Boarding Tales ~ Episode XIV (Bosola’s Confessions)

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“Madness! That’s what this whole business had to be.” I said a bit loud to myself after leaving Yewande’s bunk. I listened to the peal of the breakfast bell as it rang for the last time. I wasn’t hungry at all or better still I had no appetite for food. I wondered if that was part of the effects of becoming a witch.

I was beyond angry, I felt betrayed and manipulated. I had thought Yewande had made friends with me because she really wanted to. I really wanted to make her pay but I couldn’t think of anything that could be done, I was too worried about the implications of being a witch.

There were a lot of things I still didn’t understand about the dream I had and the woman I saw. I was sure Yewande could shed more light but I was determined not to talk to her. Not in this life or the after I hissed holding back tears.

*****

It should have been just a dream, that’s what I had expected it to be.  Why else would I have been washing the back of a strange woman at a stream?   It was supposed to be a mere dream, fearful but meaningless. The first unusual thing about the dream was that it had started and ended with the woman saying “Don’t be deceived, this is not a dream.”

There had been two Hyenas lying down on the grass behind the stream. She had talked about Wheat and how I was supposed to spread the grains once a week.She had smelled of musk and sandalwood; a smell that even in the dream had reminded me of the incense that Mom sometimes burns. My horror started when after I woke up, the smell of musk and sandalwood pervaded the whole room.

How could what should be a dream not be a dream? The question that kept ringing in my head up until the time Yewande called me to her bunk and broke the news to me. I had felt shock at first but understanding had followed. It was certain. My worst fear was confirmed. Bosola was now a witch.

I spent half of that Sunday thinking about the woman, wheat grains and Hyenas. A part of me thought about how it could be a blessing in part. I would be able to punish Slappy. Perhaps turn her into a mouse. I laughed at that loving the idea. I discarded the thought after reminding myself that I had no wish to be a witch. So what’s the way out? I asked myself. Later that day, an idea formed in my mind; something that could only be executed after the masquerade festival.

****

The day our parents and our accusers were to come, I dressed up as early as 5.00 am in readiness. Yewande woke up later than usual, perhaps because she knew she wasn’t going to be attending the class. I watched as she packed her bags and emptied her wardrobe. She gave her provisions away and I watched in disbelief as everyone scrambled to get some even the ones who had accused her of being a witch also collected. Aren’t they scared? I thought

I attended the morning assembly while Yewande stayed in the room. I would have advised her to attend if we were still talking. But since I was still very angry with her, I hadn’t been talking to her. It seemed she had noticed and had also stopped all forms of interactions with me.

I wasn’t afraid any longer. I was ready to face the guys. Their books and the money were even in my backpack, I intended to return to them and apologise. I knew this might spell trouble for me but for my plan to work out, I had to make my own conscience clear

****

I couldn’t concentrate in the class; I had never been able to. Even without the burden in my heart I wouldn’t have understood a word.

It was further mathematics; a subject I believed was for the heavenly beings. The best score I ever got in mathematics was 56 so I wondered how anyone would expect me to grasp further mathematics. What’s my business with dy dx for heaven’s sake? That was the question I had almost asked the teacher once when he told me to find the dy dx of a particular mathematical problem. I had thought better and to avoid problems simply told him I don’t know. It had never bothered me to be called a dullard, not then, not ever.

I tried to drown out the teacher’s voice with my thoughts but somehow it kept creeping in. I checked my watch amazed at how much time was gone already.

Where were my parents and the guys? I wondered. I was still thinking of this when someone walked into the class. I looked up immediately and met Toluse’s eyes as soon as I did. I wondered why he could turn cold so suddenly. A thought crossed my mind making me smile wryly. I looked intently at him as he spoke to the teacher and I noticed he was trying to change his posture every second. It seemed as though he could tell my eyes were on him. I knew getting Toluse back wouldn’t be an issue if I was interested. The teacher motioned for me to follow Toluse and heaving a sigh of relief I did.

We didn’t say a word to each other throughout our walk to the principal’s office. He entered his office with me and I wondered why he felt the need to do so.

*****

Yewande was seated with a woman who I presumed must be her mother. She reeked of wealth and class. She seemed angry but for some reason it looked like her anger wasn’t really meant for her daughter. I spotted mum and dad next; there was no emotion in their eyes. It wasn’t as if I was expecting them to be overjoyed at seeing me but I expected to see anger or disgust. The two guys we had met in the university were also seated on the left. It could have been a courtroom of some sorts with the pissed looking principal as the judge and Mr Adisa with the no nonsense look plastered on his face as the prosecuting lawyer. The only thing that would have been wrong with that court was that there were no defence lawyers.

