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didn't think my mum knew about my academic progress. Probably to her, I was only wearing costumes of a school

randma about my defect because she was the only who could relate. She gave me her glasses instead to use all the time. She said it was a burden on her face. I could see

to afford quality education. My dad was happy I kept doing things men his age did. He slapped blue back ( 50 naira)

e board. I walked past her to a seat, and I felt every students' eyes follow my footsteps. My ears picked some mocking giggling from some females. I knew it was about me; my trouser was the best trouser I had, and maybe in some people's houses, it was cleaning rag. My shirt had some patches, and I wouldn't blame anyone if I was called a mad man. My shoe had a worn out alignment, and a big opening which revealed m

tance from me and I didn't know why. I forgot to brush!. I stood and made for the door then someone halted me.

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ience ready to laugh, and the sun shining i

off from my mouth and sunk into their ears and they all expl

I nodded as I held

'm in the wrong class.

ted, spread my body, I almost had my chest touc

hat would do. Just go outside. Walk stra

h, " Blade? That's the name of my neighbor's dog..." I was born into the wrong family, I thought. I moved out of the building

e a stereotype for security men to

1 class?" He looked

. Shey na here you go

o move out, walk stra

ars just entering the building some minutes ago. If I had let out the flood welling up in my eyes, I would get laughed at again. The man escorted me

me briefly with her eyes. I literarily closed my eyes on my way to the vacant seat. It was like a long, unending journey. I collapsed in my seat and I saw everyone looking at me, holding back their laughter. One boy sniggered, and the others contracted it and then into a full laughter. Even the teacher revealed her smile too, but she closed her mouth

he teacher called from

nder my breath " –Or

were in my head. They sounded like spectators in a stadium. They sounded like there were a hundred thousand of them. They kept chanting, ' say it! say it! say it!' It wasn't helping. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that I had unconsciously reached the front of the class. I

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e bothering question of why it was funny seemed like it had no answer until I got the answer; it was for sharpening

eacher. Their noise distorted. I hea

me?" Finally, someone else does

r and that crimson red lipstick on those soft round lips. Her lips kept clasping and hitting each other... Her teeth kept opening and closing, and her tongue kept twirling. The words came out of her mouth kept coming out as blabs. She was the mo

ear?", I cou

I was mind-lost, she decided t

ld you I was going to explain shortly becaus

side on the others, their eyes g

hy that projection was there. I was happy through out that day. I hadn't smiled that way in a long time. The last time I was that happy was when I saw how much good money I had made. That happiness I had at that moment was pure. I didn't want it to die. When I got home, I got a old book, and instantly, I started wri