Weeks later and i haven’t gotten a positive reponse from Dami. I was in the class teaching SS3 Physics as usual when i noticed Kehinde was lying on her desk sleeping. “what is wrong with her?” i asked the class, “she is not feeling fine” the class chorused. I came to where she was seating, i taped her softly, she raised her head up and said “sir am not feeling fine” on hearing this i told them to take her to the sick bay.
“abi i don give dis girl belle” “but i think say she tell me say she go collect one liquid from her friend drink so belle no go come na” “so na like dis my service year end” “i go marry Yoruba girl wey i no plan to marry” “y i no use c*ondom dat day” “Kehinde papa and mama go use Yoruba juj*u kill me” “i don die b dat oh” all these tots where runing in my brain, almost tearing my head apart.
I wasn’t myself, throughout that day and even the next morning when……………….. I saw Kehinde’s Mother entering the sch compound with a frown on her face. I tot of jumping through the window of the class i was teaching, also jumping the fence of the sch, get home, pack my bags and leave Ilesa, for my own good.
“my daughter has Malaria, she is in the hospital” kehinde’s mum said to the principal. As i eavesdroped from the principal’s window my mind was now calm. “i think say kasala don burst oh” “God i thank u oh” i said as my lost breath came back.
As i tip-toed “wetin u go do there na?” Angom asked as he scared the living day light out out of me. “i go p*iss” i answered breathing fast, “but why u no use toilet na?” he asked again, “i no dey like to dey p*iss for toilet” i lied….
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