug,the kick came

again and she told me it was  the baby

kicking. I laughed and kept rubbing her

stomach as she led me to the gate.



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