The heroic twins on my chest

Allow me to describe what i love in a woman.
Soft and juicy no matter what size. Covered in a skin so soft hands wish to carry. Male and female, young and old all appreciate its beauty and fluffiness even its short, thick and pointy cap is honoured by fingers even the flickering of a tongue.
Nothing can brighten your day more than its roundness , domineering presence and force of irresistible attraction . To glorify its beauty it comes in two ,increasing the pleasure of its succulence but no one can ever have enough of it. You thirst for more,more and...more.
It nutrifies not just the owner but its replica,the little tiny reproduction of a sweaty unprotected hot sex between two 'opposite' sex. Not just sucked but sometimes bitten when teething proceeds yet the woman endures and enjoys. Knowing the pleasure this gives, the mother forcefully stops the child from the habit of seeking the pleasure instead of feeding like her.
I once had a weird argument with my sister @_brownshuga. Who sucks it more? It's an obvious answer because the father always has the first hold of it ...ofcourse,in this century its rare to find  virgin married women so...

Be your own private slayer.

   Have you ever wondered why that rich lady who drives a range rover on your estate never slays? Or why that very cute friend of yours who's got wealthy parents never wears anything fancy?
  As odd as it may seem, style isnt measured by the number of cloths in your closet nor does the different names of designer tags they carry define your fashion sense.
   It is possible to purchase expensive wears from popular boutiques but lack sense of pattern arrangement and knowledge of colour agreement. I am not joan Rivers

Social Media ... Social Prison

Iam_salamat liked your picture
@morenike_xx commented on your picture 'so cute'
@slay_erin mentioned you in a comment "@frozenfirenaija bae you look...."
No other notification can make me as happy as the above makes me. I would joyfully open my Instagram to check the number of likes i have successfully acquired on my picture because even though my mirror tells me everyday how beautiful i am, it never convinced me as much as seeing more than a hundred likes on a picture. It gives me a degree of satisfaction knowing my Mary-K foundation, Classic concealer and hours of searching for the right edit didn't go to waste .
  You might go about saying there's more to like than social media, you can deny it to everyone that you don't fancy public attention but you can't decieve yourself. You know you would be happier than you are if you were social media famous and probably wouldn't be bothered by this recession. If you had has many followers as Taylor swift and social media fans as Wizkid, committing suicide would be the last thing on your mind or maybe not even on your mind at all.

  "See your hairy armpit, learn to shave sister!"

Mummy! I am bleeding!

                                        

 I remember vividly the first day I started my menstruation.
    I was home with my brother and a friend of his when I felt the moisture in between my thighs as if something was trickling down very slowly yet managed to stop just between the lines of my pants and the hairs of my pubic part. It was strange yet similar to the usual release of mucus which had started about a month before.
In frustration, I had dragged my lazy self away from the sitting room where the interesting gist was going on and went to the toilet to take a shower, pee or maybe poo.
  Anything to ease my self of the discomfort.
   I undressed, pulled down my panties and I almost yelled in disbelief, surprise and definitely  disgust at the sight before me. My pant was soaked with thick black blood and also had thick clots like red jellies or chewing gum. I pulled off the pant and threw it in the dustbin immediately then wiped my 'area' with a tissue.  The tissue came out with a lighter shade of red and I remembered my integrated science classes about puberty and tossed the tissue angrily into the dustbin.
I hated puberty immediately. Most of my friends hadn't started yet and I began to worry that would stare at me like a freak when I excused myself to the toilet holding a black nylon like the seniors did or when I would have to ask them to help me 'check' like my sister, @bumzie_shawty always did.
The blood was irritating and I took a shower then put on another pant, when that one got soaked, I tossed it in the dustbin again. I soon ran out of pants and when mum found out I had thrown them away even after she had thought me how to place a sanitary pad on the pant, she was furious but she taught me how to clean up the blood properly.
It's a very irritating procedure, come see.

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Concluding part two.

