Jun1110 Excuse Me
I cannot help but publish the link to Victor Ehikhamenor's piece on my blog. It is time people "call a spade a spade." Convincing oneself that poison is juice and drinking it does not prevent one from dying. "Waka Waka eh eh, Tsamina mina Zangalewa." May all the matches end in a draw. Yes,I said so.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
THERE’S AN EMPTY SPACE HERE(Part Two)
At break time, I calmly remained in my seat as I contemplated running down to the mini kiosks to buy my favorite coconut candy and toast bread from the women positioned near the back gate or playing “Ten Ten”, a hand clapping and feet stamping game) with the girls at the playground. Finally, I opted for playground which was already teeming. Screams of delight and voices rang so loud that my brain found it difficult to locate any familiar faces.
“Ifeyinwa, Fify baby”, boomed a voice from across the field. My feet froze abruptly at the sound of my name. As I searched for who the voice belonged to, I saw Oluchi sprinting towards me, I squealed excitedly at the sight of my former classmate. She dragged me along towards the group of girls she had left behind to fetch me. At the moment Oluchi attempted to introduce me to the group, an ebony skinned girl with her hands folded across her chest, disengaged one of her hands and interrupted Oluchi. She stepped forward from the perfectly formed circle of girls and addressed Oluchi in such a way that I felt like I was the size of the ‘Tambolo’, a minuscule stinging ant my mother had repeatedly instructed me to be on the watch for. “What is this Oluchi? Remember that we are a clique and we comport ourselves, not running around the school like you are being chased by monkeys and laughing like you have been infected by a pack of hyenas on the loose.”
I was momentarily dazed and I grappled for an appropriate reply to cut this “Miss Perfect for I might be ruffled if you pass by me” to size, but taking a second look at the group surrounding me, I realized who they were. They were known as the “Flow” girls; the letters, F, L, and O coined from Fehintola, Lamide, and Olohi, the official founding members of the group which had been in existence since my third grade, while the letter W literally represented ‘Whomever’ was admitted into the group. Needless to say, the W person changed every school session as the Flow girls always sought after “efikos”, the brainy ones, to compensate for their apparent weakness.
“Tisk, tisk, tisk,” I remarked onomatopoeically. "Oluchi, how could you degrade yourself to collude with these users?” Taking some time to run them through with my black, long eyelashes, I continued. “These nincompoops who want to exploit your academic genius?” Those were huge words for a fifth grader’s vocabulary.
My siblings had always commended my command of the English Language and I decided to seize this opportunity to flaunt my talent and oppress my tormentors. Unintentionally, our high pitched voices complemented by swift neck twisting and finger snapping had attracted a sizeable group of people towards our direction.
“Oh Lord, I hate drama” I muttered under my breath. At the same moment, Fehintola the loud mouthed leader had issued commando instructions to Olohi to slap me. My brain told me to locate the nearest escape route, but I really wanted to fight back. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a weakling, however my family had instructed me sternly that on no uncertain terms should I be involved in a fight at school and I had no plans of ruining my impeccable record of excellent behavior in my fifth year, so I suppressed the urge to react. As Olohi, made her way towards me, I began to brace myself for the pain, when all of a sudden someone called out from the balcony overlooking the playground and diverted everyone’s attention.
“Ifeyinwa, Fify baby”, boomed a voice from across the field. My feet froze abruptly at the sound of my name. As I searched for who the voice belonged to, I saw Oluchi sprinting towards me, I squealed excitedly at the sight of my former classmate. She dragged me along towards the group of girls she had left behind to fetch me. At the moment Oluchi attempted to introduce me to the group, an ebony skinned girl with her hands folded across her chest, disengaged one of her hands and interrupted Oluchi. She stepped forward from the perfectly formed circle of girls and addressed Oluchi in such a way that I felt like I was the size of the ‘Tambolo’, a minuscule stinging ant my mother had repeatedly instructed me to be on the watch for. “What is this Oluchi? Remember that we are a clique and we comport ourselves, not running around the school like you are being chased by monkeys and laughing like you have been infected by a pack of hyenas on the loose.”
I was momentarily dazed and I grappled for an appropriate reply to cut this “Miss Perfect for I might be ruffled if you pass by me” to size, but taking a second look at the group surrounding me, I realized who they were. They were known as the “Flow” girls; the letters, F, L, and O coined from Fehintola, Lamide, and Olohi, the official founding members of the group which had been in existence since my third grade, while the letter W literally represented ‘Whomever’ was admitted into the group. Needless to say, the W person changed every school session as the Flow girls always sought after “efikos”, the brainy ones, to compensate for their apparent weakness.
“Tisk, tisk, tisk,” I remarked onomatopoeically. "Oluchi, how could you degrade yourself to collude with these users?” Taking some time to run them through with my black, long eyelashes, I continued. “These nincompoops who want to exploit your academic genius?” Those were huge words for a fifth grader’s vocabulary.
My siblings had always commended my command of the English Language and I decided to seize this opportunity to flaunt my talent and oppress my tormentors. Unintentionally, our high pitched voices complemented by swift neck twisting and finger snapping had attracted a sizeable group of people towards our direction.
“Oh Lord, I hate drama” I muttered under my breath. At the same moment, Fehintola the loud mouthed leader had issued commando instructions to Olohi to slap me. My brain told me to locate the nearest escape route, but I really wanted to fight back. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a weakling, however my family had instructed me sternly that on no uncertain terms should I be involved in a fight at school and I had no plans of ruining my impeccable record of excellent behavior in my fifth year, so I suppressed the urge to react. As Olohi, made her way towards me, I began to brace myself for the pain, when all of a sudden someone called out from the balcony overlooking the playground and diverted everyone’s attention.
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