blurring the line

FEELING UNSPOKEN

FEELING UNSPOKEN

PRINCESS

It has been three weeks since I came back to school, and it wasn't easy. I woke up early, cleaned my house, and ensured I was hygienic before leaving for school at 9 o'clock. That's when the lectures begin, especially the General Studies (GST) classes. After class, my leg would lead me to this particular shop. I don't know why I always come back to the shop where I had a sad occurrence. Truth be told, I always wish to see my helper, the shop owner has made me her regular customer. I would finish lectures by two or three and head to the shop immediately. Sometimes, during the weekend, I would be there.

I wonder where that boy is. Doesn't he miss me? Did he only help me out of kindness? I'm beautiful, and guys usually fall for me. After waiting and finishing a carton of biscuits, I never felt this way before for a guy or acted this girly. hoping to see him, I realize he didn't show up.No wonder he never asked for my number. All he did was out of his kindness.

Leaving the shop feeling sad. The shop owner asks, "My daughter, are you going?" I respond, trying to hide my disappointment.

Mmm, haven't I bought enough from you? Do you want me to finish everything in your shop?" (I would say to myself).

"Yes, ma'am…

okay, bye-bye... take care of yourself." Strategies to get customers.

Wait! Is it that this boy didn't get the admission to study in this school? Sorry for him. Maybe that's what it is.

As time passes, I make two friends. I'm a social person, but I'm selective. I don't like having too many friends, especially those who think they're superior. As a med-surg student, I'm known as "acada" (brainy), and I'm respected.

However, the girls in my class giggle a lot and seem to be looking for someone rich. I don't like that. Nobody knows my background, and I prefer to keep it that way. I don't like showing off.

My two friends, Angel and Fred, are different and the best. Angel is beautiful, simple, and sometimes acts like a boy. Something that brought us together. We do everything together, she comes to my lodge and I do the same, I prefer the structure of her lodge building then mine and she prefers my room, she's really funny.

They don't know my background. I cover up a lot.

Fred is eye-catching., but our friendship started with a hot slap. He called me "baby" and "sweetheart," which I didn't appreciate. I thought he was one of those lechers in my class..

Well, it was his fault for calling me "hi baby, hello sweetheart." Can I talk to you?

Hmm, this boy is trying me. I said, walking out of the department. He followed suit.

Excuse me, please. Can I talk to you, sweetie?

" I slapped him because he called me sweetheart. "Feminine" I'm not cheap like those girls in there. Two. I was about to go to the shop to see if I would find my prince charming. The thought of not seeing him added to the slap. Really, a lot accomplished the slap to his cheek.

My God!" he shouted. Some students who saw the scene started making mockery sounds and exclamations. "Yeye... omo e show..." At that moment, I felt bad for my wrong attitude. He never retaliated. He apologized to me, even when I was at fault. He apologized and even returned my earring that fell off. I later apologized for my rude behavior and bought him ice cream as a peace offering.

He accepted it and was happy with what I bought to apologize. Well, does that at home anytime I annoy anyone in my house, excluding my dad? I do apologize with ice cream. We, the kids at home, apologize with ice cream (habit). From then, we became friends.

One day, I went to the shop early, and I saw someone who looked like the guy I was searching for. I debated with myself, wondering if it was really him or if I was hallucinating

Hmm... I turned. It was him. No, it wasn't him. I debated within myself. No... the same person I was looking at looked exactly like him. Don't blame me; I didn't master his whole feature. I was shy then.

Wait, I'm shy... Was i..because of a guy... hmm, not sure.

He looks like him. In this university, you see different faces that look alike. Don't confuse yourself, Princess. It's not him. You're just so tired. Go back to your lodge and rest. Too much garri can blind you. I laughed. thinking about battling with my mind.

About the garri effect…the flashback makes me chuckle.. back then

I dragged Angle to the market to buy garri, and she was hesitant. She didn't know how to price things, and I teased her. We ended up buying a lot of garri and carrying it back to my lodge. We drank it. The more u pour water into the garri the more it raise and was a chaotic and made a video, which we sent to Fred. He laughed at us, saying we were funny.

From then on, I continued to drink garri, making it my favorite appetizer. I'm not sure if it's affecting my sight, but I don't think it's him. If it were him, he would recognize me.

DESIRE

Since resuming school, I've found it difficult to adjust to hostel life. Some of the boys in my hostel look at me and my friends in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes, my stuff goes missing, and I've reported it to the hostel authorities, but they don't seem to care

...for you to bring down the pot of food from the stove. Next thing, bring spoon, food is done. The door will be kicked down, and they won't care until everything is done. Hmmm, what next? Ahh, obinaa, see how you spoil this door because of food.

They don't care if your face is red and bringing out smoke. since I can't eat my food, I've taken to cooking less often because I don't enjoy eating with all the commotion. Sometimes, I go to my cousin's lodge or buy snacks from the shop where I first met the girl I helped. I don't know why I keep going back, but I always seem to be disappointed.

I try to convince myself that I'm not going there to see her, but it's hard to deny. Teenage life is distracting, and I remember her cute face and stubborn attitude when I insisted on carrying her. Her dressing style, which is more like a tomboy, also catches my attention.

What? Desire, you really serious right now? Here I am thinking of a girl... looking at the shop woman as if I have won a lottery.

"Bro, are you okay?" "This one, you dey under sun, self dey look me as say you won chop me and dey smile..." The shop woman said.

"Am sorry, ma'am. I... I was thinking of what to buy..." "Ahh, Desire!! sorry... Please, Ma! Do you have Oxford groundnut cookies?"

"Yes, ehh, dey.

Ehhh?" I said

"I get am... make I bring how many?"

"Two hundred naira and one cold pineapple melon juice."

"Ok... commot from sun naa.. come sit down... na your first time here?"

"Thank you, ma. I stand because am leaving immediately." "Ok."

Her young daughter gave me my nylon of items, and I left.