   Priscilla dumbed his black African behind but didn't block him off her social media as we suggested. She was stronger than we thought. I hadn't talked her into breaking up with him, i had talked her into realising she deserved better ...made her see the reasons why she didn't need a guy like him to mess up her mascara but to my surprise, she hadn't felt bad about herself or even cry for having to let go. She was glad she was pulling off the leach and was ready to move on like it was no man's business.
  From her account, everyone already knew their relationship wasn't going anywhere and it was a shameful thing to have other female friends tell her what Prince told them . Once one of them sent a screenshot of her chat with Prince,who continued to flirt with her denying his love for Priscillia. He even referred to her as 'the pest' .
    At that moment she knew she had lost him but couldn't get herself to admit that she had been played and humiliated . It was definitely going to be hard starting over with someone else or so she thought and decided to keep enduring until my motivational speech that touched the depths of her heart and made her make the right decision.
I remember her quoting C.S lewis "love is not an affectionate feeling but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained." i had smiled when she said that . It was obvious she had studied to have the right words to fight for her. The student had surpassed the teacher and was ready to live by the truth.
   Love didn't have to come from a sexual relationship, it lied in the heart and the way you see yourself. Yes, we saw our selves as the best and were determined to become even better.     Tomorrow is going to be a big day for all of us . Priscilla is travelling to California to spend the rest of her vacation with her brother ,Fedel and Karmsi would be going back to school leaving Peace and I in each other's hands. We would be fine and i would finally call the number on the paper in my left hand and see if i could share my better half with someone who's worth it.

The end.

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Concluding part

Dear diary,
  If anyone had told me i'd have so much fun than i've ever had in my entire life in a month i would have disagreed because a month ago i had been suffering from antisocial personality disorder , refusing to chill with my best friend outside the four walls of my house or hers, unwilling to open the door of our friendship to new friends and allowing myself to be eaten up by trust issues and inability to feel free.
  Karmsi sure had no problem making new friends but with me,it was like i had a constraint holding my arms from embracing the thoughts of a new friendship even on group chats, i maintained my status as a ghost member and with the weird pictures and memes i used for my profile picture,there was no way anyone would be interested in me. I had no friend in school, no friend in church and even at home, Isaac was the only person i could call a friend even though he was more of 'that friend' than 'this friend'. You might think there is no difference but there is if you know what i am saying.
My new friends were the bomb! Beautiful, Fashionable,Fun-loving and Outgoing. Our fresh start was the best as we already knew everything we had to know about each other. I knew Priscilla dos and donts, Peace's hot temperament and they both knew how my palms get sweaty and my limbs go weak when i get to a place i haven't been before or meet someone i haven't met before. Rome wasn't built in a day, i was going to learn to set down my fear and focus on what was more important: Never letting anyone intimidate me again.
  We did hang out with Favour too and till now i still don't know if she is more of a foodie than Karmsi or if Karmsi is still the only one worthy of a ' World's greatest foodie' award, if such thing ever existed but i do know that while my best friend added weight over the summer, our numerous lunch,brunch and quick snacks at eateries had no effect on Favour's body weight. Only God knows where all the food went.  You might wonder what happened to Prince and as much as i hate to mention him ,it wouldn't kill to chip in a little gossip.

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Episode eleven
   My faded smile bloomed again, bright and rosy as it was before the smirk she had planted on her face when she lifted her head from her phone. Her reply was a muscle relaxer. I had half expected something that would annoy me and irritate my ears,  something that would make me ask Karmsi to pull off her cap,throw it away and shove her phone down her throat.
  It did prove me right though, Favour had been listening to everything and her reply was an evidence that they had told her all that happened. The way people spread news . I wondered how many other people they had told in the name of having 'a hot gist'. Did i care? No, i had nothing to hide anymore and i could tell Favour liked me immediately.
   Priscilla and Peace were still laughing at Favour's reply and so was Karmsi and i. We all didn't expect to hear that from her. Laughing and giggling like nothing had gone wrong.
The past had been buried. "As much as i hate to share our pizza , i will go get it from the counter now. It should be ready." Karmsi smiled and crossed her arms "Karmsi Alaribe? " Priscilla asked and Karmsi nodded. "Oh my goodness, the foodie Karmsi ! Melvin's sister??" Karmsi laughed and nodded again. They began to talk and i humbly offered to get the pizza and our drinks to join them at their table while they did the proper greetings and introduction.
  So while everyone in the country was complaining about the 'change' that ruined the economy, my definition of a change was different. Priscilla and Peace were ready to change their impression about me and other ordinary people. Our official enemy status was going to change.
  We were going to be friends and i was going to change too.
Karmsi had ensured that, i would be Abigail and Abigail alone not 'The clumsy clown', not 'the flirt' just myself.  At the counter i picked up the box of Pizza and looked at the cute attendant, he smiled and surreptitiously tossed me a small paper.
"Please call me" it read and his mobile number was written handsomely on the next line. I looked up and he was gone.
This was going to best summer of my life.

