Don't Judge Me (Under Major Editing).

maamah chapter one.

make love not war by Jason derulo

Well hello guys! I am really new at this wattpad story writing and this is my very first book.i hope it will be enjoyed and i look forward to your comments at the comment box.. Mind you! This story is based on belief and just for fun! Love ya'll xoxo

Seated at my classroom in college thinking about my life and all the things i went through and been through throughout my years since childhood. My childhood was a normal one just like any African child. I am the third child of my parents and the last girl at my mum side. My dad is a polygamist, he has two wives and nine children all in all, our house is situated at a small town with a population of not more than two thousand people. My father, a nurse and my mother is a senior staff at an all girls secondary school. well life isn't hard for us because my parents are well to do and we got each other's back just like a typical African home.. We are disciplined to the fullest and we are also given the best education our parents could offer. My immediate sister and i were always on each others neck because she is one hell of a trouble maker and she loves to pick on me, and my older brother Adam on the other hand is my best friend, he is someone i can share almost everything with, be it my problems or just a suggestion. and he always stand for me in school when some assholes try to bully me and stuffs like that, he is my most favorite person in the whole world.
"Maamah! " i was pulled out of my little fantasy world by my friend and sweetheart Meenah, who has been my friend from the first day i set my foot in this God forsaken University and i must admit she is truly more than a friend to me, she is more like a sister from another mother.
"When will you ever stop zoning out in class?" she scolds, well i guess when the lecturer stops being boring! and teach us something reasonable! I responded sweetly while battling my eyes at her. she licks her teeth from anger. She looks at me while i keep Staring in air, ignoring her completely. She pokes my forehead and that sure hurts like a bitch. I turned and looked at her with angered expression and she just smiled sheepishly making me extremely angry. I just stood up and left the class not giving a care in the world that the lecturer is standing in front of the class, giving me death glares. She followed immediately ignoring the lecturer and his empty threats about us having to resit the class again. She caught up with me and i can see the annoyance in her eyes. "maamah what the F is wrong with you girl? Or you think i haven't been observing you lately? You have been behaving strangely these days" and she looks at me intently and asked the most ridiculous question ever "maamah tell me or are you pregnant?" i bursted out laughing. You are crazy babe!
Amina is really a fun and Caring type of person who can literally read me like a book and i can tell she is really worried about my current annoying phase. she knows me so well but she is still finding it hard to climb over my walls that I've spent the better part of my life building up. I dont even know how to tell her about my complicated life! do I even need to? I am very bubbly and I am full of energy, always ready to listen to everybody's problem and give them the best advice I can give for my age. I am just a 23 years old girl who had been through hell and back in her small years of existence, alot of people think im the best person to come to when they are down or when they are facing all sort of issues because they feel I dont have problems of my own, because I'm a very good listener and lets just say I'm the life of the party, if you know what i mean. i just wished they knew! Now I know what psychologist mean when they said "damaged people give the best advices". Gosh i am a loser ..i just smiled and told her "amina will you quit worrying about me? I'm good! i think my period is coming that's why I get series of mood swings!" i smiled genuinely to ease her worries. she doesn't know anything about me because i am a really secretive person and she understands and never really pressed me about telling her anything about me which i really appreciate. so she only knows what I allow her to know about me. and I kind of feel bad because she deserves to know everything and anything about me. but that's the problem with me, I feel like telling people my problems is like I'm bothering them, even though I know alot of people will be more than ready to listen to me, but you just dont know who to tell your problems to because everyone has a demon they are battling and not everyone who promises to stay actually stays. "mamah are you sure?" she asks to make sure. "dude I said I'm fine, honestly, I guess this schools stress is taking its toll on me" I fake yawn trying to seem exhausted so that she can just drop the topic and let me be. she stares at me for the longest time before slowly nodding "well you can go to the hostel and get some rest but make sure you eat something before lying down!" she states "yes ma'am" I answered her while trying my best not to laugh at the suspicious looks she was giving me. I'm going back to class to get my things and at least write attendance for us. she said while walking away. ok dear see you at the hostel, I turn and let out a deep sigh. pretending to be ok Is actually the worst. I plug in my headphones and play love not war by Jason derulo on repeat and on high volume because sometimes when I'm lost and confused, music is my only companion and I find solace in the rhythms.

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I make my way to my hostel room ready to sleep the day away and not give a damn about anything happening in the world. my hostel is nothing to write home about, considering it's a public university in nigeria. it's a moderate sized room with four iron bunks which means two people a bunk with a terrazzo flooring and yes! we don't have a private toilet If that's what you think, we share the bathroom I.e a block of 12 rooms get to share three bathrooms and three toilets located at the end of the blocks of rooms. so you can guess the amount of war that goes on there on monday mornings. so in other not to make madam meenah angry, I decided to have cereal before taking a quick bath and i wear something more comfy because fat people like us dont like stressful clothings. I settled for shorts and a loose tank top as I lay on my bunk and wait for sleep to take over which thankfully it did and I didnt have to change position like two hundred times before finally falling asleep because the iron bunks are pure torture and sometimes the student mattresses add to the excruciating body pain when you wake up. I let sleep take over and hope that everything will be better when I wake up. or so I always hoped.

hello beautiful people, it's been so lonnnngggg and I just realized I have newer ideas for the whole book. so there are going to be lots of changes, and I would advice everyone to start reading from the beginning of the book. I really appreciate the patience and time you took to give me another chance to take a shot at this book again and I promise to be consistent this time. till next time lovelies

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