Boarding Tales ~ Episode XVI

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Throughout the journey back home, none of us talked about the revelations of the previous day. In fact, we did not speak to one another at all; the only sound in the car came from the King Sunny Ade tapes that Dad played. I wanted to sleep but I was afraid of them talking about me while I slept so I didn’t sleep. I kept wondering what Dad planned to do.

I tried to imagine dad calling a family meeting and talking about what happened between Demo and I. I imagined myself and Demo standing in the middle of our sitting room, the centre table having been pushed back. I imagined the numerous pairs of eyes belonging to relatives that would rest on us. I thought of how in their minds they would see me as soiled, a girl who should not associate with their children. I imagined me wanting to get married several years on and the same relatives sitting at my engagement ceremony pitying my husband and wondering if he knew he was marrying a girl who was deflowered by her cousin.

The thoughts terrified me and I wanted to ask Dad what his plans were and if he intends to do such but I didn’t open my mouth. I couldn’t.

That afternoon when we got home, Dad and Mom went straight into Demo’s room and together they packed his clothes and put it in the trunk of Dad’s car. My elder brother watched on in confusion and would occasionally glance at me for enlightenment but my face betrayed nothing. Ordinarily he would have approached my parents and ask them why they were packing Demo’s stuff but he didn’t say anything. Perhaps he could sense that Dad and Mom were not in their best frame of minds. They finished packing it and then they sat in the sitting room as though waiting for Demo.

Demo walked in some minutes later, I think he must have been planning to greet Dad and Mom because the words were about to leave his mouth when Mom walked up to him in the doorway and slapped him. He opened his mouth to protest and Mom slapped him again. She grabbed the front of his shirt and sank her teeth into the fleshy part of his arm, I watched as everyone did. I expected Dad to get up and do something, perhaps stop Mom or tell her to stop but he didn’t.

When Demo was finally able to wrench himself away from Mom’s grip, he glanced at me and I shrugged.  A look of shock and understanding came over him and he turned and left the house. After Demo left Mom went back to her seat beside Dad and we all sat in silence again for what would have been over two hours.

Later that night, Dad and Mom took Demo’s belongings to his father’s place. Mom later told me that they didn’t say what he did and that Dad warned his brother sternly to make sure Demo never comes close to his family again.

****

The next morning, Dad told me to get ready that there was a place we had to go to that morning. He didn’t tell me where we were going and I didn’t ask. Even when I saw that we were driving into the premises of the federal ministry of education, I still didn’t ask who we were coming to see. I just prayed fervently in my heart that Dad wasn’t about to send me to another boarding school. It was a surprise to me how much I hated boarding schools at that time considering I had always wanted to attend one.

Dad parked and together we walked to an office on the third floor of the building. The plaque on the door read, Director Education Supervisions.  Dad and I sat in the waiting corner beside the receptionist but when it was time for us to go in, he asked to me to wait behind.

He came out after about thirty minutes and said we were leaving. He didn’t say anything about what he discussed with the man he went to the office to meet and I couldn’t ask also.

****

That night Mom and Dad came into my room at about 1.30 am. I woke up immediately they entered. I sat up immediately rubbing my eyes. My heart was beating violently, for some strange reason I was afraid. Several thoughts went through my head. I thought of convents, boarding schools, going to the village to stay with grandma and before I could stop myself tears started rolling down my face.

I felt relieved when Dad drew me to him and started rubbing my hair, telling me it’s okay and he didn’t blame me for all that happened. The panic reduced. His voice had too much love and pain in it for him to cause me more unhappiness.

‘‘Bosola, don’t cry my dear please.’’ Mom said.

I wiped my tears off and watched as they sat on the bed.

‘‘First, we will like to apologise to you, we failed you as parents. We should have been more attentive, we should have protected you. We failed in our duties and we regret this so much.’’

I felt so much sadness at the pain in Dad’s voice and on his face too. I wanted to console him and tell him I was okay but I didn’t talk instead I kept staring at a birthmark on my exposed knee.

‘‘Bosola, we would like you to forgive us for this.’’ He added. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say anything and so I didn’t say anything.

‘‘Now Bosola’’, he said clearing his throat. ‘‘We have a question for you.’

I felt tears brimming to my eyes again.

‘‘Bosola, please we want you to talk to us as a daughter ……’’

‘‘Do you still feel a craving for sex?’’ Mom asked cutting in

‘‘Yes.’’ I replied

‘‘Ahhhhh, I am doomed.’’ Mom exclaimed placing her palms on her head

‘‘Nneoma, please get a hold of yourself. Bosola my dear, I understand why you feel that way.’’

‘‘I have not been myself ever since this happened and I have consulted a lot of people, I have searched for books that could help, I have even tried to see if there was any specialist that we could get you to talk to but unfortunately I wasn’t able to get anyone that offers that kind of services in the whole of this Lagos so I have come up with a solution or should I say suggestion.’’

‘‘Bosola, I think you should start using Condoms instead of pills.’’

‘‘What! How can you even suggest condoms to this little girl? Ehn, what manner of thinking is that, I told you this can’t be the way. She can always go for deliverance and with prayers and fasting she would be alright.’’

‘‘Nneoma, stop shouting. I have also told you that my daughter won’t be going for any deliverance. If you are so sure that praying and fasting will help then start doing it.’’

‘‘Bosola as I was saying, I would suggest that you try and limit yourself to just one male then you also need to take responsibility for yourself and start using condoms. Are you aware of what STDs and STIs ….’’

‘‘Oh Jesus, have mercy! Mom screamed. I can’t believe I am listening to this and I can’t believe you are advising your thirteen year old daughter to use Condoms and talking to her about STDs.’’