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Episode ten

   The look on their faces was priceless. Peace looked like she had been apprehended by a white cop and was scared of being shot for being a black. The recent killings of black people living abroad sure had an effect on everyone.
   Priscilla's eyes held a sparkle so bright,i could tell she bought everything i had said and would do anything to listen to more. I wasn't wrong, i could sense her interest. She liked me.  Favour on the other hand blanketed herself with her phone, avoiding a eye contact. One last selfie before she blasted me? Or was she capturing the first time an ordinary person stood up to her friend?
Priscilla stuttered and stammered as she talked. " You have....Prince is.... Peace didn't...Why should i..." Then she heaved a sigh and forced herself to say the long awaited truth. They were...' kind of' cruel. 'Kind of' tell me why you can't toss your pride aside and do the right thing.
  There was a time i would have done anything to be friends with her but with the bad first impression between us, things was definitely going to be different.
    I hadn't asked Peace to apologise to me before forgiving her because i knew even if my words pierced her heart, her pride wouldn't let her say the apology in words though it was painted on her face like the facial colour paints done for kids on children's day. She was apologetic.
   Who would have thought she would be apologetic?  Sometimes i wonder what would have happened if i had picked my first choice.      Maybe Karmsi and i would have been victorious because Peace's bottle of fanta was already empty and Maybe we still would have lost, they were three and the only person who could fight was Karmsi...definitely not me. I was a Peace Maker... I am still a peace maker even though i have also learnt to fight but only with the greatest weapon the world can ever create, my words.
   Anyway none of that mattered anymore. The past wasn't going to define the present, it was going to reshape our future as friends.

  Favour finally dropped her phone and turned to me with a smirk.

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Episode nine

  I straightened up and looked so deep into her eyes,i could see my reflection. My hair wasn't good looking but that wasn't what mattered.  What mattered was Karmsi was on the edge and i could feel her oozing with anger.
" i am so disappointed in you, Priscy. I expected you to be more cultured and disciplined but all i have seen in you is so much strife and pain because you are threatened by everything and everyone. You have no mind of yours and your friend Peace has been a bad influence..." Peace looked up and made to interrupt me but Priscilla gestured to her to be calm and keep quiet. Karmsi snickered very inaudibly, only i heard her and i felt  successful within me. I wasn't winning neither was i losing. I was making a point and with the look on Priscilla's face, i could tell my words were being nailed to her hypothalamus.
I continued " I believe you are an awesome person and you are just letting the fame you have cloud your judgement about other ordinary people. The rich talk to the rich and the famous to the famous, right? You don't want to be that way. " i paused letting my words sink into her mind before i continued "Everything that has happened in the past has been a misunderstanding. Our first meeting was my bad and i apologise again but i wasn't hitting on Prince. He isn't even worth it. No offence but he doesn't deserve you. I know am not in position to say this but Prince is not the best thing that can happen to you. Peace should have told you what he said." I threw her a questioned look and she pressed her lips together in withdrawal. "Peace, just so you know your behaviour the other day was uncalled for and you did not only embarrass me, you tarnished your own image too. Thank God no one took pictures. You might believe you can beat everyone up because you have the size of a professional bouncer but self control is stronger than a fist even sharper than a doubled edged sword.  I forgive you both and i hope you take my advice." Karmsi scratched my elbow.
She was feeling me. I was on fire.
Maybe self control wasn't the only thing sharper than a spear, words were and they fought for me dutifully.

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Episode eight

  Peace interrupted me with a reply branded with sarcasm and i smiled. What do you do about someone whose lips were full with nothing but sarcasm and found joy in being mean to other people everytime?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
   Everyone has their good side and their flaws , turns out Peace's good side was her flaw. She was funny and it made her sassy. Not my business anyway, i wasn't at the table for her alone and Favour sure knew i wasn't on the table for her either. She seemed engrossed in what she was doing on her phone but i doubted it, the smile on her face was too bright to be from a chat.
  She was listening and she was fighting the urge to laugh out loud.  Priscillia's did the magic and i curled my lips in a large smile then leaned against their table. So i wasn't the only one interested in turning the eatery into a wrestling ring where fists was replaced with bottles of coca-cola and their was no rules,no referee and no...what else rhymes with 'r'? Yes, no reasonable reason for fighting, she wanted it too but i wasn't going to give her what she threatened to start.
  It was a mere threat to get me out of their sight and it wasn't going to work. I wasn't going to be the weak one again. " What are you still waiting for? Here for a little rematch? Is that why you brought 'her'?" Priscilla shot Karmsi a hateful glare and Karmsi stepped forward.
" You should watch your tongue, it's no match for a tooth" she said calmly and i placed my hands on her shoulder. I had come to make peace not rage war and even though Priscilla thought winning was about being cruel,i was going to teach her it was more about being kind.

