My Life - Season 1 Episode 3

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My Life - Season 1 Episode 3

I came back home late in the evening as usual, I tip-toed to the kitchen to begin my daily routine of indomie and bread theft. I walked gently into the sitting room after accomplishing my mission, I found my father sitting there.

Suprised, I gaped at him, when did he come back?
“Baami,” I shrieked before jumping into his arms.
“Hey, my little princess, omo mi atata.” He patted my head.
“welcome Baami, I missed you ooo, when did you come back?”
“This morning” He smiled, my father is too handsome.
“why are you just coming back from school by this time?” he queried.
I racked my brain hard
“Errm, Baami, you know the distance from school, its too far, I have to trek, and besides we are having extra lessons in school” I explained.

“Liar!” maria said
“aah! Maami, you know I won’t lie now.” I quickly said, whats wrong with this winchy sef.
“other children in this area came back home since 2pm..” she began
“I was singled out now, you know, errm, we…errm, we’ll be going for a competition very soon.” I scratched my head.
“Its alright, just make sure you come home early, okay?” My father patted my head.

“You’ve become so lean Teju, what happened?” he looked me all over.
I looked at Maria, she looked visibly scared, I might give her away.
“No..Baami, I’m missing you that’s why.” I laughed.
“Come and sit on my laps, omo mi atata.” he pulled me towards him.
I sat down on his laps with a wide grin.
“Tejumola omo baba re”
I glanced at maria, she looked jealous.
“Maami, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Don’t mind your mother, she’s jealous.” My father said before leading me to my room.

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Things went on well, both in school and at home, no more qualms.
David was writting his S.S.C.E examination, we’re still the best of friends.
One day after his afternoon paper, we were sitted in an empty class room, discussing nothing important when he suddenly said
“Teju, very soon, I’d be leaving school, I would further my education abroad…” he hesistated.

“That means, I won’t get to see you everyday anymore.” he added with a pained expression.
“hmmm”
“hmmm? Is that all you’d say? Yuo won’t miss me I guess.” he said placing an arm round my shoulder.
I laughed. He sounded funny, miss who?
“have I ever told you, how beautiful you look when you laugh?” He brought his face closer to mine.
I blushed furiously, though I’m dark in complexion so it wasn’t visible.
“I love you Teju.” he whispered.
One thing led to another and we kissed…

We all stood in straight lines on the assembly ground. Being one of the tallest girls in my class, I stood at the far back end.
“Sing the National athem after count of three…1…2..3″ the assembly prefect instructed.
The whole school sang except me. I wasn’t feeling so well that morning, I vomited thrice before coming to school, couldn’t eat breakfast cos I didn’t have appetite to..

“The pledge!” the prefect said again
“I pledge to Nigeria my country..” I managed to mutter before everything around me began to spin. I felt dizzy, I tried to steady my self, my palms became sweaty.
I rubbed my eyes, opened them, the whole school was spinning faster, I quickly shut my eyes, my head was spinning too…I passed out.
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I opened my eyes again, only to find myself on the hospital bed.
My father was staring at me, disappointment written all-over his face.
“Kpele- sorry” he said when I tried to sit up.

What was going on? I rubbed my forehead to ease the pain.
“Teju..” My father began
“You know I love you, and will do anything to make you happy..”
I became tensed, something was wrong somewhere.
“I want you to tell me the truth…” he continued.
Truth of what? I asked myself
“tell me, Who did this to you?” his voice became shaky
“Who is reponsible for this pregnancy?” he said gently.

I frozed at the spot. Preg..what? Who? Me? Tejumola? Is this a dream?
I pressed my stomach firmly.
How can I be pregnant?
“Teju…” my father placed his hands on my back.
“Talk to me.”
I held his gaze for a moment, before looking away. I could feel the whole world crashing at my feet. Fat tears rolled down my cheeks. What would I tell my father?
“Don’t cry.” my father held my hands in his.

“If you don’t want to tell me, no problem.”
I turned to look at him, he was crying too.
“Its all my fault..” he lamented
“I should have spent more time with you..”
I could feel my heart splitting, should I tell him or not? David was far away in London…I’m finished.

My father hugged me ” my daughter, I’m sorry, forgive me.” he whispered.
“I’m sorry Baami, I’m sorrrry” I wailed
“It’s alright, don’t cry anymore, I’m here for you, I’d take good care of you.” he patted my back soothingly.
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My thoughts were far far away. My loud sobs echoed through the walls.