‘‘Woman, you need to compose yourself. What would you have me do? We have a crisis here. This thirteen year old you are talking about is already very sexually active, the least we can do is try our best to protect her’’

‘‘ Nsogbu Adiro’’, No Problem, do it your way.  Mom replied

‘‘Like I said Bosola, you need to be responsible for yourself. We will enrol you into any day school of your choice. You won’t go back to that god forsaken school.’’

‘‘Thanks Dad.’’ I replied

They both left the room after that. I couldn’t sleep for several minutes after they left, I told myself I should be ashamed that my parents knew I was having sex and were even talking about condoms but instead I felt relief.

*****

It was my brother Fikayo that showed me the newspaper about two weeks later. He gave me the paper and looked pointedly at me. He didn’t ask questions, he hadn’t asked any since I got back and I didn’t provide any explanations too. I smiled as I read the story and strangely wished I was there to see the look on the principal’s face as officers from the ministry of education locked the doors of the hostels and classrooms.

I however thought the headline was too mild.

Shocking: Ministry of Education withdraws School’s operating license on allegations of inappropriate behaviour of teachers.

I went into my room and read through the entire article; the words of the teachers and students interviewed and the responses of the Principal.

I smiled as I read imagining the principal running up and down in his Jalabia as they shut down the school, a perplexed look on his face.

When I was done reading, I thought of Yewande and wondered if she would be happy or disappointed that despite her words something happened as a result of my talking. Years later when I would meet her I would realise I needn’t have bothered about what she thought.

******

We met on the first day of NYSC CAMP in Lagos. I had greeted her warmly surprised and somewhat glad to meet her after so long. She instead had looked at me and said disinterestedly:

‘‘I hear you don’t have indiscriminate sex anymore, I still do and at least now you know that wayward girls also make it, we don’t all end up as drop outs with strings of abortions trailing behind.’’

One more thing, randy teachers also give birth to girls. I don’t know if you have heard but Mr Adisa is now married and has a daughter. You want to hear the most hilarious part, he named her Angela, isn’t that a perfect name for a prostitute? Hahahahaha….I won’t see you around girl.’’

And so she left, I didn’t even have a chance to reply her. I never saw her again after that first day of camp but later heard her name being mentioned as the girl that was dating the special assistant to the governor on youth affairs, she was said to be the girl who registered for camp but sleeps in a hotel.

THE END

 

Thank you all for being with me for the past Sixteen weeks. I am glad you didn’t make this journey lonely. God bless us all

Boarding Tales ~ Episode XV (Bosola’s Confessions)

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‘‘This whole drama needs to stop young lady.’’ Mr Adisa said giving me a stern look

‘‘Sir, I think we need to review the punishment in light of Bosola’s confession.’’ He added addressing the principal.

‘‘Adisa, wait a minute. That won’t be necessary, besides I think she was about to tell us something.’’

‘‘Young lady, you said you have something to say.’’

‘‘Yes sir, I do.’’

‘‘Sir, I don’t think you should still listen to this girl anymore. Don’t forget you still have to be in Ibadan today. I really don’t know what game she is playing but we don’t have time for this theatrics.’’

‘‘Mr Adisa, why don’t you let her talk? I am very interested in whatever she has to say.’’ Mom said

‘‘Nneoma, leave it alone. Whatever it is she can tell us on the way home.’’ Dad replied

The principal cleared his throat noisily.

‘‘Bosola Adesegun, I have to be in Ibadan like Adisa said. We will talk about whatever you want to say when you get back from suspension.’’

‘‘I won’t be coming back to this school sir.’’

‘‘Oh yes you will my dear daughter. You are definitely coming back.’’ Dad replied.

Yewande and her Mom had remained silent all through. The principal stood up to leave and my parents and Yewande’s mom shook his hands.

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I had vowed never to talk to Yewande again but for some reason I felt like there were words to be exchanged.

I walked to her Mom’s car and as though she sensed I was coming came out of the car and leaned against it.

‘‘So what were you planning to say?’’ She asked

‘‘I was ready to talk about what this school really is. I wanted to tell the principal about how Mr Adisa sleeps with girls and how he encourages students dating.’’

‘‘And what did you think that would achieve?’’

‘‘I don’t know but I just get annoyed anytime he mentions how decent his school is.’’

Yewande laughed holding her sides.

‘‘And then what happens when he knows? He would close the school? He would sack Mr Adisa? You are so funny.’’

‘‘You think he won’t do that?’’

‘‘Bosola stop fighting battles you are bound to lose, just go on your suspension and come back to do Iye’s work.’’

‘‘Yewande, I am sorry I came to talk to you.’’ I said walking away. I blinked back the tears that blurred my vision telling myself over and over again how stupid I was to have changed my mind about talking to Yewande.

*****

We travelled in silence for about an hour before I summoned the courage to speak.

‘‘Dad, Mom, won’t you ask me what happened, won’t you ask me what I wanted to say in the principal’s office?’’

‘‘Bosola, what do you have to say. I said what do you have to say? You can still talk because I have not sunk my teeth into your flesh, biting until I can taste blood. The reason you are talking is because I haven’t picked a toilet broom to whip you until the evil spirits in …..’’

‘‘Mom, he had sex with me when I was nine years old.’’ I shouted interrupting her.

I watched her mouth open and blocked my ears at her shrilling screams of “who” who is the animal”, the car swerved dangerously as dad stopped the car.

‘‘What did you just say?’’ Dad said, his face a painful mask

I still don’t know what possessed me to talk the way I did, perhaps it was Mom’s self righteousness or the need to spill everything out that kept plaguing me.

‘‘Uncle Demola slept with me when I was nine.’’

‘‘Oh Jesus. Why did Demola do this to me ehn? How did I offend him?’’ Mom wailed placing her head in her laps.

‘‘Bosola, you said Demola raped you at nine. The same Demola, my brother’s son?’’ I nodded although it was more of a statement than a question.