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Episode seven

  "Hi Priscilla, hi Peace, hi Favour so good to see you here"  i said and they replied with a snort, a scoff and a sluggish 'hi' respectively before pulling out their phones and pretending to be engrossed in a false chat.
  Priscilla didn't join them, she was just as excited to see me as i was to see her but while i was enthused to make peace with the enemy, she was ready to pounce on the flirt her friend had caught with her boyfriend.  She leaned forward ,placed her elbows on the table and her the back of her hands found shelter under her chin,supporting the weight of her curved neck.  She was ready to devour me if i said anything she didn't want to hear and maybe anything she was sure i'd say.  Ceteri Paribus , my every action was equal in her sight. No 'Yes', no 'No' amd my version didn't count whatever Peace told her had sank into her ears and my part of the story...i didn't even have a part in their story. I was just one short clumsy girl ruining everything.
  Her question almost swept me off my feet and i saw Peace carve her brow and Favour twitch her lips. Truth be told i was being a fool for kindness sake. Why didn't i just stay back and enjoy my pizza with Karmsi instead of walking over to pull hell's tail?
Anger replaced the flow of blood in my arteries and i felt my heartbeat increase. Again Karmsi's words swept in my heart... "Take a chill pill..." and i tuned her in. If i wanted to go pass the confrontation, i had to be calm,be reasonable and matured.  I heaved a sigh and bit my tongue, ready to explain what i was standing at her front for.

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Episode six

As we stood up, i felt my self get fueled  with courage and determination. Courage to say the many things that i had in my mind and the determination to say it without bluffing or breaking into tears in the middle.
  I still had to help Priscilla boost her self esteem. It was bad enough that she wanted Prince because he was cute ,presentable and she was blindly in love with him but things could get really worse. Recalling the twitching of Prince's lips when Peace asked why he kept cheating around, it was obvious she wasn't getting down with  him and in this f**ked up twenty first century, it had become the very first objective of dating.
She was in danger even though no one was going to shoot or kidnap her. She could be manipulated into giving out her body with intent to express her love for him or worse still, forced into giving it against her will. Rape was the last thing i wanted to think of as i walked towards her seat.

  Few steps away from them, i felt my fingers go very cold. A sign of my nervousness. I thought i was the only one with the second thought but Karmsi took my hands in hers and i knew i wasn't alone.
They looked up and  began to whisper into each other ears. Peace to Priscilla then Priscilla to Favour. I couldn't hear what they said but it had an effect on me. I soon began to wish i was the girl on lemon,perched on a high chair, having a nice time on my own with no worries,no pain , no need to make a confrontation her and when i looked at Peace, i wanted to go for my first irrational choice.

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Episode five

I could tell they were celebrating something and unlike me they knew what it was. Priscilla,Peace and Favour. The amazing instagram trio but unfortunately i didn't feel the same enthusiasm i had felt the first time i saw Priscilla even though it was my first time seeing Favour. They were more like humans to me than gods as i seemed to have mistaken them for at the very beginning.
   The attendant walked pass our table and even though i felt him staring at me,i didn't spare him a glance. My vision was glued to  the girls. Karmsi was complaining about the pizza taking forever to be done even though it was hardly three minutes since we sat down but i paid little attention to her as i fought within myself,the choices i had to make.
    I could walk over to the table,turn over their bottle of coke over their heads and run away from the eatery. It was the perfect place for my imagination because they wouldn't want to soil their image by running after me. If they dared , Linda Ikeji would have it boldly written on her blog "Priscilla Ojo, daughter of nollywood's best Iyabo Ojo in mortal combat with another minor" and as expected other blogs would jump into their sites and reframe the headline as if they were there. There would be pictures and if my face was caught on the camera, i would not only be popular , i would be a topic of mass humiliation.
  It was a bad choice. It was the devil in me speaking and i hurriedly banded it by the holy spirit. If i wanted to be of help to her,i had to set a good example. Show a level of maturity, step up my game and stop being a pathetic loser. Like Karmsi had said. "don't let your past define your present emotions" and judgement. The past was were it was and it was not too late to start over.
" are you thinking about them again?" she asked snapping me out of my thoughts and i nodded before pointing towards the seat occupied by the 'them' i was thinking of.
  She turned and saw them. It was her first time seeing them but she didn't even flinch or look twice. People sure had different ways of reacting to celebrities and hers was very reasonable.  I like the way she didn't ask what i wanted to say because i had no idea what i would say.

