Designed by its_sammysnow
If you’re just joining me, welcome to the episode three of my #before20 series.
I was never one to get the boys to look at me, the only reason boys got to look at me would probably be when they saw me walking from Aunty Ebere’s food shop with a full plate of food on one hand, snacks on the other and a bottle of drink well placed under my arm. They looked at me in amazement and wondered where all the food was going to in that small body.
While the members of the pink girls got advanced from our seniors, they even got valentine gifts; I only got requests to be a school daughter. Most of them needed me to spy on their girlfriends in junior school while others needed me to help them deliver letters to who they liked.
I enjoyed the benefits that came with being small bodied and looking innocent because I looked like I only came to school to read my books, most times I instigated fights between two parties by reporting what one said about the other to the other and vice versa. The day I had gotten into a fight myself, the PINK girls had my back and hid the fact that if my opponent had given me at least one slap, I would have collapsed. With the kind of threats I gave my opponent that day with the support of the girls, she never double crossed me again. Sometimes mouth was all you needed.
I progressed academically and socially and at the same time held my position as the baby of a lot of the teachers, which is why I bullied the bully until my new seat mate in junior class three could not take it anymore. I had this pride that came with being a lot of the teachers’ favorite, my name would escape the noisemakers list, I always got exempted whenever the whole class was getting flogged, while juniors were not allowed to go to the senior block for any reason, my favorite teacher always sent me to their classes to find out what they were doing, I always found out more than what they were doing. All of these behavior made me proud, my shortness didn’t matter anymore. I was winning.
Or I thought I was until I made the mistake of taunting Odinaka. He had a bad eye from an accident and was really big for our class. I had, on this particular day started to run my mouth as usual and I was warned a number of times by Odinaka, I ignored and continued to talk until my brain began to vibrate. It took me one minute to process that Odinaka had just slapped me.
The slap was supposed to humble and shut me up but it aggravated the sharpness of my mouth and so I continued to run my mouth until Odinaka had pinned me down to the chair and had beaten me for good thirty seconds. It felt like the longest thirty seconds of my life. The whole class watched in amazement as I got battered by Odinaka and did nothing, they felt like I probably deserved it. I never raised my head in class after that day as I went on with my life like a normal student would.
Few weeks before we resumed for second semester, I applied for another school. Everyone thought Odinaka had brought the mighty to her knees. If only they knew.