ATROCITIES

My daughter, there is something I want us to talk about. Mom woke me up from my sleep early in the morning and said.

I'm all ears mom, make it snappy, I need to go back to sleep. I responded sleepily.

My daughter, you know I always want the best for you. I hate to see your sister flourishing more than you. You must be on your feet and grab the best out of your life. Mom advised with all seriousness.

Awwww mummy, I'm so proud of you, thanks so much for being there for me all the time. I responded happily.

Anyway, my name is Baaba Benson, the second daughter and the last born of Mr and Mrs Benson Hayford.

I was born into a rich family, hence, very saucy and proud. I was my parents most pampered and spoilt child.

One thing I hated most was going to school. I didn't see the reason why I should worry myself working nor schooling to get money in the future.

My mother persuaded me with words of honey to get a tertiary educational background after Senior High School.

Though my grades were poor, they still managed to gain admission for me into a university with their wealth and fame.

I was feeling reluctant to go to school because I didn't know the benefits.

My mother sat me down one afternoon when my father had gone out to work.

Baaba, I know it isn't your will to continue with your education, but I'm pleading with you to do it for me.

We are very rich and famous, and it will be a disgrace on our part to allow our daughter to be tagged as an illiterate.

Look at your sister Eve, she's almost done with her tertiary education and everyone in this vicinity admires her.

I'm begging you Baaba, just do this for the love you have for me. Mummy pleaded.

I've heard you mummy, but please promise me that, after the tertiary education, you won't bother me with education stuff again. I said.

I promise you my daughter.

This is the last time I'm begging you concerning education. She assured.

I packed bag and baggage and prepared for school.

My father drove me to the school and walked me into the chancellor's office.

The chancellor knew my father as the renowned lawyer in the country so he gave me the best treatment on campus.

I was rich and saucy. No one dared talk to me without my permission.

I will humiliate you no matter who you are.

Guys got scared of me.

I made only one friend who was a lady.

I chose her because she was beautiful and hardworking.

She worshipped my feet.

My best friend Cindy, did almost everything for me on campus.

She washed, cooked, and cleaned my room every other day after lectures.

I also made sure to make her feel appreciated.

I took her to shopping every week.

From dresses to classy shoes, from shoes to provisions.

Cindy really loved being with me.

One evening after lectures, she came into my room for a conversation.

Baaba, there is something I want us to talk about, promise you ain't going to flare up. She said.

Talk to me Cindy, you and I know I don't easily get angry with sweet people like you. I said playfully.

Baaba, people have been approaching me on your saucy attitude towards them on campus.

I am therefore pleading with you to cut down on that. Cindy said.

Cindy, I wish there is something I could do about it, but unfortunately, there isn't.

Cindy, the truth of the matter is that, I hate ugly and broke people.

And almost every one that approaches me is either broke or ugly.

What do you expect me to do?

Nothing than to insult them and walk away. I responded.

Baaba, there is something you must understand, and that is, not everyone can be like you.

Indeed, you are beautiful, powerful and above all rich, but that doesn't mean you should look down on everyone that cannot be like you.

In fact Baaba, if you continuously do this, I will have no option than to quit friendship with you. Cindy threatened.

Come on Cindy, it has not gotten to this, just chill. I pleaded.

Alright, don't worry, I promise to be tolerant to broke people but not the ugly ones. Is that ok by you? I asked.

If you say so Baaba, it's better than combining both. Cindy responded.

Since the chancellor was my father's good friend, he most times invited me to his home to have dinner with his family.

My stay on campus was full of fun and swag.