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Episode four

  Even though i felt the arms of shame embrace me as i recalled how i slipped and spilled my bottle of coke on Priscillia and how the same liquid flowed down my hair , entering my nose, crossing to the tip of my nose and soaking my cloth even to my bra as Peace wickedly drenched me, i didn't leave the counter without another bottle of the drink.
  When you love something or even someone, you never forfeit them for the world despite their flaws and imperfections. Besides a mere bottle of coke couldn't be the cause of the misfortune and mistakes that happened in the past weeks. Don't be ridiculous, there was nothing supernatural about everything.
Maybe except, Peace's ridiculous fight for no reason.
   Karmsi sensed the sudden change in my mood and didn't need to ask what was bothering me. She knew my fears. She had asked me if i really wanted us to go out and i had told her it was fine. She sighed, took my hands in hers when we sat and began to talk.
".... don't let the past define your present emotions"
The cute attendant passed us and our eyes met. He grinned and i frowned then looked away.
" i think that guy has been staring at me weirdly...maybe he was there, maybe he remembers" karmsi laughed and told me i was being paranoid.
"you need to take a chill pill. Guy sure has good eyes" She winked and as i smiled my eyes wandered off to the attendants direction . He was talking to some customers at the other end. The part of the eatery with a sofa and the air conditioner was just above them. What was wrong with people and air conditioners?  I wanted to see the faces of the girls that seemed to also have the same relationship Prince and Karmsi had with air conditioners but the attendant obstructed my view.
I shifted my head to the right and left searching for a comfortable view but the attendant looked back and our eyes met again. He smiled and walked away, a barrier between me and the view i had wanted to see again for the pastweeks.

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Episode three.

   The coolness of the air conditioned room behind the door blasted against our skins as we pushed the glass doors open. I don't know if the man who stood there was the security man but he sure didn't seem interested in opening the door for us.
Karmsi had no trouble opening the door,she had the muscle for it but i struggled with the knob and pretended i had a masters degree at pushing big and strong doors.  My facade worked, i finally opened the door and joined  Karmsi by her side. I saw her inhale deeply and i smiled.  Long before Karmsi and i became best of friends i wondered if she ever stopped eating and the first time she slept over in my house, i couldn't sleep. I feared she would eat me up before any one else woke up. She wasn't a vampire or a zombie, she was a foodie and still is .  Sharing a box of pizza between the two of us was like giving free food to bergers on christmas day. Karmsi was excited even though she acted like she wasnt. Definitely scared of being teased for her food consuming addiction. No wonder she had that stomach! Large enough to swallow another Jonah.
We walked over to the counter and ordered Karmsi's favourite: barbeque chicken . The cute male attendant told us to take our seats and wait to be called on then he flashed us a smile that made me want to stand at the counter instead but Karmsi pointed to an empty space very close to the air conditioner and it reminded me of the space in Chicken republic.
" lets take a seat over there" she said
Such déjà vu ! What else was going to be a coincidence? A cold bottle of coke?  The bottle of coke i always take before every scene of another Abigail,the clumsy clown episode?
Just then Karmsi turned to the attendant.
"Can i get two bottles of coke for my coke loving bestfriend and i?"

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Episode two

   To be honest, i had been hiding. Two days after the incident at Chicken republic, my mum sent me to buy her a bucket of chicken for some distant cousins who came to spend the summer holidays in Lagos.  I had never met them before and even if my mum thought they were sweet and respectful i hated them immediately she sent me that errand.  There was no way i could go back to the same place i had been humiliated only two days after. My wounds weren't healed and i could bet the floor wasn't dry of the coke i was bathed with.

I had already narrated in full details the date to Karmsi and she was sorry for me. She was very disappointed in Prince even more than i was and the look on her face when i told her what Peace did to me was enough to give Peace a stomach ache wherever she was at that time. I told her everything was fine and i was going to fix it however i could because i wanted her to feel better. She crucified herself for the ideas she out in my head and apologised for making me go but i explained she was wrong.
If she hadn't teased me,i still would have gone on the date. I already had the seedling of a crush in me and all she did was help water it.  Nothing seemed to make her feel better for her mistake and she felt indebted to me. It was for the greater good eventually, she came to my rescue and helped get the chicken from the eatery.  I avoided that eatery, that route and every road that reminded me of that day like a plague. It almost never happened but i was growing old in the house and i soon began to smell like kitchen utensils. I did have fun with my best friend in the house but she always wanted us to go out and it seemed like i was a self centered constraint.  The holidays was going to be over and everyone would go back to their normal lives, i didn't want to be the reason for the failure of the fun season so i decided to go out again. To give Karmsi a treat and celebrate myself.
Even though i wasn't quite sure what i was celebrating.

