Tejumola episode 1 & 2

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❤ TEJUMOLA

#EPISODE_1

 

 

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, took a quic-k glance round the clas-sroom-everyb©dy seems interested in what the teacher was scribbling on the black board.

I summed Madame Diallo with a look, I couldn’t help smiling at her fat legs…

“Le langue Francaise… Repeat after me.” madame Diallo began.

“Le langue francaise!” the whole clas-s throated.

I hissed quitely, do we have to say this? We’re in J.S.S.3 for crying out loud! Besides, why do we have to learn french this h0t afternoon? I am a Nigerian! A Yoru-ba for that matter…

“Il ya des ecole, eu du mangue.” the teacher said again.

“Who can tell us what that means?” her cat eyes searched the clas-s.

Bisi stood up, I trust her now- over sabi-sabi. I hissed again.

“it means, in front of the school, there is a mango tree.” Bisi said smiling like a donkey

“Cl@p for her.”

I didn’t cl@p, i looked out of the window instead.

“Madame et monsuier Akosua, il habite poto-poto-br@za ville.” I heard her say.

“who can translate that?”

I kept my eyes glued to the window.

“Teju can you help us out?” I heard her definitely, me translate french? ru-bbish.

“Tejumola Benson!” she shrilled

I jumped up, pretending to be startled.

“translate that!” she pointed her cane at the black board.

“Which one of them?” I scratched my cornrows.

“Teju!” she scowled.

“Errrm…madame …errn, it means..erm,mr and Mrs..Akosua, have children,called….erm, poto-poto and br@zaville…” I stammered.

She stared at me in disbelief.

“Teju!” her eyes almost popped out

“You’re sitting for your Junior WAEC & NECO very soon, and you can’t translate this?”

I looked away.

“I’m so disappointed!” she added.

That one is your headache, I wonder if french is a necessity.

“Sit down, clas-s lets continue.”

ru-bbish! I hissed

“Bring out your notebooks, and copy these down.” Madame Diallo ordered before she started scribbling some notes on the board.

I copied the note for copying sake, i had no intention of re-ading it. We copied and copied endlessly till a bell rang.

“End of period” Ayo- a fat chubby boy yelled from outside. We all laughed. Ayo-the time keeper, we told each other.

“Lets call it a day, aurevoir” madame Diallo packed her books.

“Au revoir” we all throated, my voice at its peak. Loudest.

The whole clas-s bec@m£ a noise den, some of them even pla-yed ten-ten. I watched them all, with no intention of joining them. I’ve not eaten since last night, I don’t have the strength to pla-y…

“What’s the noise all about?” Eric the headboy roared.

They didn’t even notice him.

He ban-ged a table loudly.

They all c@m£ back to their s-en-ses.

“Good afternoon s£nior”

“What’s good about the afternoon? Ehn? Why were you ma-king such noise?” Eric’s mas-sive voice thun-dered.

Nob©dy replied him

“Who’s the clas-s captain?” he asked again, infuriated.

I quic-kly adjusted my Sk-irt, tucked in my shi-t properly.

“I said where’s the…”

“Sir?” I chirped cutting him short.

“i want the list of noisemakers now” he ordered

“List?” I wore a puzzled look

“oh so you just watched them abi? What’s your job?” he queried.

Na today? ThankGod say I no join them sef, if not this building for fall- I hissed within me.

“Are you deaf or dumb?” He yelled at me.

“None of the above.” I replied with a frown. Some students began to giggle

“oh really? Okay, come out here.” he ordered.

“go and kneel down un-der the sun!” he declared my punishment.

Mo kpe! I thought quitely as I knelt down.
This h0t sun plus kneeling down plus hunger again? I’m finished.

I didn’t spend a minute kneeling down when I saw David the as-sistant headboy walking towards me.

I looked away, David was very popular in the school, he bec@m£ the as-sistant headboy the very day he stepped his foot into S.S.S.2. Maybe cos he’s brilliant or cos his father was rich- very rich-a s£nator. Maybe cos of his looks, he is toon beautiful to be called handsome, those full eyelashes, the dimples….

“What are doing here?” David asked

“punishment.” I replied.

Go back to your clas-s, this sun is too h0t.” He said quitely.

I stood up, murmurred a thankyou, and walked quic-kly to my clas-s, who said my God isn’t mercifull..

“st©p there!” Eric roared from behind me.

“Who asked you to go back to your clas-s?” he gnarled.

“I did.” David sauntered towards us. “Guy
free the girl, this sun is too h0t.” David patted Eric’s shoulder.

“Go to your clas-s” he said to me.

