Love, Lust And Lost - Season 1 Episode 65

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Love, Lust And Lost - Season 1 Episode 65

After the assembly was over. The Biology teacher had asked the commercial and science class to join the art class for Biology. The period was meant for the art class but he had sought permission from the English and Physics’ teachers who had those classes respectively. That was also a bonus for the other two teachers because they had those classes today. What was better for them was to take all the 3 classes in a combine.

The Biology teacher had gone up to his office which was located on the 3rd and last floor of the school building to prepare his teaching materials. When he had taken all he needed and walked to the Lab may be the class prefect had come to take the diagram of a flowering plant hung on the left wall of the Lab, adjacent the blackboard, he was delayed by Mr. Ashafa – the second Biology teacher.


Fatimah, Mariam and David had all returned from the principal’s office. As they entered the class, hails went viral by almost all the males in the classroom.

“Hei!!! Baba na you o!”

“Twale for you o. Owo meji fun eiyan’kan (two hands for just a person)”

“Super hero baba!!!” Amidst shouts and whistles took over the four walls of the room. It felt as if they were in a concert or in a stadium cheering their teams. Echoes gave the noises welcome celebration.

Baba 70 and some others all rushed to lift him up. They took over his legs and up he went like a champion in the olympic games. They lifted him up high on their shoulders and danced around with him, singing different victorious song as though he had just been freed from the prison.

“Make una look fan o” Some female students advised at the top of their voices. A tall David being lifted on the shoulder, disaster wasn’t far off if they didn’t take caution.

“Femo, how far?” Laz turned his body to his partner, one of his legs was tucked inside the desk while the other was left along the aisle.

“Wetin do you?” Adefemi questioned.

Laz suddenly started laughing. It later dawned on Adefemi that he wasn’t staring at him, he was looking towards Fatimah and Mariam. He followed his gaze and met Zainab at the front of their desk pleading on her knees for what she had done yesterday.

“You no see as Fatimah and Mariam don ugly die,” Laz chuckled and went on “mehn, the guy wey kidnap them no try at all.”

Adefemi hissed and proceeded to bring his Biology note out of his bag. He knew Laz had never been serious before in his life. So that was why he called him? Foolish boy filled with irrelevant thoughts.

“Wetin make you talk that one?” He later asked after he had placed his note on the desk and flicked through the pages, searching for where he had kept the rough sheet he jotted the previous lectures on.

“The guy as I dey look dem face, no give them food at all at all,” he grinned annoyingly.

“Na you sabi, ode. You no see as Zainab knee-down for their front. You sure say something never happen so?”

“So na me be Ode abi?” Laz grabbed his head and started using it as a drum.

Many people came to offer their heartfelt sorry for the two ladies whose faces were a little dull, dry and disenchanted today. It shone as though too much vaseline had been applied on them. They looked fatigued and distressed.

Momentarily, the three friends broke down and started shedding tears. The girls in the class came towards them; some cleaned their faces; others consoled but later when it seemed the environment wasn’t encouraging, they led them out of the class to the empty commercial class.

When the consolation had died down, their classmates that had brought them left them alone to nurse their grief if they weren’t going to cheer up – they couldn’t miss the Biology class. They advised them not to bother to come for the Biology class if they knew they wouldn’t cope well.

“Zainab, we really suffered. The trauma and everything was too much to bear.”

Mariam choked and coughed. Zainab patted her back. Fatimah tried to hold back another bout of tears, sniffing mucus back into the nostrils.

“I’m sorry about the way I behaved yesterday,” she pleaded “if I had known, I would have gone home with you two,” as if anything would have prevented the kidnap from taking place.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Fatimah cut in “it wasn’t your fault.”

“But I was foolish.”

Zainab was the strongest amongst them. She hardly became emotional. She needed not much restraint to hold back tears, it just happened freely – her face always dried. May be because she laughed a great deal everyday of her life.

If not because it would look absurd to her friends, she wouldn’t have shed a single drop.

“It was because of a boy I did that,” she confessed.

“Ehn!!!?” Exclaimed Fatimah and Mariam. Their tears seemed to have find some certain dry land and had sunk into the soil, into their skin/pore spaces. The exclamation cheered their spirit and they looked at Zainab with surprise.

“I’m so sorry. I know I did the wrong thing but I felt I needed some privacy,” she complicated matters.

“Some privacy?” They both exclaimed louder than the first. They’ve never been such astoned before in their lives. Silence suddenly descended amongst them like a shady cloud, unprecedented.

“Oh!!!” Mariam broke the silence. She was gradually getting back to her usual being, the cheerful lady “if we all should crave for some privacy, what friends are we then?”

There was no reply from any of the other two. But particularly Zainab. The question was left hanging in the air, like rain waiting for its season to lash down.

Zainab looked sober. She knew she had done the wrong thing but it was required, she thought. Now she felt guilty. It shouldn’t have come to that. As least, informing them would have been enough but she was sure they wouldn’t have accorded her the room she needed to speak with Peter.

