TRAUMA
(Pains of love)
WRITER: NOBLEQUEEN NYONG
08164066271
:
SEASON ONE
EPISODE ONE
* * *
The alarm clock that woke me up
sounded so jarring, loud and
annoying as usual. I quickly sat up on
my bed and switched it off
immediately. Just as I was about
lying back on my bed, I heard my
mum’s footsteps coming towards my
room.
“I wonder if this woman doesn’t
sleep at all,” I hissed, got out of bed
and ran to the toilet…
My name is Becky James. I’m
fourteen years old and today being
monday was actually going to be my
first day in Ss1 in my school,
PRESTIGIOUS INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL.
My father died when I was in Jss2,
thus leaving me alone with my
mother coz I am the only child. I’m
fair in complexion, a very beautiful
girl with beautiful curves too.
Enough about myself for now, you
will get to know me as the story
progresses…
:
BACK TO MY ROOM
:
By the time I walked back into my
room, my mum was seated right on
my bed which had on it a nice pink
bedsheet that fell to the floor. On
the bedside stool was my alarm
clock and a photograph of me and
my family when I was four. My room
always looked spick and span coz I
love serenity…
“Goodmorning mum,” I smiled and
sat beside her.
“Becky! You ran to the toilet because
you knew I was coming to wake you
up?” She said almost like a question.
“But mum…”
“Shh!” mother interrupted. “Get
ready for school right away,” she
ordered.
I frowned immediately. I hated
school because I didn’t have many
friends and my teachers didn’t really
like me, though I am very intelligent
but maybe because am not a friendly
type and don’t really speak unless
am being spoken to…
“I don’t want to go to school today
mum,” I began.
“You and I know very well I won’t let
you stay here,” Mum said and stood
up.
“I will mum.”
“No you won’t.”
“Mum!”
“Daughter!”
I sighed and smiled a bit. “You won
again,” I stood up too.
“Mum always wins, now get ready
and come downstairs for breakfast.”
she hugged me briefly and left the
room.
“I just wish all those small boys will
allow me to rest today,” I
soliloquized as I pulled off my
nightie, threw them on the bed and
left for the bathroom which was a
large room, joined with the toilet…
I sang and whistled while I bath and
also thought of many things too.
Minutes later, I was out of the
bathroom. I kept smiling as I applied
cream to my body and dressed up.
Then I stood before the mirror and
stared at myself in my school
uniform which was a dark blue skirt
with two pleatings at the front and
back with a white long sleeve shirt
and dark blue half jacket. On my legs
were clean white shocks and black
sandals to match. My hair was tied to
the back with a bun just as we were
taught to do in school but unlike
others, my skirt waist band was quite
big and as mum would say, “To cover
your waist very well.”
I picked up my school bag from the
bed which were already loaded with
mum’s old Ss1 text books and new
exercise books. Though the bag was
quite heavy but I didn’t mind. I
slunged the bag on my left shoulder,
wore a little perfume and picked my
handkerchief and wristwatch from
the bed and left the room…
As I climbed down the stairs, I kept
trying to put on my wristwatch
which was a birthday gift from my
mother when I clocked fourteen.
Finally I was infront of the dining
table. I wore the watch and dropped
my bag on the chair my dad used to
sit on before he died and sat on
another chair.
Breakfast was tea and bread with
fried plantain and eggs. “My mum is
the best,” I smiled at my mum who
just walked in through the door with
five hundred naira in her hands
which she normally gave me for
lunch during break though I never
always used it except we have extra
lessons.
Mum smiled and put the money in
my side school bag, then pecked me
on the cheek which was filled with
bread and egg. “My daughter is the
best too,” she said while I smiled
again and nodded…
“Oops mum, I’ll be late,” I said as I
pushed the dining chair backwards
and stood up while mum picked up
the serviette and wiped my mouth.
I drank a little water, carried my bag
and slung it on my shoulder, then
hugged mum and bade her goodbye
while she walked me to the front
door and wished me a great day in
school…
:
OUTSIDE…
As I walked along the path that led to
my school which was only twenty
minutes walk, I thought about my
father and how he used to drive me
to school. I missed him a lot and my
mum was always trying very hard to
make sure I lacked nothing.
Just then, David, a boy who lived two
houses behind us walked beside me
which irritated me a lot.
“Goodmorning pretty,” he greeted in
his deep sonorous voice but I
ignored him and walked on.
“Hey its polite to answer to a
greeting,” he added.
I turned to face him, “I believe am
old enough to know whats polite
and not, so please, would you let me
be?” I asked already feeling very
angry…
.
