DAMI'S JOURNAL

Chapter I ✿

   

  Going through Junior high isn't such an easy task. I admit the fact that I want to be popular but, I think I prayed wrongly. I never asked for this kind of popularity.

Introductions? Right. My name is Oluwadamilola, I am a short dark skinned Yoruba girl. I am 12 years old and the latest trend in class. The whole school though.
Trust me, you wouldn't want to trend this way.

Mum said it isn't really bad but, you wouldn't want to experience this, irrespective of the gender. She doesn't know how this feels, no one does and right now I am crying my eyes out in the girls bathroom.

Earlier this morning.....
My alarm went off, 5:30am.

"Jeez! Its morning already," I jumped off my bed. "Thank you Lord Jesus," I whispered. I grabbed my torch light from my nightstand and head for the bathroom. My shorts felt damp, I didn't mind, I just want to use the toilet.

I used and turned to flush the toilet. I narrowed my eyes when i here.... was.....

BLOOD!!!!

I couldn't help but scream. That's a bad habit I need to stop.

Ken was the first to get to the bathroom then my parents and big head Kunle.

"What's the problem?" Dad asked, I couldn't find my voice.

I was speechless.

Ken picked up my torch and opened the toilet seater.

"Woah! Congratulations, you are now a woman," he smiled touching my cheek.

Seriously! Is that all you have to say?

"Baby, is that why you screamed?" Mum frowned, "What would our neighbors think?"

I don't care about them, this can't be happening.

As if that wasn't enough Kunle decided to add more spice to the spicy sauce, "I think say thief done enter your room," he said in Nigerian Pidgin.

We all stared at him because Dad warned us about using Pidgin English, instead speak English or Yoruba.

"Its okay, just prepare for school, I didn't see anything," Dad beamed as mum accompanied him out of the toilet.

Someone... anyone... please... wake me up.

"Mumu," he sighed and left.

Ken helped me flush the toilet, "Is there anything you need?" He asked. I didn't respond, I was deep in thoughts.

This is so embarrassing, being the first girl in class to see this shit! Why me?
Everyone would hate me, my friends would too. Someone, please, pinch me.

Ken snapped me out of my thoughts, "Hey! Don't feel bad," he embraced me.

  "Why not," I gulped. .

"Its not really bad to be the first in the class, you are bigger than all the girls now," he kissed my forehead.

How is that supposed to make me feel any better, I am too young for this.