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Episode one

The rest of my summer didn't come with more episodes and drama. I had gone to spend a week with Karmsi and was glad i didn't have to stay in my estate and risk seeing Prince. It was bad enough that he changed his dp and was online twelve hours a day but still didn't message me not that i was stalking him . It just hurt that he didn't bother to look back, to pick up the pieces and prove me wrong. I wished he could say something...anything to make me believe he wasn't what i concluded about him but for weeks there was nothing. Just a lonely me waiting for a miracle .  I soon concluded there wasn't going to be any intervention and admitted to myself that Prince had abandoned me. Of course, it cheapened me and i was determined to save Priscillia from the same feeling: the depression and heartbreak. As a beautiful girl, every guy would definitely want her and as a celebrity, she could have anything she wants. So why did she think Prince was the best that could ever happen to her?  Purity of the heart and care for my neighbour has always been one of my core values and i wasn't going to sit back and watch her mess her self up because she didn't believe in herself as much as i believed in her. I was determined to help her and the numerous messages i dropped in her DM didn't seem to catch her attention. She never read any. So much for having that number of fans!

Again i picked up that imaginary wand that made my first wish come true: The wish to meet her in the first place. I wished for a second meeting and a third chance to perfectly sail on the boat of friendship i intended to build. This time i had a sweet feeling in my guts. The custodians of fate arranged the cards.

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Episode thirteen

Again, i felt my legs go weak and i slid to the ground for comfort. I picked up the face towel , dabbed it on my face and gently squeezed the liquid off my hair. The idea was to look fresh again and believe in my mind that non of it happened .  For a moment after they left, people hung around and stared as expected but never came near. I shamefully glimpsed into the eatery i had walked out from after a glorious meal of friend chicken and saw the attendants staring at me,shaking their heads and making those gestures done only by Ibadan gossips. No offence but they do it better. It's their number one talent.  But i looked around me almost a second after and everyone was back to their normal activity even I began to doubt any of the noise and act of hooliganism ever happened . It did though, if Prince's abandoned face towel wasn't enough evidence of existence, the brownish yellow stain on my tank top was a clear reminder of the short minutes of bullying i had been subjected to.
  I stood up, buttoned my shirt and picked up my face cap. Karmsi had to know this one. She had sweet talked me into it and even helped me pick up the right outfit for the date that turned out to be a total disaster and the best experience for a write up on ' The day i would never forget' . If she hadn't teased me about how Prince was sweet, charming and how he was the perfect match in her 'unlike-terms-attract' relationship chart  then non of this would have happened. I wasn't wrong to keep my infatuation away from her. I just didn't defend my belief.
  Now i know i wasn't wrong. I just didn't listen to my inner mind, something my Pastor refers to as the holyspirit. He sure warned me but i was blinded by the movie i was acting in my head. If only i hadn't been so stupid.  Its never too late to have a do over. Peace was a bully and she had fun beating people up.
   Prince was a flirt and he wasn't sorry. Dude didn't even care about being ditched by Priscillia which means she was the one holding tight.
It all made sense, she needed someone to fix up her self esteem. A girl like her deserved someone better than him.
  Who else could teach her about self esteem but a bull in a china shop?
☺

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Episode twelve

   Thinking about it now i think it would have been less painful for me if it were Priscilla who did the torture. It was her boyfriend and her battle . It totally had nothing  to do with Peace. Plus, if it was Priscilla then i think i would have been able to defend myself...maybe break her bones and help her remove both of her upper incisors. Oh well, i was humiliated.  News flash, Prince had been seen with too many girls in that month and they were just waiting for a day to catch one of them. Unfortunately for me, my innocent self became the scape goat.
While i moved away from them trying to gain my sigh and my self esteem, Peace kept raining insults on him. Telling him about the shame he brought upon them and their Instagram personality. " What do you want in them that is not in Priscilla?" Prince grinned and licked his lips making it clear what his reply would be if he said it in words. Peace heaved a sigh and made a face of disgust before adjusting her cloth and her hair. "I don't even know what Priscilla sees in you. You are not even worth fighting for! Get that into your head! We'll see what she has to say about you when i tell her what you just said!" Peace said wagging her index finger around his face. He kept smiling as he threw me his face towel and i watched the two of them walk away in opposite direction leaving me behind to treat my own wound.

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Episode eleven.

