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Dairies/Web Series
The Dairy Of An Ex-Osu Babe – Episode 3
Tuesday, November 06, 2012Omoba
By @Poca_huntas
Did you miss out on the previous episodes??? Please
Read Episode 1 and Episode 2.
I felt my legs weaken under me that very minute, I
wanted to jump out of my skin, I was weak...I began to see all my efforts &
hard work crumble before my very own eyes, I could picture the tears on my
mum's face, I could even paint the look of disappointment my brother would
give. I knew that nobody faced that panel and went scot-free in the school... except
you had connections, which I didn't. I knew other people that had other people
had 'runsed' their way from year one to final year and had gotten away with it.
I tried it, I just tried it once and my life was doing a roller coaster before
me.
I summoned courage and went to the senior
lecturer's office to plead my case, when I got there I met other culprits like
me and they had fished out all other courses that they had runsed and they were
already in deep problems (that "problems" is formality, the word is
shit, they were in deep shit!) . As soon
as the man sighted me, he began to scream “YOU!!! What's your problem? Should I
call it foolishness or peer pressure? I understand these empty skulls that fell
from dumbville, but you wrote well in the hall why did you want to do this?
I've gone through your records and I noticed you didn't do any other one, you
just chose to destroy your life with an elective course? Yours is such a sorry
case".
At that point I was crying profusely, I didn't know what to say or
do (as a yoruba girl, one tiny voice I never knew existed in my head before
then started to tell me how my father was snoring in heaven! The guy was deep
in sleep and he had allowed my mother's enemies catch up with me). Senior lecturer
showed me all my results and I passed them and wouldn't be having any issues if
I hadn't taken that course. I remained there and I kept pleading and begging,
the lecturer told me he could help me but I was going to have an extra year
because I would have to re-write the course. I kept begging and he said he
couldn't cover up for me, even I knew that because he was a pastor.
I went home and all my friends had gathered and were waiting for
me...they were sympathizing with me already, one was even crying with me. It
was like I had just lost a close relative ( I didn't even get as much sympathy
when my dad died), I felt like dying. I began to think of how I'd make the
dreaded phone call to my mum, she'll be the one to tell my brother because that
one likes to behave like a soldier. I was beginning to determine what I'd do
with my life, considering the fact that I don't have any talent. But if I had
known that a song like Tonto Dike's would get such great number of downloads
even though I'd rather listen to the sound of my generator than listen to any
of those auto tuned nonsense again, I'd have tried my hands on singing. As terrible
as my voice was, it would have sounded better than Tonto's with even less auto
tune but since I'm not popular and haven't been able to "date" any
producer maybe I'll just learn a craft like hair dressing but I hate salons,
getting my own hair done is enough trauma already or I'll learn tailoring but
that would make me one of the crazy people I curse every Saturday there's an
aso-ebi party.
People before me have done it and they've being
having their way with it, mine won't be an exception. In totally unrelated
gist, there was a certain girl at the time who was my friend. Tinuke was a runs
girl and she was proud. The first time I saw lace wig in my life was on this
girl, she traveled to dubai and made the hair from there, her own runs wasn't
all these smelling 50k runs, she didn't even do local runs. She used to travel
out of the country to meet her clients (that's d kind of runs I was projecting;
I'd even make invoices and send to my clients in advance).
Tinuke had gotten pregnant like five times already
but it was no big deal, her doctor was an expert in getting the "excess
unwanted blood away from her system before it began to form". Sometimes
she would just take some tablets and everything would be fine but it happened
that she got "hooked" again but didn't discover until the pregnancy
was about 12weeks. She took the usual drugs and even traveled to london to meet
a client. She came back after two weeks, took a test and the baby was still
developing. So she went to her expert doctor to do the main thing, it didn't
last up to 5minutes before the doctor finished and declared her fit for the
"Labour market" once again. After a while, she started falling sick
and we took her back to the hospital and the doctor said she was five months
gone.
She started shouting at the doctor who insisted
that he performed the operation on her and added that she was probably pregnant
with twins and he succeeded in getting just one of them out. She instructed him
to carry out the second one and he did. Two months later, Tinuke passed out in
school and we had to call her mum to come and get her. Her mum took her to
their family hospital and the doctor said she was 7 months pregnant and had to
be placed on bed rest or she would lose the baby and her life. That's how
Tinuke had a cute bouncing baby boy after taking abortion pills and doing D and
C twice and she couldn't tell which of her clients got her pregnant. That halted
her career, and who knows it would probably have been the end of mine too.
Everybody turned to her at once the way everyone
grabs their charger and hustles for a socket whenever they bring the light or
we contribute money to fuel the gen, yes you got it that's the picture! Then
the questions started rolling in. Of course she didn't know which to answer
first so she just said to the whole house that she would help me but couldn't
tell them how.
4 comments
Loool...m lovin' it.
ReplyDeleteThis kimberly girl....smh...
ReplyDeletelol... For a reason not known to me, am getting glued to it. Looking forward to the next episode ;)
ReplyDeleteClap clap...I do laugh tire...
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