Writers they say, have great minds and born serial killers, but I always doubted that....... I was incredibly lazy, funniest part was that I could scribble stuff down and everyone probably loved it because they always teased me about it, I loved writing as far as I could remember, the pages of my notebook back then were filled with comics and short stories to the delight of my playful friends, my mom always complained about it she'd yell at me cause she bought new books all the time, unlike her my dad was the opposite he didn't care as long as I did what made me happy, that was probably part of the reason I liked my dad more than more which later changed. Basically any book I saw book I saw I always scribbled on it, it became a part of me and I grew up with that habit,my brother on the hand loved drawing comics so I help him with the script writing it meant everything to us back then, everything became memories the older we grew, I remember those moments at times but it was all in the past and I knew I had to face reality; go to the university, graduate, get a good job, then take care of my parents because they took care of me, I understood the theory but I felt it was sadistic and irrelevant but that was was how life worked.
I grew up in a small town in Lagos, the mentality there was much the most important one was to get the "huge stacks of paper" those street boys called it "Muller" either ways I knew I just had to make those huge stacks. I finished my primary school education early,my school mates stopped talking to me for a while probably they saw it as a betrayal or weird I didn't know back then cause I also don't want to associate with primary school" kids" I was a class ahead of them yet we were age mates but I really didn't care , everyone has Thier life to live, I went to a government secondary school luckily for me I didn't retake a single class, I left finished school at the young age of 14
"Okay, wait ...... What? The woman looked at me like I just cooked up a big fat lie but I didn't budge I remained a straight face
" Yes ma'am, 14" I sounded confident yet I secretly counted the years in my head
The woman smiled at me , it did ease the tension in the room
" Well how did you deal with the struggles I mean what age did you start then?
"I started secondary school at the age of 8"
"I don't think that's acceptable, I thought secondary school kids start at the age of 10" she looked at me keenly but I remained a cold face
" I don't know I just school" I replied her
"How did you deal with the emotions, I mean it couldn't have been with bullies around"
"My brothers went there so I was well protected" I smirked it gradually turned into a smile " we were quite close, they did everything for me"
"That's a very tight bond" she smiled and I guessed I probably reminded her of something but she didn't say anything
" You said you had troubles making friends"
"Didn't you have friends back in secondary school" the woman raised an eyebrow
"I did have a friend but she betrayed me so I lost interest in making friends"
"What kind of betrayal?
" She stole my pen, the following day I saw it in her bag"
" We're you searching her bag?
"No I don't really remember but I think she left her bag open I happen to see it"
" What class were you then?
"Jss 2"
The woman looked at me, she removed her eye glasses then intertwined her fingers together on the table
"So you decided that that was enough reason to call it betrayal"
" I don't know....... But stabbed me in the back"
" Look these are normal things that happen in school especially secondary school "she spoke calmly and her voice was soothing
Agatha shrugged her shoulders , she didn't come here for explanations. She wanted to stand up but someone knocked at the door
"Come in" the woman answered
A young looking man entered the office, from the way he dressed he looked like some sports person.
"Good afternoon ma" he greeted the woman and waved at her but she ignored him
"I think it's time for my therapy session"
The woman looked at the wall clock and sighed abruptly.
"I guess we lost track of time, we'll continue from where we stopped next week, I'd be looking forward to see you" she stood up and the guy sat down almost immediately.
She looked at him with those cold browzn eyes
Then left the room
" I guess you are just coming from the gym" she heard as she shut the door behind her
It was a 30 minutes session.
The session wasn't helping her yet she had to come because she could prove to the school that was was okay and her mental health was stable.
She went outside and building and felt the harmattan breeze across her face her lips were becoming dry and her throat dryer.
She took out a lip balm from her hand bag well she will deal with the water issue later
She knew she'd have to take a long walk to the bus stop before she could see a cheap bus, she smiled at the thought of it well she had to save for a rainy day, she walked alone on the lonely road, she thought of the harmattan it reminded a lot about her childhood, she cherished those times where they rubbed Vaseline on Thier mouth to avoid it getting peeled off, they always bathed with hot water with her brothers all of that was gone , she was alone in her own little lives, she realized they all had Thier lives to live, she felt like she was being separated from her brothers, they did attend same secondary school but live after that was different. Damn she felt lonely, she thought about what her therapist said;she probably needed a friend but the thought irritated her so he cut it off, she was fine on her own .
Friends always betray eventually. She made her way to the bus stop but they were no vehicles available, she stood for a while , eventually a bus came but people rushed to get it, luckily she got a seat at the back but she wasn't comfortable, she adjusted quite a number of times but a woman noticed her,
"U get luck say you see chance sit down, u for stand under sun"
But she didn't reply she turned her face away looking at the side views
When she got the junction, she alighted and headed towards her hostel
She had lectures tomorrow
And the pattern continues like that, on an on till she graduates.