  Remember what i said the day Priscillia slapped me? It's better you don't remember i called it the worst day of my life because this day broke the record when she opened the bottle with just one flip of her fingers around the cover and turned it upside down.
  It happened before i could push her away,tear her to shreds or even say Jack Robinson. I shut my eyes hoping i would open them  to find out i had been in a terrible nightmare but when i opened them, the cold liquid flowed down my face and hair soaking my cloth. A droplet dripped into my eyes and it hurt so bad i thought i would go blind. I rubbed with my fingers,rubbed and rubbed but it only hurt more.
   She turned the bottle over till every last drop was wasted on me and my cloth was soaked enough to wipe a car without needing to dip in more water. I gasped for breath and covered my face with my hands.
   To be honest, the liquid was cool against my skin and the heat from the sun but it was coloured and it was in public.
   People were staring but non came closer to stop her from being a jerk. It was Lagos, the city where everyone minded their own business yet claimed to be more religious than other western states in the country. No one cared to be a 'brother's keeper' not even Prince.
  During my torture , i heard him try to stop Peace from hurting me further but a real man would have dragged her away, picked up my face cap ,take the Coca-Cola shower for me even take a bullet for me if she had one to empty into my chest. But he stood there, a weak and empty barrel without even a loud noise.
  I was highly disappointed in him yet not as much as i was in Peace but i was more disappointed in myself for being in such situation in the first place.

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Episode ten.

   My ridiculous look infuriated her more. I could feel her anger boil to a hundred degrees . I wasn't giving her the fun she derived from watching me fight back, defend myself ,try to prove her wrong of the accusation she brought before me while she shushed me by wiping the cap against my face while cursing with profanities.
  She flung my cap away with a force that sent waves of fright through my spine and stood before me like a bull in a rodeo game. I gripped Prince's hand involuntarily for help. This time it was normal not the fantasy i used to make up in my head. He didn't have to be the knight in shiny armour,he was just the nearest male i could look up to for help.  He had been standing the whole time like he was in his Father's sitting room watching his favourite soap opera or an episode of Teenage Multan Ninja Turtle. He sure found everything intriguing until i touched him and even when he spoke it sounded very weak anyone would hear that it was laced with cowardice.  I hid behind him wanting him to fulfil the promises he made during lunch, that he would never be a coward and let something like the last incident happen again. He was right,this was different from the last incident, this was worse.
  " Zara, wh- what's all this? " he said again and she gave him that stern look that haunted me for several days after. I didn't blame him for stepping away but my alter ego did. He was weak,no doubt. He couldn't even fight for himself.  How could he be so scared of her? Who was she anyway? And why did i have to be the weak protagonist in this teens drama we were acting?  I took a deep breath determined to change the writer's script. I lifted up my bottle of coke and held it like a weapon threatening to hit her if she didn't back off but she wasn't frightened.
  She snatched the bottle from me but i held on tightly,struggling with both hands while she handled it with just one.  I didn't struggle for long, she successfully snatched the bottle and stretched to her full length wearing a smirk of victory.

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Episode nine

Awaiting the blow that would knock me out like 9/11 ,i shut my eyes tightly and said a little prayer. Prayed that i come as a boy in my second life so i can hurt her back, maybe date her daughter ,get her pregnant and flee. If i couldn't fight now, it didn't mean i shouldn't be able to do so another time unless i came back to the world as a chicken or not even return at all. 
  Still stuck in my stupid imaginative revenge, the storming Peace yanked off my cap from my head calling me different names.
  "Boo snatcher!"
She yelled wiping me with the cap while i wimped innocently. I didn't even know such phrase existed. Boo snatcher? What else would this people invent... Bae sharer, Boo distributor, Baby Manufacturer?  I stopped fighting back, pressed my lips and watched her acting stupid before me. Why was she cruel for no reason? Why did she hate me that much?
  As expected ,my mind couldn't come up with a tangible reason to explain the obscurity of her actions and it made me sick.  She didn't even give me audience. She didn't allow me explain to her that all i had in the past was mere infatuation and i only just realised Prince was a pile of trash arranged in a beautiful pattern. She didn't allow me explain that i was just about to break up with him even before the relationship started. 
  She held the microphone tight and didn't share...maybe because it had been implanted in her throat and she kept  screaming
"Boo Snatcher"

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Episode nine.