Oh yea! I felt so fly as I hopped to me clas-s.

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I trudged into our flat, as usual Maria-my step mother was sitting; crosslegged in the parlour.

“Ekun le oo” I said trying to sound cheerful

“Maami good evening.” I greeted her again, She did not reply, she glued her eyes to the television.

That’s your problem, I shrugged, and walked towards my room.

“Oshi!- Devil!” I heard her say, I quic-kly turned to look at her.

“Aje- witch!” she added again.

I bec@m£ apprehensive, trouble in the air.

“go and tell your fellow witches that my head is too strong for them o” she cl@pped.

Is this woman okay? I asked myself, I moved towards my room but st©ped again when something struck my head from behind.

The sharp pain surged throu-gh my b©dy, I let out an ear-deafening scream- thats my major talent.

She pu-ll-ed me r0ûghly, “let me warn you, if you tell your father anything, I’ll kill you!”

I stood still, staring at her.

“Take your winchy eyes off me jare! Oya go and fetch water for me.”

“okay, let me pu-ll off my uniform.” I moved towards my room, tears streaming down cheeks.

“which uniform? Go like that jor!” she pushed me r0ûghly.

I dashed to the kitchen, picked a bucket and made for the bore-hole, to prevent more beating and insults.

The borehole was about 20 blocks from our flat, I filled my bucket and made towards home. I wished my Dad would just come back, he’s gone for his so-called ‘business trips’. If he’d been around, I wouldn’t fetch water, he made sure we buy from water vendors.

“Tejumola Benson!” someone called from behind me. I turned sharply and saw Bisi my clas-smate running towards me.

Here comes the over sabi-sabi, I rolled my eyes.

“So you fetch water too?” she asked. I didn’t reply.

“you should have changed from your uniform first now.” she added.

Over sabi-sabi mind your business now, I wanted to tell her.

“Thanks for your concern” I replied with sarcasm

“Its alright” she gave me a donkey smile. Eeewww!

“Let me help you, I’m going down the road.” she collectedd the bucket of water, balanced it on her head and we walked home.

“Teju, you were funny during french clas-s, that day, hmm.” she said.

I simply gr-unted.

“You see this house?” she said as we walked past a hvge mansion.

“yes”

“shey you know David ko? The as-sistant head boy, ehen, the house belongs to his father, they all live inside.” Bisi explained.

“Ehhn! Tell me something.” I said in a gossip like fashion.

“Hmm, you mean you don’t know? His father has three wives now, David is the only son, with about 15 sisters. My dear, each of them have a well furnished room. You know their father is a s£nator” Bisi rattled on.

“Thanks for the info” I was sarcastic again. Thank God she didn’t notice

“not atall, if you nee-d any story, just call me, I know almost everything.” she said dropping my bucket of water right in front of my house.

“Thanks” I wore a plastic smile.

Amebo number 1, I wanted to tell her

“Hmmn, bye”

I watched her leave before taking my bucket of water into the house.

 

 

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#Episode_2

“How many hours did it take you to fetch just a bucket of water?” Maria snarled.

I turned the water into a drum and made to walk past her. She pushed me and I t©ppled over, bashing my head on the floor, I skrie-ked in pain.

“! I will make this house miserable for you, so far you and your witches won’t let me give birth.”

“I didn’t hold your wo-mb, go and ask the doctor who helped you ab-ort so many babies when you were a love peddler in town.” I blurted out, I was surprised at myself.

Wow! I’m now grown, not the little girl she used to m©l£st. 14 yrs no be beans, I’m not called Tejumola for nothing.

She stared at me surprised, hate-pain and anger written all over her face.

“Who did you call a love-peddler?” she marched towards me.

I backed away slowly, too slow enough for her to gr-ab me. She beat, scratched and pu-ll-ed my cornrows. I begged and begged to no avail. s-en-sing she might kill me, i st©pped begging. I held unto her ti-ghtly, brou-ght my mouth close to her ear and screamed with all my might. She quic-kly re-leased me cos my scream could make her go deaf, it was piercing and irritating. I ran out of the kitchen, into my room. I quic-kly bolted it, locked it with keys.

She ban-ged at my door.

“Teju open the door, I’l kill you today.” she yelled.

“Ashewo kobo kobo no market today?” I screamed back at her.

She fell silent, I could hear her sob, winchy-wincho! I hissed.

I examined my injuries, just then I remembered i was hungry. There was no way maami is gonna feed me today, I will wait till she is asleep, then I’l steal some packs of indomie.

Man pikin dey suffer! I told myself after gulping down three cu-ps of water.