“ I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” Fatimah surely was going out of her range for pleading.

What in the hell was she sorry for?. She cried and wiped her face with her hands.

“Don’t cry Fatimah,” Mariam consoled “why do you need to cry because of what Zainab had done?”

“No, you don’t understand Mariam” she started, her voice unclear “I have wronged you.”

“Ehn!!!” This surely was a day of exclamations. “How?” Mariam was disturbed.

Fatimah waited for a moment then burst into tears. She convulsed as she cried; her two friends without a clue, pat and pleaded with her to stop crying.

“You see,” she managed to sniff “Melvin gave me a letter to give to you after the last time he walked you to the bus-stop.”

“Really! He did?” Mariam looked at Zainab but was surprised she wasn’t moved.

“Did you know about this, Zainab?”

There was no response from her. Mariam looked at Fatimah whose face was turned downwards. She didn’t meet her contact and returned them to Zainab who also looked away, facing the opposite direction.

“And you didn’t tell me! What sort of friends are you both?”

No one dared to reply. Even the confrontation they usually posed at one another was absent. It had gone sabbatical.

“Do you both mean to tell me if what happened yesterday had not occurred, you wouldn’t have informed me still?” Mariam spoke on.

“Oh no! I’m so disppointed in both of you. I wonder what friends you are. For God sake, what in the hell did you both think you were doing intruding on my privacy?”

She paused realising they were just discussing about Zainab seeking privacy. She felt it all wrong to be asking or talking about it. Well, they were all seeking same thing, same concubine called privacy.

Things had really changed and they were not the same as they were in the Junior school – when secrets had not find a resting place in their friendship. Maturity was starting to lay foundation and things needed to take a new turn.

May be they’ve all grown to need privacy at this stage of their lives.

Fatimah was starting to discover a courageous feeling within her. She took the chance as it came and spoke.

“It seems we are now growing much. Look at our chest compared to when we were in the Junior school. Look at the way we talk now. Many things had changed and it means we all have to adjust. Guys are starting to seek us.” She paused to see the reactions of her friends or may be they might want to interject. When she saw that no sentences or mouth made to move, she proceeded.

“I now have a boyfriend which you all know about. I have a divided commitment now – having to please you two and him.

Zainab, I think with the look of things, you are now occupied with Peter – another divided commitment.

Mariam surely will be occupied by Melvin soon, so I don’t see the need for this friendship anymore.”

“Are you serious, Fatimah?” Mariam had never been so serious at asking a question straightforward in her entire life. Her mouth were wide open. If flies were to hover around, they would find her mouth as a genuine place of rest. Astonishment at its climax.

“I can’t be more serious” Fatimah rose up and Zainab excused her from the chair so she could pass. She entered the front seat and rested her butt0ckz on the desk.

“This is your letter,” she handed it to Mariam who was dumbfounded to stretch her hands. Fatimah dropped it on the desk right in front of her.

“I’m sorry for whatever betrayal I have caused you and the intrusion on your privacy. Surely, we should limit our friendship.”

“But Fatimah, we are related” Mariam broke in, her eyes fallen like scobby’s. They were only related by tribe and nothing more.

“Don’t worry dear, that won’t be any problem. Let’s all cherish our privacy than this friendship. Goodbye” she said and left the two inside the empty class without words to speak.

They stared after her in surprise, then when she had gone out of sight, they stared into thin air.

Few minutes had passed and Zainab stood up. She didn’t care anymore since Fatimah had spoken up. Yes, it was what she needed; to be able to do things without them. To have a new friend in Peter. Everything devoted to him.

“Mariam, I’m sorry to inform you that I read that letter too. I was the one who advised her against giving it to you,”

“Why?” Mariam asked a bit perplexed. Her facial expression flurry. Her eyelashes beeping, they moved up and down.

“I thought it would protect and preserve our friendship but I was wrong. Fatimah already has a boyfriend but I didn’t take that into consideration.

I’m sorry it has to end this way,” Zainab finished.

She spoke what could be translated as same with Fatimah’s speech. They were the same.

“Are you sure you are all right? What nonsense are you both saying? Like we should end our friendship?”

“Yes Mariam, yes! There was never any friendship,” Zainab shouted in defiance.

“How dare you shout at me?” She rose up as though she would strike Zainab. By the look of things, she also didn’t care any longer what was going to happen, or was already happening.

“Just calm you tit dear. We don’t need to shout at each other. It is just a simple way to part.”

“Then you both should go to hell.” Mariam boiled.

Zainab walked out of her presence fashionably; her steps criss-crossed as her tiny waist and small butt0ckz shifted and swerved from this point to the other.

Mariam took her hands to her hip and stood hands akimbo. She quickly thought what her next point of action would be. The two friends she had known and done everything with all these while said it would no longer be possible.

She sighed and unwrapped the letter Fatimah had handed to her. She read all through and smiled, forgetting not long ago had she been angry.

Melvin was seriously funny and she resolved she had to get in touch with him. Yap, she had to make him her number one friend now.

But she never realised Melvin was occupied.
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