Awaiting the blow that would knock me out like 9/11 ,i shut my eyes tightly and said a little prayer. Prayed that i come as a boy in my second life so i can hurt her back, maybe date her daughter ,get her pregnant and flee. If i couldn't fight now, it didn't mean i shouldn't be able to do so another time unless i came back to the world as a chicken or not even return at all.  Still stuck in my stupid imaginative revenge, the storming Peace yanked off my cap from my head calling me different names. "Boo snatcher!" She yelled wiping me with the cap while i wimped innocently. I didn't even know such phrase existed. Boo snatcher? What else would this people invent... Bae sharer, Boo distributor, Baby Manufacturer?  I stopped fighting back, pressed my lips and watched her acting stupid before me. Why was she cruel for no reason? Why did she hate me that much? As expected ,my mind couldn't come up with a tangible reason to explain the obscurity of her actions and it made me sick.  She didn't even give me audience. She didn't allow me explain to her that all i had in the past was mere infatuation and i only just realised Prince was a pile of trash arranged in a beautiful pattern. She didn't allow me explain that i was just about to break up with him even before the relationship started.  She held the microphone tight and didn't share...maybe because it had been implanted her throat as she kept screaming "Boo Snatcher".

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Episode eight

Prince turned around to behold the beholder and she eyed him from head to toe before returning her evil smirk at me.  I didn't need  a soothsayer to tell me i was in a deep dilemma neither did i need a prophet to foretell the events of the minutes to come.  The kind of soup in was one of its kind made out of sheer cruelty and the hatred  a total stranger developed for another total stranger .  This was madness but did i dare to say so?  Last time i checked my weight i was 47.8kg, i had kept on doing my online video work out so if my guess was accurate, my weight had to have reduced drastically...say 46.5kg. I was nothing close to obvious Peace Zara 80-90 kill-me-now  kilogram. One of her fist against my face and i wouldn't wake up to watch ' Good Morning Africa' the next day...maybe never even wake up until after summer or never even wake up ever again.  Non was a better choice and fleeing was impossible.  My feet was rooted to the ground and for a moment i felt my bladder lose a drop of fluid and i hurriedly pressed my knees together. It wasn't because the coke in my hand was the second that day...it was fear and it made me almost humiliate myself.  She twisted her mouth in that 'you are dead today'  twist and i had a hard time closing mine which had been ajar the whole time. They say one day you'll live this world behind so maybe it was finally my time to die if not in spirit but in dignity,self respect and in everything  i thought i had built for myself.  I heaved a sigh of relief as she stormed towards me with her fist clenched and a snort across her face.

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Episode seven

Define a good best friend.
In the past a good best friend could be defined as someone who you value more than your other friends, someone you have fun with, whom you trust and confide in. The first person you call when you need to share something personal, funny or a good news.  Social media friendship goals definitely confused the real life friendship requirement system. There are posts like "if you hurt my best friend get ready for war" or " lay a finger on my bestie and lose your arm" and many people now believe the best way to prove their love for their bestie is to beat anyone who stands up to them, innocent or not.  I saw her first and squinted to be sure it was really her. Prince didn't have a eye behind his back to see the stern looking agent of devil walking towards us with so much anger oozing out of her nostrils as her eyebrow carved into a perfect arch of anger. Anyone would imagine it was her boyfriend who stood before me still asking if i was okay as i stood like a statue, scared to move an inch not knowing what she would do to me,unable to talk as fear strangled me.  On instagram i have seen funny memes about two friends and i understood the kind of web i was entwined in. Behind every slim girl there was a thick...sorry i mean very thick and huge friend whose always got her back and because mine wasn't close by, i was meat.

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Episode six

I felt stupid.
I had painted a fantasy in my head,thinking life was Cinderella's story and Prince was going to pick me over all the Bellas at the ball. I had seen him with Priscillia the first time. Who was i to think i could win him away from her?
My smile faded and i stood in front of him, a lifeless form wanting to go home to the comfort of my bed where i could yell my pains away into the stuffed pillow and baptise myself in the pool of my own tears. He stopped talking and looked at me with with false concern, as if he cared about my feelings, as if he gave a damn about the cause of my sudden mood swing . " Are you okay? " i wanted to reply him with the many things i had in mind to say but non  seemed relevant. He hadn't completed his scheme. He hadn't asked me out and have me say a big hearty 'yes' then broadcast to his friends that he just caught another cute fish in his net and she was throwing himself at him like ping pong. Cursed be F**k boys.
He hadn't used me,taken everything God gave me to offer my husband then fight with me over the silliest thing. Maybe complain about my clumsiness like that wasn't the thing that brought us together. I repeat cursed be f**k boys  All glory to God for helping me dodge a speed bullet! He had saved me from the temptation and  wished he could deliver me of all evil. Like the one that stood a few feet away , watching her next victim , devising a new method of destruction .