COLLEGE LIFE DAY 2: School resumption.
Last night was a different story. I woke up early this morning for my first day just as Janet told me, we have to be in school on time. I lazily reached out for my phone on the dresser by my bed to check the time ‘6:30 am, still early for me. If I can get ready within an hour, thirty minutes is a small time to dress up. Our bedroom was dimly lit, when I looked across my bed Janet wasn’t on her bed. I assumed she might have woken up earlier and probably gone downstairs. Living in a five-star hotel dorm tempted me into missing my first day, no, no I am not taking that chance. So I got up, took my clothes from my last bag that I haven’t sorted out, and head to the bathroom.
I’ve calculated my timing, everything I am about to do, out of thirty minutes I used fifteen minutes to shower. It was amazing, my body felt great from the warm water beating softly against my skin. After my bath, I got dressed then arrange
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"No I'm not." I told her bluntly. I was not going to be the devil's workshop in some sort of conspiracy because I wanted to stay in another man's country."Lorena I know you want this, look at this as a grand opportunity, stop fighting it.""How could you be so impossible, you yourself know we hate our guts.""I thought you hated him first?""We are not compatible." I reminded her. Janet needed to stop persuading me into things I hate it irritates me."That's why he is the perfect fit.""How does that relates with me not wanting to get married to him.""He hates you, you hate him. He wants a fake wife and you want citizenship.""Are you saying I am a gold digger?""Never Lorena. I can never call you that, you are my friend and I love you that will be so low of me to think or say.""Then what's your point?" I asked Janet, she was now getting on my nerves with her constantly pressuring me to marry Freddy as my cha
Finally, my dream to travel out of the country has become a reality. Not just to travel anywhere but outside this continent. No longer will I have to face Dupe and Dara for money issues, those girls made a laughing stock of me each time I innocently asked them for little help and even little cash. It was not like I wanted to ask them for money in the first place but with the way things turned out drastically for me and my family, I had no other choice, and I am against prostitution or stealing things to survive.I worked day and night shifts in canteens and a hospital to feed my family, though I was not the firstborn I have been of more help than my older sister has. Moshope does little hair styling and braiding at home because she needed to be watched constantly by our mother, and as the younger child we do not want her exposed to bad things of this world. But no more, and the reason is
The embarrassment I faced with the flight attendant back there compels me to hide my face throughout the whole day. It was the first time I ever took a flight anywhere, acting paranoid could be an effect of a phobia I guess, turning back was no option. I have come here to study and work and that I will fulfill. I took my bags finally after numerous checking and walked around the airport aimlessly 'where is the damn door?' I walked from corner to corner, door to another door but all I found was bathrooms or offices, how did I even get there. I tried other glass doors in front of me but I could not find any door that led outside. The crowds here were too much and the airport was large, finding the door has now become a deep search for me. "Excuse me miss?" I twisted around to find a security guard holding a walki-talki on his hand.
It looked like no one was coming so I decided to head back to the taxi but a brown hair woman was approaching me already. I waited for her to come closer still not letting my guard down.She smiled when she got closer extending her hand to me when she was in reach."Hi Miss Lorena right?"I nod my head in response."Welcome to paris how was your trip?""Manageable?" I responded."Not quite the answer I was expecting." She looked at me but still controlled her manners."It was nice don't get me wrong, just the fear of flying that's all.""Hmm I see. It's normal to get those butterfly feelings when traveling for the first time, and I see you have brought your materials.""Yes ma'am." I shook my backpack slunged on my left shoulder to show I was ready to learn."Well Miss Price unfortunately you are not resuming today.""But I brought my stuffs with me.""Yes I see that, you wi
"Oh, I'm sorry I did not mean to bump into you." I looked up at them to apologise.I heard no word from him aside from the woman who followed him. She went all crazy on me for no reason and I can't understand why. "Watch it loser, you want to smack my man to the ground?" She snapped her voice sounding like crushed powder. "But I said I was sorry, I didn't see him there neither did I see you." I tried to explain without bursting out into unnecessary fights with a stranger. "How can't you see me, with those things for eyes. I am sure you can't afford such luxury in this hotel that's why you squat with your sugar daddy. I mean look at you, your dress is awful." The strange woman gave me an odd look, her eyes judging me. That's when I sparked. God sees I tried to be cautioned, kind, polite, and friendly to this rude woman and her companion but the wig stand has gone too far and I don't think I should be quiet anymore. She has gotten me to lose my pat
Holy sweet Jesus! “Do not panic Lorena, the elevator just stopped for a second you are not dead.” I tell myself. Usually it works but today just feels different as I was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Calm down, it’s not like you are trapped.” I tried to keep my cool but my nerves were far from being cool, I just want to burst out. “Hey-” A strange voice called out, I did not need to look back I just jerked my arm forward and elbowed the person from behind. I tried to use my second arm but it was held by the stranger, out of panic I screamed and thrashed around to get away. “Hold.” He gritted. I did not listen and engaged in a battle of dominance. The stranger and I fought wildly (without direct
"Lorena?" "Lorena?" I heard the telephone beep again followed by Miss Ivy’s concerned voice. I am sure my eyes were bloodshot right now because I barely slept a wink last night. The reason for my sleepless night was the strange package sitting at my door, but why am I getting so paranoid it is not like it was a bomb. Just some meaningless word written on a stupid piece of paper, no big deal right? I tried to convince myself but I don’t feel at all convinced. "Lorena are you there? Are you still in bed by this time?" Miss Ivy spoke from the phone speaker. "Yes ma'am." I whispered softly though it sounded like I was talking to myself. "Lorena are you there?" Her voice sounded strong and alert. "Yes…" I cleared my thr