Beautiful Boy

Aje.(The meeting)

you look...she said staring into my eyes.i knew she was at it again..she was one of my three sisters who would never stop to talk about my looks ...they were proud of me of course or at least happy that their little brother is different from the typical African. first I had blue eyes and that is something I feel more ashamed than pleased to talk about...they say I am from the sea and termed me ogbanje.my mom was the only one who saw things differently.she taught I was sick, terribly sick and forced me along with her every Friday for prayers.

I raised my face and glanced at my sister again hoping she would change topic.she raised her finger and I knew what to expect.. she slightly touched my nose and before I knew it the usual slight touch turned into a merciless drag..I got the message...

I picked up my school bag and rushed out for school..I had a slim body type so not eating breakfast and running to school was not a task..

i got to school and being the first day of a new session everyone was outside for inspection. danny walked over to where I was standing and after 30 minutes of talking like two grown up men exchanging pleasantries he told me that we had a meeting after school..I got agape and he turned about to walk away..I managed to scream "time?". he yelled back "normal"...the whole happiness in me was gone...why would they fix it by 6;00..

I was sad not because of the time but because of the meeting itself. I am a member of the Aje fraternity but don't get it twisted I only joined few months ago.i am still a novice and my membership was not by choice..that is just what comes with being too pretty..too muscular or too intelligent.

I got to the class late and I was punished with unending stares from my classmate...the teachers came and talked as usual and being the too intelligent type class was still not a task.

I always got straight a"s and whenever I didn't I would do the necessary corrections on my report card before going home..I knew this time it would be different the examinations would be external.

After school I waited and when it was time we were gathered for the supposed meeting..my best friend was head in this group so I had a few advantages...I did not go through the body shaming practices during initiation and today I taught I could sleep in a cult meeting..

Nemesis caught up on me and danny my best friend said I would have to take the seats back to the classroom after meeting and everyone agreed to that.

I knew in my case it would be something different and the returning of chiars would turn into some serious jury case.everything about me is just that way:different.

when it was over everyone went home and I stayed back..I could barely remember anything from the meeting except the last word of the group head as he called out my name "Ebenezer" loudly stressing the second syllable wrongly..and continued "do your thing".

Now I stared right under my nose and there were 35 plastic chiars staring back at me.

I did the math and packed the chiars in sevens..I was fast enough and in 1o minutes I had gone four times. I took the last seven and on getting to my class the "difference" happened. I was about dropping the chiars when the school accountant came in. she was staring at me but this time not with a smile.

she asked me thirteen different questions at once and I didn't say a word..

she kicked her leg against one of the chiars and am certain the pain was terrible..she leaped to the door and said see me in my office tomorrow...first thing