He placed his head on the wheel. I watched them both. Mom sobbing into her laps, Dad with his head on the wheel. I didn’t feel any pity for them. There was more.

‘‘He didn’t just stop after that. It continued until the time Dad brought me here to boarding school.’’ With each word that I said Mom’s sobs became louder.

‘‘Bosola,’’ Dad said raising his head from the wheel. ‘‘I want you to tell me everything Demola ever did to you and I want you to also tell us what you wanted to tell the principal in there.’’

***

I was one of those little girls that everyone loved to carry and call the wife of their son, brother and sometimes themselves.

Uncle Demo loved me specially; He would always give me a huge portion of the meat Mom gave him for dinner.  Everyone called me his baby. He would help with my assignments, and even help with my household chores. I would stay in his room whenever Mom and Dad were out of the house.

I was Eight years old when he would play Shina Peters’ records and teach me some of the songs. He would read out stories from Hints and Better Lover magazines. He would ask if I understood what was happening in the stories and pinch my budding breasts. I would laugh at this. It was both painful and enjoyable being pinched like that. Other times he would tell me to put my hands in his trousers and help him rub his “kokoro”. That was what he called it then.

The first time I rubbed it for him, I got afraid when it began to swell and asked if it pained him or if it would burst like a boil. He had thrown back his head and laughed for a few minutes. When he was done laughing, he nodded his eyes brimming with tears brought on by the laughter.

‘‘Bosola, it could burst and that’s why you have to help me. Just allow me to lie on you.’’ I was afraid and allowed him to lie on me. He made me promise not to tell anyone as it would make them panic. ‘‘They would think I am about to die.’’ He said.

We continued like that for a while. I would remove my clothes and he would lie on me, he would breathe heavily and I would mumble sorry afraid he was suffering from an illness and could die.

I never told anyone what Uncle Demo and I were doing, not when we finally had sex and not even when I was old enough to know the meaning of what we did. I had come to enjoy it and  looked forward to it.

*****

Mom continued to sob as I spoke but Dad kept looking at me, his face expressionless. His face betrayed nothing not even when I told him how Demo had given me birth control pills the day I told him I have started seeing my monthly flow.

I switched to talking about the school. I told them about Toluse, Mr Adisa and Iye. I described a little of the things that went on in the school. I used the expression Sodom and Gomorrah. It was only at that word that Dad’s eye twitched and his face fell as if he wanted to cry. The car became quiet once again as soon as I finished speaking. The silence was broken by Mom after several minutes.

‘‘Bosola, you would be going to church with me as soon as we get back to Lagos. You have to be delivered.’’

‘‘She won’t be going for any deliverance.’’

‘‘Fola why would you say that? This girl is being attacked by the evil one, she needs to be delivered.’’

‘‘Shut up Nneoma’’. Dad screamed. ‘‘Shut up this minute.’’

‘‘The issue here has nothing to do with evil spirits or good ones. The person who needs deliverance here is Demola and I am going to ensure he gets delivered to prison.’’

‘‘I remember I was against him living with us, but if I had said no then, your people would have said your Igbo wife is hostile.’’

‘‘Woman, that’s irrelevant right now. We have to find a way to get out of this situation. First we need to get to the town, spend the night there and leave for Lagos tomorrow morning. I will deal with Demola when we get home.’’

‘‘As for that school and Mr Adisa, They would hear from me. I mean what kind of a school puts a young man in charge of the female hostel?’’

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

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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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Boarding Tales ~ Episode XIII (Yewande’s Story)

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It was an assignment that had been given to me by the woman of the stream; Iya Stream as the students calls her. A woman all the students talked about but that few people had ever seen. I had met her early one morning while I walked back to the school through the usual foot path. It was a meeting I would never forget.

Here is how it happened……

 

I was walking down the length of the rock that fenced the hostel blocks when a rustling in the surrounding bush startled me. Someone walked out making my heart skip a beat. I looked at the person and was relieved to see it was a woman. A beautiful dark skinned woman who seemed to be about my mother’s age. She was dressed in a brown aso oke wrapper tied above the waist with a matching gele on her head. She carried a broken pot in her hands. I thought that was odd but proceeded to greet her genuflecting as I said e kaaro ma.

“Follow me” she said without acknowledging my greetings.

She turned towards the road that led to the stream and I followed her. I wanted to tell her I couldn’t follow her but somehow I found myself obeying her.

When we got to the stream she placed the broken pot in her arms on the floor and proceeded to remove her head tie.

She removed the wrapper, gele and her coral beads and was left with her underwear, a spaghetti strapped undergarment with pockets- the type worn by old grandmothers; the one they called agbeko.

 I thought it strange that a woman as young as her would wear such and watched on as she dipped her hands into the pockets and brought out all sorts of things – money, cowry shells, a straw sponge and black soap, pieces of dried grass and a black nylon which had a piece of white cloth tied to the mouth. My heart was beating very fast in fear as I watched her and I started praying earnestly that some students would come to the stream.

“Nobody will come to the stream until I’m done.” she said. Her voice made me jump in fright. How did she know what I was thinking? I thought immediately sweating profusely.

“Could this be Iya stream?” I wondered.

“No it can’t be.” I answered myself.

 Iya Stream was supposed to be old. That was the stories that went around the school.

“I’m the one you all call Iya Stream.” she said breaking into my thoughts. She was still busy arranging the items she brought out of her agbeko on the grass beside the stream.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” I asked my dread showing in my voice.

“How do you know when you are hungry?” She asked looking directly at me.

I didn’t answer and something about the way she looked at me told me I wasn’t supposed to answer just as she wasn’t supposed to answer the question I asked her.

“Come close” she said picking a calabash floating over the surface of the stream.

I was surprised to see the calabash especially as I hadn’t noticed it when we got there. Could that have appeared out of nowhere? I wondered. I immediately told myself that it must have been that I simply didn’t notice the calabash and that it wasn’t possible for something to appear all on its own.