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I st©pped about a 100 metres from the school gate to examine myself. I wiped off some sweats, cleaned my shoes and so on.

I took a quic-k glance at my wristwatch before resuming my cleaning exercise.

8am? Yikes! I don over late. I quic-kened my pace and in no time, the school gate was just a few steps away. Eric was standing there, alongside David and some other prefects. Some ‘late-comers’ too were kneeling down.

“Good morning s£nior” I flexed my knees, alre-ady I was working out some excuses…

“bad morning to you! Join them!” Eric snarled gesturing towards the other students.

“Let her go in now, you know they’re writing J.S.C.E exams…they would start by nine.” David was pleading with Eric.

“No, she must be punished!” Eric said with a note of finality. “what’s even your business with this girl? Ehn?” he added. “kneel down there!” he ordered me.

“You don’t have the authority!” David retorted at him.

“who has? You?” Eric sneered

“Get inside!” David told me.

I stood up sharply, dusted my bag, and walked past Eric.

“come back here!” Eric pu-ll-ed me back.

I skrie-ked feigning pain, pretending to loose my balance. David quic-kly held me to steady my balance.

“You don’t dare rou-gh handle her!” He growled at Eric.

“Why? Cos she’s your girlfriend? See this small boy o!” Eric sneered.

quic-k as a flash, I saw David raise his hand and his palm landed on Eric’s cheek.

“How dare you?” Eric darted towards him. They engaged in a scuffle, David beating up Eric.

I didn’t stand to watch the show, I ran quic-kly towards the clas-sroom, I nee-ded to revise my notes. Who separated the fight? I didn’t care.

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Ayo rang the bell. “School closed” He yelled.

Every student excitedly picked up their bags, lunch boxes and what have you- they all hurried out of school. For some reasons, I remained seated in my position.

“Teju, won’t you go home?” Bisi asked me stra-pping her bag.

I bit my lowerl-ip, they s£nd this girl to me ni?!

“Teejumoolaaa…” she cooed

“Biiissiii” I replied.

“won’t you go home?”

“When did you become my guardian? Ehn?” I queried

“Nooo, I was just trying to..” she tried to explain.

“Shut up! Over sabi-sabi! Did we come to school together this morning?” I cut her short.

“Okay, sorry o.” she walked away, leaving me alone in the now- empty clas-s.

Good riddance! I rather remained in school than go back home to see Maami’s ugly face. The school bec@m£ quite, only for some low voices from the staff room. I pla-yed around the clas-s, mimicked some teachers, practiced some dance steps, I even practiced some kung fu, Imagining Maami as my opponent, punching her ugly face and kicking her bu-ttocks, just to while away time.

I glanced at my wristwatch; 4:30pm. Good! Atleast with 30mins trekking, I’ll get home by 5pm. I quic-kly rehearsed my plans.

Firstly, I go to the kitchen, fill my bag with bre-ad and 5 packs of indomie.

Secondly, greet Maami before hiding in my room.
That woman can’t kill me! Besides i haven’t paid for my practicals. Maami refused to give me money. I got to the school gate and saw a boy in uniform standing there. Maybe he is waiting for their family driver to pick him up, spoilt rich man’s children.

“Hey!” David said, standing up

“Good afternoon s£nior.” I replied.

“what are you still doing in school?” He asked.

See question, you too what are doing here!

“Errm, I stayed back to revise some notes.” I said instead

“Oh really? That’s nice” he shook his head like an agama lizard

“I’ve been waiting for my driver, the guy doesn’t wanna show up” he added with a weary look.

Did I ask you? Can’t you trek?

“Eeyaah, sorry s£nior.” I said wearing a pitying face.

“your driver is here to pick you?” he asked

Driver ke!

“Noo, me I’m trekking o”

“Wow, that could be fun!” his eyes glinted, his dimples showing.

Fun! Indeed! I smiled.

“Can I join you?, I mean, lets trek together?” he was smiling too and those dimples… Oh! I was a su-cker for dimples.

“okay, no problem.” I sounded like someone important.

He picked his books, and we trekked home together. That was how we bec@m£ friends. We always trekked home together, no more driver coming to pick him up. We’d stay back in school after closing for hours doing nothing in p@rticular. He always bought me snacks and carbonated drinks during breaktime, I always collected them with ‘thanks’.

I told him about some fees i havent paid in the school and he paid them for me. Our friendsh!pgrew. hmmm, like seriously. He was a true friend to me. He was my brother, my sister, my mother and even my father because my real father has no time for me, his beautiful daughter.

No prefect dares to punish me anymore, I bec@m£ more stubborn and efficient in my trouble ma-king.

 

 

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