The principal cleared his throat.

“Ahem….it’s good that the second odaran is here now. You girls have both had one week since this incident happened and none of you still deemed it fit to confess. I am very ashamed of you girls and more importantly of the disrepute that you have both brought this school into. You have shamed me and the decent teachers and students of this school. For this reason we have decided to punish you both. Yewande is a serial offender and although I hate to disappoint her Mom I am going to have to send her out of my school his time around.”

I glanced at Yewande and saw that she could as well have been a thousand miles away.

“As for Bosola,” the principal continued. “She would have to go on three weeks suspension.”

I heard my mum gasp mumbling Jesus.

“It’s painful to me that you girls have not confessed to stealing the properties of these gentle men. Since you have refused to own up to it, I would have no choice than to pay for their loss.”

“Sir, there will be no need for that.” I said

“I took those items and I’m ready to return them.”

“Bosola you did what?” My Mom screamed. “Lord have mercy, are you also a thief now?”

“Calm down woman”, my dad said. She looked at him and nodding her head she sat down.

“Sir,” I continued. “Before I return those items to them I would like to say here now before everyone and my parents that I do not wish to remain in this school.”

“What!!! Yewande screamed startling everyone. Bosola how dare you say that, have you forgotten Iye’s mandate?”

“I don’t care.”

“You have to!”

“You ladies should wait a minute, who and what is Iye?” The principal said

“Sir, that’s where I intend to go next, there is a lot to talk about sir and I’m glad we have our parents here and these two outsiders too. You have been living in a fool’s paradise sir. Today I’m ready to tell all.”

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17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Aunty Hotstuff
    May 27, 2013 @ 05:54:39

    And we have to wait a whole week again 😦

    Reply

  2. @IamAyomiDotun
    May 27, 2013 @ 06:00:23

    Ghen-ghen… I can’t believe am commenting before Modupe Monebi! Can’t wait for the #BigRevelation

    Reply

  3. degreatest2
    May 27, 2013 @ 06:15:42

    Ah! Omode yi fe tu ashiri agba…!!!!! This won’t turn out well oh… !
    I am waiting patiently for next episode. Nice piece.

    Reply

  4. G
    May 27, 2013 @ 06:28:21

    Asiri Nla: Action-packed movie!! *grab ur copy now*

    Reply

  5. oscarpoems
    May 27, 2013 @ 06:57:16

    And the can of worms…to be opened or something’s going to prevent it? Can’t wait till next week

    Reply

  6. onyinye
    May 27, 2013 @ 07:50:47

    Toyin Toyin dis suspense 4 a monday morning? Dis is wen I seriously wish we were flatmates so I cld steal ur lappy. Nice move Bosola I just pray it doesn’t back fire.

    Reply

  7. Síjúadé-Kings, G. (@iAmKingsiju)
    May 27, 2013 @ 08:18:09

    Hey! Madam Toyin, which have you decided to do like NEPA/PHCN? To suspend the story at such a point is unfair! Anyway, as usual, we’d be back.

    Reply

  8. amaeze
    May 27, 2013 @ 08:38:40

    Smart move to spill in the open, we wait for monday then. Keep up the good work.

    Reply

  9. Nonye
    May 27, 2013 @ 08:42:43

    This is d best part of d story!! But do we have to wait a whole week? Can’t u make it twice in a week, Toyin dear ****winks***

    Reply

  10. Dennis Agyeman
    May 27, 2013 @ 11:04:51

    Wow, that my girl Bosola…Tell them everything…

    Reply

  11. ustyn
    May 27, 2013 @ 11:34:59

    U knw nau ‘this is super story’ Wale Adenuga present………Madam T nawaoh u wnt kill me? Nice one tho,kip it flowin,God bless

    Reply

  12. omoyelu
    May 27, 2013 @ 12:07:04

    Hmmmmmm,am very sure awon iya will seal ur mouth bisola,sis toyin ok oooo anoda monday again !!! Gengen

    Reply

  13. Yetunde
    May 27, 2013 @ 16:42:02

    I can bet she will loose her tongue. Madam TY, keep it up. I am still loyal.

    Reply

  14. sally
    May 27, 2013 @ 18:14:27

    Ghen-ghen! Bosola is about to sing!
    Can u like, post the next part already?
    Lovely read, Toyin 😀

    Reply

  15. abe temitope
    May 27, 2013 @ 21:18:01

    Gengen!!!

    Reply

  16. zeenike
    May 28, 2013 @ 04:12:42

    Ah, I like where this is going…

    Reply

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