“It wasn’t here when we got here.”

“Ma, what did you say?”

“Child, what did you hear?”

“You said something wasn’t here when we got here ma.”

“Yes, you were wondering if the calabash was here before we got here and I replied you that it wasn’t.”

I wanted to ask how it got there if it wasn’t there when we got to the stream but before I could speak she said;

“Don’t ask questions whose answers you wouldn’t understand.”

“Come here, take that sponge and soap” she said pointing to an out cropping beside her feet

“Take it and wash my back with it.”

“Ma?” I asked

“Child, do what you heard.” She snapped.

My heart still thumping wildly I picked the sponge and began to wash her back.

“You know I’ve been watching you for a while now, you are a very disobedient child. You are young yet very wayward.”

My heart beat went out of control at her words,

“Is she going to eat me?”

“Was she going to punish me for my waywardness?”

“Am I going to be sacrificed to some god?”  The thoughts ran wild in my head.

“No, I won’t harm you.” “Iye doesn’t harm anyone unless she has to.” She said once again reminding me she could read or hear my thoughts.

“I won’t harm you; the reason you are here is because I have a job for you. You are the perfect one for the job, there was someone doing it before now but she was part of the students that graduated to the senior school a few weeks back. Since she refused to pass on the job to someone else, I had to choose the person myself. I chose you.”

Ma, what assignment?

“Patience.” “You will know that soon.”

I continued to wash her back in silence and after a few minutes she collected the sponge and rinsed her body. I thought it odd that the only part of her body that was washed was her back and wondered if that was the assignment I would have to do.

“Oh my God”, I gasped inwardly. “Will I have to do this every morning?” I thought to myself

She burst into laughter and this time I knew her laughter was as a result of my thoughts.

“Of course washing my back isn’t the assignment I intend to give you.”

She tied her aso oke on the wet underwear, wore her beads and tied her gele. She picked the black nylon bag that had a white cloth tied around it. “Take this and keep very well. There are wheat grains inside it, once a week, spread those grains around the back of the female hostel.”

“Ma, what if they see me spreading the grains and what are the grains for?”

“No one will see you spreading them.” “As to what they are for, you would know that the first day you do it. You would understand in the still of the night. Take now and go back to your hostel.” she said pressing it into my hands.

She stepped into the water and disappeared into the mangrove trees that ran alongside the stream.

*****

As she said I would the  first day I spread the grains was the day I knew what spreading it meant and also the day I understood why we hear wailing and howling of a strange animal from time to time. The noise had woken me from sleep like everyone else. It was a sound that had always terrified me up until that night. It had been a while since we heard the sounds and at that moment I realised she had been right when she said one of the seniors that passed out used to do it for her.

The whole dormitory came awake in minutes. Chants of “Jesus” and “blood of Jesus” renting the air. Before that day, I had always joined in the chant even though I never believed that Jesus would listen to me, I believed my sins were too much for that to happen.

The noise was worse than ever that night; the wailing went on for close to two hours and after a while students huddled close to one another. The Muslims chanted in Arabic while the Christians too screamed Jesus. I lay on my bed unmoving wondering if I had spread more than I should and made a mental note to spread less the next time.

This was the assignment I was now to hand over to Bosola. Every month; I would go to the stream and collect fresh supplies of the grain. I would always think of asking her what it was that made the howling and if it was meant to scare us since it never seemed to harm anyone. But every time I opened my mouth to ask, she would place a finger on her lips and tell me not to ask the question on my mind. The assignment was another reason I was glad to be expelled.

*****

She was the one who told me I would be expelled before we even heard the news from Mr Adisa, she had appeared in my dreams during our siesta and told me to take any sweet thing from my cupboard, clasp it in my hands for a few minutes and give it to Bosola. I hadn’t been surprised that she mentioned Bosola’s name. I would have chosen her too as my successor if Iye had asked me. I had done like she said. Bosola didn’t know what she had on her hands yet I thought watching her sleep.

*****

The morning after Bosola’s first experience of the howling Wolf/Dog, I called her to my bunk to tell her about the mandate I had passed to her. It was a Sunday and I hadn’t gone to the school fellowship, Bosola didn’t go too and I realised that was one other thing that made her perfect for Iye’s Job. Although it wasn’t like the school’s fellowship would have gotten rid of whatever spirits it was that possessed her. The orthodox priest that presided was a member of the village’s Egungun festival planning committee. Iye had told me that.

She sat down on my bed and I proceeded to tell her about how I met Iye and the job she would do for her. Her response was surprising and yet unsurprising.

“I know already” she said. Iye and I spoke this morning in my dreams.”

“You did?” I asked incredulously

“Yes we did.” She said giving me a look of disgust before she stood up and left.

Boarding Tales ~ Episode XII (Yewande’s Story)

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“What’s he doing here?” I murmured thoughts of rape going through my head.

Yewande, egbe ni e o? Why are you screaming just because you saw a young boy like you?

“I didn’t expect that anyone else will be in and then he was hiding behind you and watching me so I got scared.”

“There is no need to get scared.” He said laughing

“Kole kilose e now?”

“Why are you acting like a small boy? I thought I trained you better.”

“I’m not a small boy uncle.” Kole replied pulling out his shirts from his shorts as if it that would prove he really wasn’t a small boy.

“Yewande relax, I’m leaving you with Kole. You people should talk and get to know yourselves. I won’t be back for the next three hours so feel free eh”. He added winking at us.

We would have such meetings every week in Mr Adisa’s room. We talked and did more than talking. We had enough time and we spent some of it exploring each other’s bodies.

After two months, Mr Adisa called us both for what he called a very important discussion.

******

“Kole Omokomo.” he hailed as soon as we all entered his room.

