My Life

Chapter two

Dotun’s POV

I am from Ekiti and I have lived there for the first ten years, I come from a dysfunctional family, Dad has long gone his own way, he has re-married for about two times now and yet he doesn't even live with any woman now, mum was left with the duty of raising us but she wasn't so good at that also, sometimes I don’t know if she is my mother or not, she can leave the house for two weeks straight and not even look back to check on us, I have three sisters and 2 brothers and that is just the children born by my mother if am to count my father’s children then we will be up to fifteen that I know of, not that my dad is rich but he makes enough to womanize and impregnate as he wishes, I hardly talk, I mostly just observe and listen to others talk, my sisters says am too kind and that people usually take advantage of me due to my kind nature, I believe they are right but most times I can’t help it, when I see someone in need of something and I think I can help, I help even if they are taking advantage of me indeed. My life has not been a glamorous one but I get by day by day with the help of God and friends, God really blessed me with good friends, well bad ones too but the good outweighs the bad, sometimes I almost get into trouble from the influence of my bad friends but my good friends always bring me back on track. mum sent me to a secondary at Oyo so it was a boarding school, it was a mixed school, girls and boys attended this school.

When I first got to this school as a fresh man or rather boy you have some certain obligation to your seniors, there is this general believe in boarding school that junior students especially fresh ones are there to serve the seniors and seniors treat you as such, some will even go as far as asking you to wear their shoes for them or tie their shoe laces, I always wondered if they were not thought how to tie shoe laces or its just one of their pathetic ways of frustrating a junior student, been a junior was hard but the experiences shape juniors into become a senior like those we despised, I remember one fateful day we had just gotten back from dinning at night and as usual seniors removed the meat on our foods, I and Wale who was my friend then came into the hostel already pissed at this fact when one of the seniors beckoned on us we went there grudgingly and senior Yemi asked us to go fetch water from the well, who fetches water from the well at night? Forget it man, I just walked out on him and the next thing I know, his hand was flying across my face giving me a very hard slapped, I knew I was an easy target because my parents were not rich enough to buy me an Ajebo status, Ajebo is what we call the rich kids, but I was done taking this rubbish from a so called senior and so I slapped him back and this led to a serious fight between the two of us, I poured out all my pent up anger on him and I was beating him mercilessly before some other senior came to carry me off of him, he was a piece of cake for me because I grew up on the street fending for myself most of the time.

The other senior did not care about the cause of the fight but quickly came to the conclusion that I am a rude boy who needs to be taught a good lesson and so with this singular act I bought myself a pack of trouble but I also resolved within myself not to take this lying down, so as many times as the seniors try to intimidate me with unreasonable work load, I also returned the favour by been rude, after all I had been tagged RUDE, so why not live up to my name then, so I was known as the rude boy in school and I was described as such by both seniors and juniors alike, this however did not affect my academic performance in any way, I was one of the best in my class and soon became friends with one of the tough girls in class, she is a smart girl and quite intelligent but very stubborn, she acts like a tom boy and this fascinated me about her, she makes friends with boys more than she does with girls, her name is Ire.