Tales of an Imperfectly Perfect Girl

The next week was followed with every activity that involves settling down for every new student, ranging from collection of school uniform, to lockers, to sorting of venues for various classes. I made sure I called home eveyday during break, thanks to my guardian .It wasn’t as bad as I thought, I was prepared for the worst, my bunkmate made it easier. I didn’t  do my laundry, not run unnecessary errands. She made sure I didn’t wake up late. All I had to do was look neat, arrange my locker weekly and lay my bed properly. With few seniors on my side, I can’t say I had the new girl bad experience.
But yes, as much as I was good with everyone, I earned myself a name during the first week. “Onwowo”(she’s looking for money), a senior was looking for her money, I unconsciously sang the onwowo track I heard from a movie, and boom!! I almost got punished, the lyrics of the song is not that cool, but they decided to make a joke out of it and gave me a name I never liked till I made sure nobody called me that name again.
First visiting day was the next Saturday following our resumption. I was very happy cause I knew my folks wouldn’t miss that day for anything in the world. After the weekly house inspection, at exactly 9am, I went under the tree close to the school entrance to wait for my mom who was coming from Lagos. I didn’t care what time she would arrive, I just don’t want her to have to sweat to look for me. Other parents arrived one after the other, then I saw someone walking like my mom, I felt it was too early, I was expecting my mom around 12pm. And then this woman was walking with a young girl who definitely bear no resemblance with any of my sisters. So I discarded the thought since I can’t verify from afar. Well, she came closer and it was my mom😁😁, and the young girl is my cousin. Apparently, she went to Ibadan the previous day just so she could arrive early. MOTHERS, wonderful creatures!. We went to my hostel where she officially met my bunkmate and other dorm mates. Bunkie got a share of her goodies as I never failed to tell Mom about how good she’s been to me. I ate home made food after a long while, felt good. Then around 12pm, my Dad and sisters came around, that was the highlight of my day. I wasn’t expecting to have the whole family. With a lot of goodies and extra cash to follow. But it was a good day.
It would have ended well except for the cry babies who were all teared up after seeing their parents, they wanted to be home. And it’s very awkward when we have to console each other, I mean we are all new, we all miss home. But then I realised, not everyone of us was getting the beautiful and sisterly treament I and some other lucky ones were getting in the hostel. I mean, some seniors were made out of volcano. Evil and anger is what some of them breathe. So it didn’t make it easy for these girls who just want to cry. Following the scary dark nights, when some of us would claim they saw a moving lion tree, and we all run around instead of reading books. Some would claim they saw a tree breastfeeding a baby. Lot of stupid things, but we don’t check, we just run and scream. who cares about the authenticity when we just don’t want to die?. It took a while, but we realised, these moving trees are just our own illusion what they look like,  So we got past it. Just when I thought it was over with the myths, something happened.

Care to know what happened?  Find out next week.

To be continued…



Wura is an inquisitive and outspoken young lady who is definitely not your average, regular girl. She is a writer who likes to have fun. This is her personal space, her canvas and most interestingly, her gossip place. She's your everyday gist partner.

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February 25, 2018 at 2:26 pm

Next week is too far o

Can’t wait for the rest

February 25, 2018 at 2:29 pm

Can this book be published? I think it will help the current students to face school challenges. Thanks.

February 25, 2018 at 3:26 pm

This is absolutely so interesting… Onwowo

March 2, 2018 at 4:40 pm

wow… go girl wish I could relay the events that took place in Feggo just as she did. kudos dear.

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