Kole smiled and took the hand Mr Adisa had raised to him in salute.

“So how far are you a man yet or are you still a boy?”

“Ah, uncle I can’t answer that question oo, I’m ashamed”

“Ode leleyi ooo”, he said slappin Kole on the back.

“Oya answer joor”

“Uncle I have always been a man o.”

“You know what I’m talking about or do you want me to ask her.” He said turning towards me.

My head was bowed in shame, I knew whatever he was talking about must have to do with what Kole and I did every Saturday afternoon.

“Ahhh, uncle don’t ask her ooo”

“Okay, oya answer.”

“We’ve not done it”

“Yeh, see this boy. O fe jo mi oooo.” He exclaimed putting his hands on his head.

“I have been training you but you have refused to learn. Ema wo bobo yi sha.”

“Uncle it’s not like that ooo. She is not ready; we want to wait till we are in S.S.1 or S.S.2”

By that time my head was already in my lap. I was too ashamed to even raise my head up so they went on talking about me like I wasn’t there.

Slacker niwo yi ooo. All your friends are men. Toluse, Kitan, Bafunto. All of them and see the kind of girl I even gave you.”

Eran agba lomo yi now, I just want to be nice that’s why I arranged her for you.”

“I know what to do sha, I will just give her to Toluse”

“Uncle please don’t do that oo, I will find a way around it. I promise.”

“Okay, I’m leaving now so you guys should take care of yourselves.”

Oya baby come and hug me.” he said pulling me by the hand.

I rose up reluctantly and hugged him. He planted a kiss firmly on my lips and left.

I rubbed my lips with my palm like I usually do every time he did it.

Kole and I didn’t talk to each other for over fifteen minutes after uncle Adisa left. When we started talking Kole told me that we had to do it or he would have to break up with me. I told him to give me time to think about it and that I would get back to him before the next weekend.

****

I stood in front of the boy’s hostel waiting. I had sent someone to call Kole out. He came out frowning, acting as if he was annoyed. I had thought about nothing else since we parted at Mr Adisa’s house the previous day.

I was curious about how doing it will feel. I also didn’t want Kole to break up with me. I had thought of how Aunty Shadia and the others used to cry out in pleasure. I reasoned that if doing it with a woman could bring that much pleasure, doing it with a man should even bring more pleasure.

Kole smiled immediately he read the note that I handed him. He hugged me saying ‘‘see you tonight, I will talk to Mr Adisa’’ and ran back to the hostel.

Few minutes after I got to the hostel, someone brought a package for me and said it was from Kole. I opened it and saw six pieces of Indomie and two shortbread biscuits. He had also added a note on which “Thank you my love” was boldly written. I sniffed the note and smiled as I perceived the scent of his body spray. ‘‘Enchanteur’’ I murmured.

*****

I was scared and my heart beat was faster than usual. It was time, a part of me wanted to change my mind but I was afraid of how Kole would feel. Mr Adisa was out of the school and had given Kole the keys to his room.

I wanted us to sleep and do it later during the night but Kole couldn’t sleep. He wanted us to do it and get over with it and so we did it with my hostel wear still on and the lights off. I didn’t want him to see me naked. It was nothing like I expected, I cried myself to sleep afterwards, I felt dirty and soiled but held on to the hope that it would get better with time and it did.

*****

I soon discovered that it could be pleasurable and couldn’t have enough. The day I did it with Mr Adisa was the day I realised that Kole was a small boy and I started treating him as such. It didn’t seem to bother him when it became a gist in the whole school that Mr Adisa was sleeping with me. I later understood why that was so. I discovered later that the boys did the tiresome job of deflowering small girls for Mr Adisa and then he takes over from where they stopped.

My relationship with uncle got so serious that I started believing that perhaps we could have more. I reasoned that since he wasn’t married we might even have a future and he might love me enough to wait for me.

I stopped dreaming in second term J.S.S2 when I realised I had too much competition to stand a chance. I liked him so much that just being one of many wasn’t enough for me. I decided it was best to break up with him and date guys closer to my age. He had warned me earlier that no one breaks up with him but I still went ahead. I wrote him a letter where I poured my heart out to him. I told him how I really wished we could have a future but that I had realised that I was just a girl that he sleeps with.

I told him that we never discuss or talk about meaningful things and that all we did was banging, banging and more banging. I felt like he would smile when he saw the word “banging”. It was a word that he had used severally when talking to me. It always made me think of a door that someone keeps hitting with a pebble.

I made up my mind that day that I wasn’t ever going to date any student. I had seen students sleeping with themselves at night after prep classes. There had been days when coming back from Mr Adisa’s quarters I would hear noises coming out of classrooms that should have been unoccupied at that time of the day. I would stand beside the window of the class, peer into the darkness. I wouldn’t see anyone but the creaking benches and the moans told the story of what was happening. I couldn’t imagine laying my back on a hard bench for anyone after I had been doing it on a soft bed. It only makes sense that I take it out of the school I decided.

Mr Adisa’s revenge came a week after I broke up with him. I had been unfortunate enough to be on the list of noise makers sent to his office. Every other person was told to cut grasses on the school field but I was the one who got twenty four lashes of the cane and still went on to cut grass. I took it stoically and laughed when my school mother advised me to report to my parents. What parents I thought? The mother that was probably in the Netherlands or God knows where else or would I report to the father that was dead or simply never existed?

****

After the beating, he let me be and made sure there was practically no communication between us. Word went round the school and I discovered I needn’t have worried about dating anyone in the school. No boy came near me; no one wanted to fall into Mr Adisa’s bad books.

I became the girl that sneaks out of the school every weekend, the one they had to suspend every now and then.

