I am Nigerian

Malem's POV

I heard a knock on the door, I went out to check but there was no one. I guess it was my boredom that was getting the best out of me.

I went back and laid on ny bed. I groaned loudly , not in agony or pain or anger. But sheer boredom.

I allowed my mind to drift, I was so worried about my new life here. Making friends, being the new kid and all, I hated being the new kid. I hope I did not do anything to cast  and become a laughing stock.

Translations:

Cast: it means to disgrace one's self

Laughing stock: someone that every one mocks.

I was yet to talk to Mum about getting a new Sim, or maybe I should just ask Mr rude face about it. He seemed to be in a better mood ever since our conversation in the garden.

I needed to talk to Bisandu