T.B.C
(Pains of love)
WRITER: NOBLEQUEEN NYONG
08164066271
:
SEASON ONE
EPISODE ONE
* * *
The alarm clock that woke me up
sounded so jarring, loud and
annoying as usual. I quickly sat up on
my bed and switched it off
immediately. Just as I was about
lying back on my bed, I heard my
mum’s footsteps coming towards my
room.
“I wonder if this woman doesn’t
sleep at all,” I hissed, got out of bed
and ran to the toilet…
My name is Becky James. I’m
fourteen years old and today being
monday was actually going to be my
first day in Ss1 in my school,
PRESTIGIOUS INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL.
My father died when I was in Jss2,
thus leaving me alone with my
mother coz I am the only child. I’m
fair in complexion, a very beautiful
girl with beautiful curves too.
Enough about myself for now, you
will get to know me as the story
progresses…
:
BACK TO MY ROOM
:
By the time I walked back into my
room, my mum was seated right on
my bed which had on it a nice pink
bedsheet that fell to the floor. On
the bedside stool was my alarm
clock and a photograph of me and
my family when I was four. My room
always looked spick and span coz I
love serenity…
“Goodmorning mum,” I smiled and
sat beside her.
“Becky! You ran to the toilet because
you knew I was coming to wake you
up?” She said almost like a question.
“But mum…”
“Shh!” mother interrupted. “Get
ready for school right away,” she
ordered.
I frowned immediately. I hated
school because I didn’t have many
friends and my teachers didn’t really
like me, though I am very intelligent
but maybe because am not a friendly
type and don’t really speak unless
am being spoken to…
“I don’t want to go to school today
mum,” I began.
“You and I know very well I won’t let
you stay here,” Mum said and stood
up.
“I will mum.”
“No you won’t.”
“Mum!”
“Daughter!”
I sighed and smiled a bit. “You won
again,” I stood up too.
“Mum always wins, now get ready
and come downstairs for breakfast.”
she hugged me briefly and left the
room.
“I just wish all those small boys will
allow me to rest today,” I
soliloquized as I pulled off my
nightie, threw them on the bed and
left for the bathroom which was a
large room, joined with the toilet…
I sang and whistled while I bath and
also thought of many things too.
Minutes later, I was out of the
bathroom. I kept smiling as I applied
cream to my body and dressed up.
Then I stood before the mirror and
stared at myself in my school
uniform which was a dark blue skirt
with two pleatings at the front and
back with a white long sleeve shirt
and dark blue half jacket. On my legs
were clean white shocks and black
sandals to match. My hair was tied to
the back with a bun just as we were
taught to do in school but unlike
others, my skirt waist band was quite
big and as mum would say, “To cover
your waist very well.”
I picked up my school bag from the
bed which were already loaded with
mum’s old Ss1 text books and new
exercise books. Though the bag was
quite heavy but I didn’t mind. I
slunged the bag on my left shoulder,
wore a little perfume and picked my
handkerchief and wristwatch from
the bed and left the room…
As I climbed down the stairs, I kept
trying to put on my wristwatch
which was a birthday gift from my
mother when I clocked fourteen.
Finally I was infront of the dining
table. I wore the watch and dropped
my bag on the chair my dad used to
sit on before he died and sat on
another chair.
Breakfast was tea and bread with
fried plantain and eggs. “My mum is
the best,” I smiled at my mum who
just walked in through the door with
five hundred naira in her hands
which she normally gave me for
lunch during break though I never
always used it except we have extra
lessons.
Mum smiled and put the money in
my side school bag, then pecked me
on the cheek which was filled with
bread and egg. “My daughter is the
best too,” she said while I smiled
again and nodded…
“Oops mum, I’ll be late,” I said as I
pushed the dining chair backwards
and stood up while mum picked up
the serviette and wiped my mouth.
I drank a little water, carried my bag
and slung it on my shoulder, then
hugged mum and bade her goodbye
while she walked me to the front
door and wished me a great day in
school…
:
OUTSIDE…
As I walked along the path that led to
my school which was only twenty
minutes walk, I thought about my
father and how he used to drive me
to school. I missed him a lot and my
mum was always trying very hard to
make sure I lacked nothing.
Just then, David, a boy who lived two
houses behind us walked beside me
which irritated me a lot.
“Goodmorning pretty,” he greeted in
his deep sonorous voice but I
ignored him and walked on.
“Hey its polite to answer to a
greeting,” he added.
I turned to face him, “I believe am
old enough to know whats polite
and not, so please, would you let me
be?” I asked already feeling very
angry…
.
T.B.C
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