I’m glad it is all over now I thought listening to the deep breathing of the occupants of the dormitory. They had all gone to sleep, the howling Dog/Hyena or Wolf forgotten until the next time it pays its visit. I looked at Bosola as she slept on her bed. I grinned wondering how she would feel when she finally learns of her assignment, when she gets confronted with the mandate she had been given.

It was an assignment that had been given to me by the woman of the stream; Iya Stream as the students call her. A woman all the students talked about but that few people had ever seen. I had met her early one morning while I walked back to the school through the usual foot path. It was a meeting I would never forget.

Here is how it happened……

To be continued

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Boarding Tales ~Episode XI (Yewande’s Story)

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Yewande’s Story

I knew when the dog started howling. I also knew they would all wake and start their usual chants of “blood of Jesus’’. I wonder what makes them think that Jesus would listen to them. Sometimes I would also wonder why whatever it was that made the noise couldn’t barge into one of the dormitories and take one or two people. This was sin high school; the great citadel of sex, play and books all in that order, why would Jesus want to listen to anyone here I thought as I wrapped my snow white blanket tighter around me.

I hated the school and was somehow glad I was finally going to be expelled. I had told mum from the start that I didn’t want to attend a boarding school but she had insisted. I know it might be because of the day she caught me with the house maids but most times I prefer to think she just wanted to be rid of me.

It wasn’t like I had been doing anything that day, all I did was watch. I still can’t understand how that can be a crime.

Mom had travelled on one of her business trips, I think Dubai or Spain. Whenever she was not around the house became Aunt Shadia’s. We had four housemaids and Aunt Shadia was the head. That was another thing about Mom that I never understood, I didn’t understand why we needed four people to take care of just two of us. It was convenient for me to be honest, I never had to bother about washing plates, clothes, sweeping or any of those other arduous house chores.

So that day Aunt Shadia had gathered the other house helps into Mom’s room as was their practice whenever she was not around.  They had locked the door from the inside and warned me sternly to stay put in my room and watch MTV like I usually do.

I innocently nodded my head. I was Eleven yearsold but I wasn’t blind, neither was I stupid. I had been curious about what it was that they did in the room for hours and had satisfied my curiosity on one occasion. I had been alarmed and intrigued at the same time by what I saw.

I had peeped through the key hole that day and saw all four of them stark naked. Two of them had been spread-eagled on mum’s double bed another two were kneeling between the legs of the girls on the bed. I had been shocked, I didn’t fully understand what it was they were doing but knew even then that whatever it was, it was something mummy must not know about.

On the day we all got caught, they had gone inside the room as usual and I had also gone to watch. I was probably too engrossed in what I was watching to hear Mom walk towards me. It wasn’t until I was shoved aside that I realised she was beside me. I placed a palm on my mouth and moved backwards. What’s she doing here, I gasped. Aunty Shadia is dead I thought as I watched her place an eye over the key hole.

After what seemed like an eternity, she banged furiously over the door.

‘‘Shadia, Titi, Mojoyin, Shade e ko ara yin bo sita’’

I rested my back against the wall and watched as Mom paced the corridor. I glanced at the door of the room wishing they would be lucky enough to have disappearing powers and not have to face her.

They walked out in a single file and stood by the wall head bowed. I was scared wondering if mum was going to punish me along with them.

‘‘Shadia,Titi,Mojoyin, Shade go inside and pack your stuffs. You are leaving my house today.” she said already dialling a number.

They all fell on their knees and started pleading. ‘‘Sorry ma, it was the devil, we didn’t know what came over us.’’ They went on and on begging her in the name of all the deities on earth. Mom was unyielding, she placed a call to their agent and told them the helps he got her have done an act she cannot forgive and so she wanted them out. He told the man they will be outside the gate.

‘‘What are you people still waiting for?’’ she bellowed. ‘‘Oh you want me to call the security man to throw you out ehn?’’  ‘‘Eyin omo irankiran, so you people want to influence my daughter abi? I won’t allow that, anyway I’m going to the kitchen to get a drink; I must not meet you here when I get back.’’

****

By evening all the helps had gone and that was when Mom called me into the living room for a talk. She said she has decided I should go to a boarding school, she added that she had information about a good one and that it would be convenient for both of us.

‘‘I don’t want to leave you with house helps again and you know my business requires that I travel frequently. I promise I would check you from time to time.’’

‘‘Mummy, I don’t want to go to boarding school.’’

‘‘Of course you don’t want to, you would prefer watching err err stuffs like the one you were watching this afternoon and before I know it you would join them. There is no discussion about this, you are going to boarding school and that’s final.’’

I had watched as she stood up and left for her room wondering for perhaps the hundredth time what it would have been like to have a father. That was another topic mum would always bully me on. My father was dead and I had to accept it like that. There was no need to see his pictures or any of his relatives, he was simply dead.

 Like everything else that concerned me I had to do Mom’s wish and that was how I got to boarding school. I wasn’t surprised to realise mum didn’t mean it when she said she would visit regularly, neither was I too surprised when she suggested I spend my holidays in school as she was out of town. By the time I was in J.S.S2 she decided I was old enough to stay on my own if she wasn’t around. I never missed her much anyway; we just didn’t have the mother-daughter relationship.

To my many suspensions, she would place a call to the principal and apologise for whatever I had done, she would make promises on my behalf that I would be a better person by the time I come back. I would get home and if she was around, we would never get around to talking about my crime. She just didn’t want to know the details so long as I promise to change my ways. Perhaps Mom did not want to be a hypocrite. You don’t condemn a child for doing something she knows you also do. That was my belief although I wouldn’t have dared to say such to her.

****

I didn’t start out as wayward girl in boarding school. I had gotten to the school with the thoughts of attending classes, reading and making friends. Mr Adisa changed that vision for me. I met him the first day I resumed. He was the one that received us; he assured my mum they were going to take very good care of me. Mum was impressed and even showed it by handing some naira notes to Mr Adisa.

