Thursday, 12 September 2013

Continuation.....Summer "97"

It was the 9th of september 1997, Bukola Ademola's birthday, i can bet i did not sleep the previous night.....I packed all my party things inside my knapsack, in my excitement i broke my knapsack ... Mogbe!! i almost started to cry, how would i attend the anticipated party without a knapsack?? i rushed to the other room in search of my cousin Rita, whom i gave the sad face and she asked me what was wrong. I told her i had a party but i just broke my knapsack! she hurriedly brought out the stuff in her own knapsack and proceeded to style me for my party......Now you see Rita is not my mate at all but she and i are as cool as cucumber and melon......When i was in primary six Rita was in SS3 so you can calculate the age difference. I told her i was going to get dressed at Folake's house and that Folake's daddy's driver would take us for the party   (lies from the pit of hell). As i was chatting with my cousin, Yetunde arrived all dressed in a very beautiful flowery spaghetti dress, trainers looking boots and a very shinny black knapsack. Rita looked at me and told me to start getting dressed ........so i wore my lumberjack, extremely short flared skirt that had suspenders attached to it, a long sleeved white with black stripes jumper top, and my spice girls black and white trainers like boot, with my newly borrowed knapsack.

Friday, 6 September 2013

Summer "97"

It was summer 1997, i had just  written my junior WEAC, waiting for the result to come out, i had no fear in me because i studied very hard thanks to my brother. Yetunde, Folake and i had serious plans for that summer........ i can never forget that summer *sigh*. Bukola Ademola's birthday was happening that summer and we all had plans. We had been planning for the party from the beginning of the year, we would all sit around in school and gist about what to wear for the party. Folake, Yetunde and i enrolled in one summer school, although we used to call it lesson back in the day, not the tush "summer school" that they call it now. It was called Offshore or something sha i cant remember.......against my mothers wish...... she wanted me to stay with her in that dead town called Festac town and have that my extremely dry and judgmental lesson teacher called Uncle Wole to tutor me to the next level.......how very boring *yawns* . 

I cried, begged and used my famous emotion blackmail card (which never works) on my mum to allow me go to my aunt's house in Surulere where all the good life tinz were happening. I looked my mum in the eye with a very sorrowful look on my face and asked her: mummy, do you want me to be happy, she looked back at me with an eyebrow raised suspiciously and said of cause i want you to be happy, then i replied her that she would allow me live my life........at 14??? who dash you life?? i will slap the spit out of that child...........My mother gave me the ''are you stupid look'' and screamed at me: go and clean that pomo and grind that pepper i want to go and pray, ode buruku!!! then she mimicked my voice "then you should allow me live my life" she finished off with a very winshly laughter and clapped her hands in the process.......hey i don't sound like that jo...... i thought to my self....... I did all i had to do that day and worked my magic on my brother, i asked him if he wasn't going to Surulere, he looked at me suspiciously and asked me Kilode?? (meaning WHAT) like i was pestering him.....which i had been doing the whole day..... i looked at him and started laughing, we both started laughing. He started pushing me out of his room and at the same time was screaming mummy Yewande is disturbing me!! at that point i told him to stop screaming that mummy was praying and i stuck out my tongue at him and told him he was dead.....because my mum does not like to be disturbed when praying....... my brother started punching, shoving and pushing me out of his room which made the both of us laugh really hard......I started begging him and promising to massage his leg and scratch his back for him for hours if he would only hear me out. I told him Festac was boring that we should go to Surulere, he looked at me and told me to go na........I told him about my mother's plans for me that holiday and at that point i started scratching his back.....I told him mummy would never allow me to go to Surulere by myself, i cajoled him, i blackmailed him, i cried him a river...... anything to get out of Festac.

Yetunde and i entered bus to Folake's house in shitta it was our first day of summer school.....coming from a girls' only school, sitting in the same room with boys your age was like winning 50billion Dollars *sigh*.......it was heavenly. Yetunde had baby curls on her head, she had the Aniter Baker hair style, I had a beautiful synthetic short fringe Cleopatra style shinny wig, and Folake fixed her hair......we were feeling totally fly......We settled in nicely.