Acceptance of Interracial Love

“You get a scholarship into one of the biggest and best schools in the country and the one  thing you can do to help yourself is get into a fight week by week, Monifa Olu tell me what exactly your problem is?” Mrs Naomi Olu asks her daughter in a fit of rage while Mr Tayo Olu tries to hold his wife back in order calm her down.

   Monifa what exactly is the problem you know you can talk to us about anything we are your parents,In your 1st month in GEORGE HILLS COLLEGE we’ve been called in thrice by your School Council, don’t  mind your mothers exaggeration, you know our family’s pockets aren’t so full.If not for “The Smith’s” that put in a good word for us and also helped us out with their connections you wouldn’t be able to attend such a reputable College. So why are you letting our family down with this newly developed nasty behavior of yours? Monifa’s dad asks

   First of all you give me a very rare and weird African name because you want to remember our roots, I’m the only scholarship student in  GEORGE HILLS COLLEGE of all schools, my hair and this stupid Afro texture and lastly in case you didn’t notice I’M A FREAKING BLACK GIRL! not just any black girl a dusty ass maids and bodyguards black daughter. Do you know how much I suffer, i get bullied cause my hair’s in this texture the other girls even go as far as saying my hair is like a helmet and they proceed to throw stuff at my hair. Let’s talk about the name Monifa what the hell is that? I get called “Momo Monkey with a helmet on”. Do you expect me to just sit back and watch them beat me up? And when i fight back it’s all my fault and they never get blamed, you wanna know why? Cause both of you are so poor and we don’t have a reputation without the Smiths, and also it’s  not my fault y’all are so poor that you have to be at the mercy of the SMITHS. I’m going to keep fighting back for as long as I can, so expect to be called in by the School Council  a few more times.

 Monifa go to your room right now before I make you regret those words and you better drop your phone and laptop on the table cause girl you’re grounded,And this better be the last time you ever get into a fight with anyone else at school cause the next time you do I’ll make sure I give you a better opponent to fight and just so you  that’ll be me, you’ll fighting your own mother since you’re so grown now.

   Monifa stands there with tears in her eyes and a big look of disappointment as she stares at her mother and father. How is any of this my fault? she screams and the top of her voice, both of you don’t understand me one bit and you never  try to. And you always say I can  tell both of you anything but in the end y’all are bloody liars that don’t ever do anything to help me out. you can have the gadgets I don’t need them anyway  I’ll be up in my room making music and crying my heart out since y’all care so much. Monifa Storms out of the living room and immediately she leaves Mrs Naomi bursts  out in tears, she gives her husband a really tight hug as she grabs unto his shirt really tight trying to reduce the sound of her crying. Where did we go wrong? she asks her husband with tears In her eyes, it’s not even Moni’s fault and we can’t do anything to help her out. It’s okay my love things will only get better don’t loose hope Mr Olu says trying to comfort his wife with those soft words.

    Hello reader I’m Monifa my parents call me Moni for short,I know you’re wondering who the Smiths are so I’ll fill you in on the details. Mr and Mrs Smith are my parents bosses,Mr Smith is the CEO to a multimillionaire tech Company and Mrs Smith owns one of the biggest makeup brands,My mom is a maid at the Smiths mansion and my dad is Mr Smiths most  trustworthy bodyguard,to repay my parents hard work Mr and Mrs Smith put in a good word for me and landed me a scholarship at GEORGE HILLS COLLEGE. I hate to feel indebted to them but the only reason I agreed to take the exams, accept the scholarship and attend the school is because I get to be closer to my one true love RYAN SMITH, the 21 year old son of Mr and Mrs Smith….now I know this sounds crazy and it’ll never work out but I love to see and be close to him, just knowing he’s around me is more than enough to make me feel like flying I’m over the moon. Ryan is one of the reasons I love to accompany my mom to work at the Smith mansion, and I don’t mind helping her out to do a little cleaning here and there it just gives me great joy knowing that I get to clean places Ryan has probably touched. Even though we’ve never had the opportunity to say the slightest words to each other like “Hello” or “Hey”….my love for Ryan continues to grow as the minutes, hours and days pass by. *Mr Olu gives a soft knock on the door and he proceeds to open it a little* Hello my little Princess how are you? He says. I’m sorry about yesterday you know your mom and I love you so much and we only want what’s best for you,and also we didn’t give you a weird name just to remember our roots, your name’s a Yoruba name that means “I am lucky” you’re such a lucky child and you bring so much Goodluck to your Mom and,so don’t worry about what the other people at school have to say about you okay, and your beautiful melanin skin shines so bright they look just like pearls, your Afro is your crown so pay no attention to what anyone says because you look like a real life princess that walked out of a Disney story …now cheer up and make sure you stay out of trouble at school, now come give daddy a hug my little  princess….Now get dressed and accompany your mom to work you know it’s Saturday and she’ll need all the help she can get working at the Smiths.. Alright dad,like I said I love helping my mom out at the Smiths….Time to smell nice, put on a pretty outfit and style my fro. That’s all it takes and I’m finally ready to go work for the love of my life.

   We arrive at the Smiths mansion and my mom and I get to work…. While I clean the windows I imagine my dearest Ryan running to me and giving me a very tight hug with a bright smile on his face, and my fantasies are causing me to slow down and do a very lousy job cleaning the windows . Monifa what exactly is wrong with you, you better clean those windows properly and be fast about it you naughty girl, i’m heading upstairs to clean the bedrooms okay, you hurry so we’ll get home quickly . Alright go ahead mom… immediately my mom leaves I snap out of my fantasy and I proceed to clean the windows  diligently, and the next thing I get a push from behind and the  dirty swine that pushed me ran away without an apology I didn’t even get the to see the face of the culprit because I grabbed unto the dropping curtain but that was useless because it caused the curtain fall on me. while I was struggling to get a grasp of what just happened. I felt big warm arms wrapped around my waist trying to lift me up the ground, i couldn’t see his face at all cause the curtain was still over my face…he lifts me up in his arms and I place my hand on his chest to support myself, I could  feel his heart race gently and his amazing scent that took over the entire room was something to remember. He moved the curtain away from my face gently and he asks “Are you okay?” I life my face up and I look straight in his eyes. it was RYAN!,MY RYAN,THEE RYAN SMITH HIMSELF.