In the days that followed, he would call me his baby, his pet. He would tell the seniors to treat me well that I am his dark and lovely.

The day I would move from pet to lover, he had come to the hostel very early on a Saturday morning and asked that I and another senior follow him to the assembly hall.

We got there and he said we should sit beside him, one on his left, and the other on his right.

He then brought out a bottle of Calypso and Fanta from the small bag he had been carrying and asked that we drink.

‘‘There is no cup sir’’, I had said and he laughed saying ‘‘can’t you kiss me?’’

‘‘I want both of you to kiss me o so we will all drink from this bottle.’’

He poured some Fanta into the half empty bottle of Calypso, shook the mixture and drank some. When he was through he handed the bottle to Chiamaka the other girl.

‘‘Uncle, you have started o, I have told you I don’t like alcohol.”

‘‘Iwo wo, Orobo, Orobo mi o’’, he exclaimed poking the girl in the ribs, I watched in astonishment as she giggled softly slapping Mr Adisa on the wrists.

I watched on as she drank from the bottle and passed it to me.

‘‘I’m not drinking sir’’, I said my voice shaking.

‘‘Okay no problems if you don’t want to drink.’’

‘‘I want you both to escort me to the admin block over there. I’m going back to the staff quarters but you guys will escort me to the admin block and turn back.’’

We both stood up and followed him, some few yards to the admin block, he stopped and turning to Chiamaka he told her to call the hostel prefect girl for him.

‘‘Okay sir’’, she had said turning back immediately.

‘‘Let’s go Yewande’’ he said putting my palm in his.

I walked on with him, I wanted to say something after we passed the admin block and turned to the bush path that led to the staff quarters but for some reason the words came out silent. I saw the staff quarters ahead but we kept going and still I kept quiet, not a word even when we entered Mr Adisa’s sitting room and he told me to sit on a chair. He entered the room and came out after about ten minutes. It was when he came out that I found my voice and started screaming alarmed at what I saw.

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Boarding Tales (Episode X)

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“Take them to the bathroom and search them” Mr Adisa ordered after searching Yewande’s stuff for over thirty minutes and not finding any of the missing items.

“Slappy must be pissing in her pants from ecstatic joy”. I thought looking at the wide grin on her face.

*****

There was no way I was going to allow Slappy and her friends humiliate me in the smelly bathroom. I may be down but I still felt the need to hold my head high.

In a split second that was too short for anyone to react, I slipped my dress off and stood naked except for my pant and bra. I looked at Mr Adisa’s face and almost chuckled at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he stared unabashedly at my body.

I made as if to remove my panties but a junior girl rushed down from her bunk and hugged me, shielding my body with hers.

“Bosola, please don’t do that, there is enough damage done already, please don’t.”

I felt a tug on my heart as I looked into her face; Feyisayo my first friend in the school, the one who had abandoned me after my escapade at the stream.

Her action released Mr Adisa from his transfixed state and clearing his throat he finally found his voice.

“Dress up, young lady.” he said averting his eyes.

Yeye, I thought, after he has already memorised every contour of my body, why bother to avert his eyes now.

I pulled the dress back on and bringing it down, I caught Yewande’s eyes, there was a gleam of amusement in her eyes and she winked at me. I shrugged inwardly wondering what that was for.

“Seeke, pat the other girl down.” Mr Adisa instructed.

A sulky Slappy went to Yewande and patted her down.

“She is clean.” Seeke said.

“Ladies, do you want this done the easy way or do I have to beat the truth out of you both?”

I smirked, the efficient Mr Adisa was back, he had been able to tuck the lecher back into the corner where he hid and brought it out whenever it was necessary.

“Sir, it is true that we spent the night with those guys but we didn’t take anything from them.” I replied

The room buzzed in excitement at my words, I looked around and saw that almost all the girls in the school had somehow found their way into my dormitory. I couldn’t blame them, it wasn’t everyday that you get to watch a real life drama free of charge.

“Those guys will be in this school on Monday morning, if by then you girls haven’t confessed as to the whereabouts of those items, I would hand you both over to the policemen that will come with them.”

“In the mean time, I’m calling your parents as soon as I get back to the office; they have to be here on Monday morning.”

I felt a pain go through my heart, I thought of how my mum would wail, how she would ask the seven elders of heaven why they allowed her to be saddled with a Jezebel re-incarnate. I thought of how she would remind Jesus how she had served him all the days of her life and how she wishes he would take me away. I could see her writhing on the floor in my mind’s eye.

“Take her away lord, take her or change her. Elohim, don’t make me kill this child by myself.”

I thought of my dad’s reaction too and decided he would be disappointed. However, he will recover faster than my mum would and start the process of getting me into another school that had “disciplined” teachers and students.

Ishhh, I sighed watching Mr Adisa as he stormed away.

I climbed my bunk to sleep but woke immediately the breakfast bell rang. Nothing will stop me from eating not even the thought of possible expulsion. Yewande joined me midway to the dining room and held my hand. I thought of snatching it away conscious of the several eyes that trailed us but decided it was better we stuck together, partners in crime that we were.

*****

The rest of the day went on uneventfully until another shrill bell went off midway into our siesta. My heart rippled in alarm and I wondered if the guys had decided to show up before Monday. The bell ringer announced that all students were to report at the assembly ground immediately.

“Here comes the shaming of a thief” I thought.

I walked to Yewande’s bunk and once again we linked hands and walked together to the assembly hall.

Since it was an informal assembly, there was no need to line up according to our classes, so I stayed behind Yewande.

We all kept quiet at Mr Adisa’s signal, he announced that the principal was on his way and there should be absolute silence.

My heart lurched in trepidation, the principal yet again; I took deep breaths trying to brace myself for what was to come.

The principal entered the assembly hall few minutes later flanked by some old men and women.

