Another day at school. Particularly, a new school. What the heck, who moves about like I do. Better still, like my mum do.
I truly don't know when next we are moving but mum always say it's the last time baby, I promise. I should be getting ready for school. A good name won't be bad or would it??
"Ozzy you know I want the best for you, I'd never hurt you ..." My mum says and I zoomed out into my world. I've heard enough of these words
"..... I love you baby, but you need to go to school" she finally finished
I'm guessing you'd say mum is so sweet and nice but that fake, way too fake.
A jean skirt and a white tee would do. I put on my black shoes. I almost forgot I needed a bag pack. It's not my fault I hate school.
"Mum I'm off to school" I say to her in Igbo. Yes, I'm a Nigerian
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"Hey baby girl, I'm not in Nigeria anymore. Yes, I know, you know how they can be. I'm off to school. I'm in the states. I miss you guys so much. Everything is so Yankee. I jus confuse sef. Love you" I send a voice note to my friend in Nigeria
I step into the school building and it's void of students, then it dawned on me that I really have left my hometown. At home, a school building is never, ever quite. They even have a map with direction, life is easy here. In Nigeria, you ask people, then get sarcastic replies until you meet a nice person that is willing to help.
"Good morning sir, I'm a new student from Nigeria obviously and I'd like to get my list of books or what do you call it here??" I say with a smile trying to be nice
"Oh, welcome to Grace High. Here is all you need. It states that you are science inclined, great. Your first lesson has already began 24 minutes ago." Mr Mike replied. Does he use his nose to talk? He is bald, I really feel like rubbing it with my coconut oil.
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"Hey brown skin" the hell?
"It's Ozzy, what do you want?" I give him a glare.
"Slow down girl, the map is meant to be on the wall and not in your hands. I am the school monitor and I don't tolerate that" He puff his chest up like he has any, pfft.
"I am the school blah blah blah, follow me and when I get to my class, I'd give it to you and you'd put it back on the wall 'where it belongs'" I say and immediately starts walking.
I'm here for trouble. Well, trouble has a thing for me after all. I get to the class and hand him the map
"Good Morning Ma'am, I'm the new student from Nigeria" I give a bright smile. Wish I was in cartoon world were my teeth would reflect light.
"I'm Mrs Puff, I'm going to be taking you Chemistry as you already know. Introduce yourself dear"
"I'm Ozioma Adeyemi, Ozzy for short. I'm a Nigerian and I'd be attending this school" I smile at them. It's either they behave or I teach them to.
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I leave school immediately I hear the bell ring, I wave Sophia and Phebe off. Well, they are the only ones I could talk to without a my shooting glares.
Phebe is an African American and the rest of the school looks at my hair like it's weird. I did a protective hairstyle, called African threading because my hair is a type 4c bitches. I didn't ask for it.
"How was school? Hope you weren't bullied? Hope school has actually closed? It's your first day, you can't run off from school because you hate it.." She went on and on
"It was fine, they are all cool but I'm tired"
"Where are you off to?? Food is ready. And do the dishes. Love you. I'm tired too"
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