Bespectacled

he didn't flinch. A closer look, it was the lady who was burden, strapped her legs round his midsection and belted her hands round his neck. They kept biting and eating their li

lady. Immediately, resemblance flushed in my brain. That was my mum! The man wasn't my Dad. My heart started over- working and I was afraid I was going to fall and black out. She gave me the most scornful look that could detac

care there

ut asking why it was open, and mosquitoes were freely making there way in... but the noise he was hearing stopped his words halfway; He skipped steps towards the door and busted in. The door closed behind him, I began to hear him scream angrily at the two. Different noises came from the room. From what I presumed must have been happening behind that door, my Dad was beating the crap out of him, because I could hear my mum telling my Dad to stop hitting him. My brother rolled over his belly, He was asleep on the floor. He slapped a disturbing mosquito against his cheek, he f

ng else. Grandma choked on the smoke. From the episodes of frightening coughs, wheezing, complaints of headaches and belly pains, there were perhaps latent diseases we didn't know

shake wetin I have for them!" She bellowed in pidgin tongue. Grandma nudged her and told her to wear some clothes; the old w

A for YOU. I think it had to do with her profession and som

eaving that day. I looked at the clock - the only thing which seemed to remain in good shape, because it hung on the

say goodbye?!" Sh

, I wondered why my Grandma couldn't be a responsible adult. My mum always told her to hold her tongue and never interfere in her matters, and Grandma would sheepishly agree. My mind would eventually resolve that it was old age. All these drama happened in a poorly lit room by a hurricane lantern, losing light, wi

as

was almost dead. In it's weak light, It revea

sleep. The light only made me see a part of her face. Next to me, was my brother, marooned on the rug. They both didn't hear the noise. I turned out

leaving me with my boxer short; it was my third time wearing it that week. I was going to wear it again so I spread it on the burglar proof. I took a whiff of it, and it smelt like urine. No, not agai

sn't much left. The remaining stood erect and took the shape of a toilet brush; I dipped it into the sachet toothpaste which

ut I failed. Then I remembered I didn't have my glasses on. I went back to the spot I slept in, I wore the bifocals to have a better view, and that time I saw that it was a Coke bottle that shattered on the ground. Who drank coke? I had only drank that cola drink only twice ever... At that time though. Only the dregs in the bottle, that I managed to see in crates; the one outside

bag towards the window so that I could see. I closed and enclosed the rip with stitches a couple of times and

ays. We both knew she shouldn't have asked a kid whose dad left the prev

expecting more questions but

someone would raise my head. I wanted that teacher to do it. The air that swept past against the little strands on my bald head felt like the other students slapping my he

E MISS

get to know her name. When I was trying to wrap my head around it, someone's hand touched my shoulder.

okay?" The

s your seat? Le

w that you were down and I thou

ine. Thank yo

said, stretching her h

was embarrassing,

-dead ( meaning ravishing). She had the skin of a peach and the color of mango when it's naked. She smelt of her shampoo; had a soft voice like the purr of a happy cat and eyes of the color of a shedded cockroach's wing. I could see the

He

of two or three other boys. They arranged themselves behind hi

other boys laughed in respect for the one

oot." Lola s

said but he paused when Lola stopped the

s two things; it was either she had an influen

mind tha

stick to Lola. The noise surrounding us drowned when the teacher entered. Lola moved to the chair n

ren't with me, same with Lola. I tu

t here." I was re

my chair and I caught Raheem giving me one of those looks that said many bad things. Th

name?", I hoped her ni

d her as showstopping and a hot teacher. I began to wonder what kind of feeling I

, I had that name somewhere but I couldn