This can’t have anything to do with our crime I thought.

He climbed the hall platform and after greeting the students, he announced that the Iyalode and Olu Awo of the town would like to speak to us all.

“Iya Pupa”, someone in the next line whispered. “It has to be Iya Pupa.” The girl added

The Olu Awo addressed us and after greeting and commending us for being well behaved he announced that the masquerade festival had been slated for the coming week.

“Iya Pupa is coming out this coming week. As most of you will know, there are certain regulations that govern her outing. No woman in this town must have the same hairstyle with her. We do not know what her hairstyle will be so we will advise that you all leave your hair undone.”

Everyone started talking at the same time, I looked at Yewande confused but she simply shrugged and smiled.

“Take this” she said handing me a lollipop.

“Thanks.” I replied unwrapping it and popping it into my mouth immediately.

Quiet everyone, Mr Adisa bellowed. The hall went silent at his command and once again I wondered how he does it. It was always a mystery to me how he could be firm and irresponsible whenever it suited him.

“Also, there will be no movement in and out of the town in the coming week. The Olu Awo added.”

I looked at Yewande again, a smile curving my lips, she looked back and winked.

“No man or animal must enter or leave the village for the next one week. Thank you my dear students, I will like to assure you once again that you are all safe here.” The Olu Awo said concluding his address.

One week of grace I thought. It occurred to me that the guys might not see a reason to still come to the school after one week and I felt my heart lurch with hope.

The principal addressed us and we all dispersed afterwards. Everyone including me started undoing their hair while still on the way to the hostel, all except Yewande.

****

We were still on our way back when a junior boy told us that Mr Adisa wanted to see us both in the assembly hall.

We went back and saw him sitting on one of the chairs placed on the raised platform. Toluse was standing beside him and I felt my feet drag in shame.

There were two seats in front of him and he asked us to sit. I tried to meet Toluse’s eyes but he was determined not to meet mine. His expression was unreadable.

Okay, there goes my first relationship here, I decided shrugging.

“Listen both of you”, Mr Adisa started clearing his throat

“The principal had directed that I should still call your parents and tell them to come on the next Monday after the Masquerade festival.”

“I’m going to the office to prepare your letters once I leave here.”

“Yewande, you will be expelled because yours has been a repeat offence. Bosola you would be suspended for three weeks because you are a first time offender.”

“Are you girls okay with that?” He asked.

Yewande shrugged like she couldn’t be bothered but I kept mute,

“Anyway, it’s okay. You can both leave now.”

“I’m so sorry” I said as we walked back to the hostel.

“It’s no problem; there will always be another school. I won’t miss this school though. So many twisted things happened to me here. But I have handed over to you; I’ve given you my mandate so I’m happy”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry you would understand when I’m gone.”

****

The time was 1.00am; I woke up with a start and wondered what it was that woke me. I rubbed at my eyes and saw the light of the room was on; it was as if everyone was chanting in their sleep. I tried to listen to what they were saying;

“Blood of Jesus, Blood of Jesus”

Why are they all mumbling blood of Jesus? I asked myself even as the answer rang loudly in the night.  A wail, a growl and then an unnatural and non human cry, it seemed like that of a dog but I was shocked that a dog could make such a sound. A great fear enveloped me and I immediately murmured “Chukwu biko zoba’m”. God please protect me.

The murmurs had turned to a scream by then and they would go down as soon as the wailing went down only to come up as soon as the wailing starts again. I joined the chants too and glanced at Yewande’s bed. She was still and wrapped from head to toe in white. It wasn’t the first time I would notice her pure white blanket but something about it scared me that night.

The wailing finally stopped about half an hour later and everyone relaxed with some going back to sleep. I couldn’t sleep and lay there with the dread still in me. I started wondering if it would have been better to have been expelled after all.

“She is the one” I heard suddenly, the voice belonged to my bunk mate

“Haa, it might be Iya Pupa oo” the second voice said. They were both on my bunk mate’s bed whispering.

“No it’s not Iya pupa, it’s her. Iya Pupa’s stuff does not reach the school and besides you know this wailing thing happens even when Iya Pupa’s masquerade is not coming out.”

“You may be right though because this wailing does not happen when that girl is on suspension or out of the school.”

“Ehn ehn, you see now”

“I heard she is being expelled though, I can’t wait. Aje Oshi.” Useless witch.

I pulled my wrapper tighter wondering if it could be true that Yewande was a witch and was responsible for the wailings. I looked back at her bunk, her blanket was still over her head and it was as if she hadn’t moved at all since the last time I glanced at her. Everyone in the room had woken up except her; every one’s hair had been undone except hers.

“Hmm”, I sighed my mind racing wildly. Winks, shrugs, that unruffled stance, the I don’t give a damn attitude, the hair that wasn’t loosened. Hmm, I sighed yet again

 Two sentences jumped into my head, bringing a massive head ache with them.

“Take this”

…….”But I have handed over to you; I’ve given you my mandate so I’m happy”

“Lollipop, mandate” I whispered aloud suddenly remembering the stories of witchcraft being transferred through sweets and biscuits.

I am already a prostitute and a thief I thought remembering the books and the =N= 2,000 I had hidden under my bunk mate’s mattress. “Why had I even done that?” I asked myself for the umpteenth time since we left the guys’ apartment.

Bosola the Prostitute, Thief and perhaps Witch I thought a shiver going through me. I would gladly prefer to remain just prostitute and thief but the witchcraft part scared me.

Perhaps I’m scared for no reason I thought. She said I would understand when she leaves; perhaps I really will I concluded allowing sleep to take the reins.

 

Thanks for bearing with me, reading and sharing these series ever since the first episode.  This will be the end of  Bosola’s boarding tales. Yewande’s story will start soon. Thank you so much, I appreciate you. Chukwu Gozie gi. God bless you.

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