The clash of the judge’s gavel on his desk to dissolve the court session after passing out his sentence sounded like a bomb to my ear. I’ve never for once imagined that the sound of the gavel could be the most unpleasant sound my ear would be opportuned to hear.
My life was just ruined in front of everyone after months of postponing the case.
I turned to face my mom and she had already broken down in tears with my dad beside her consoling her.
I looked at barrister Mike and he was busy arranging the documents on his desk, he didn’t even flinch after he promised me and my parents that he was going to get me out unscathed.
His huge payment was derived from loan from friends and foe.
The judge with his protruding belly stepped out of the court after he’s successfully ruined my life.
I cursed the day I clocked eighteen years of age as I reviewed what would have happened if I was less of age in my mind.
” you’ll die there, my daughter’s spirit won’t let you have rest, you’ll rot in your grave soon ” sequence of curse flew out of Mrs Kajola’s mouth uncontrollably as Mr Kajola and the policemen did a great job in making sure she didn’t get closer to me, and I was grateful for this because the scars from her teeth on my back on our first encounter is sure to stay for eternity .
After Mrs Kajola was dragged out of the court by her husband, the policemen ushe red me out of the stand , placed an handcuff on my wrist before they led me outside, with guns in their hands like I was some sort of notorious arm robber or assassin.
I expected mom to get violent and try to pull me away from the police but she’s just sitting down, shedding tears, dad wouldn’t even dare look at my face, I was a disgrace to the family and I was sure my dad was present in the court because of my mom, to be of support to her and I knew all he’s been doing was due to the influence of my mom. He was a disciplinarian who won’t even budge from his principle because I’m his only child. He would rather destroy me with beating rather than spare the rod, I sometimes think my mom brought me in as a bastard but I realised why he’s been like that since I’ve been sleeping inside a room filled with different type of disgusting beings, all of them stinking like they’re recovered from sewage. A room where you’ll think mosquitoes are been funded to deal with us thoroughly in the night. During the months the case went on, I’ve got to like beans which I disliked due to constant feeding on it. I always eat different meal from the family every time mom prepare beans because it was dad’s favourite. Beans prepared well by the best chef in the world with adequate ingredients and tenderness didn’t get my approval but I’ve been feasting fervently on the one that looked like a two year old cooked it and always forget to add pepper, palm oil and salt.
My worst meal metamorphosed into my best one and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I had become a celebrity during the time the case was still on. Never had I stepped out of the court and not meet swarm of reporters waiting for me like they’re also doing now, waiting for me to show my face after the wait was finally over. Judgement finally dished out on a platter of gold.
I was left with no zeal to reply any reporter’s question as they all tried to get my voice on the recorders in their hands as different questions was up in the air for grab.
The police uphold their habitual moral talk of been the citizen’s friend by helping me clear way through the reporters as I lowered my head in shame.
If not for the handcuff on my wrist, I would have covered my face in shame.
I was pushed into the back of the van which had conveyed me to the court.
I sunk into the seat and my heart also did as the memory of what led to my travail filled my mind.
I was a normal teenager who made Facebook and WhatsApp my companion as I hoped to get into the university of my choice which was federal university of technology Akure ( FUTA)
I lost my chance of getting admitted on my first trial to study the course of my choice because of a point. I was offered another course but I wasn’t ready to settle for it and decided to try my luck next time.
During the time of waiting for another year, I joined different fun group on Fb and with my level of consistency of posting jokes and different funny stuffs I get on different platforms, I became popular on some groups that I was even added as moderator or admin.
A year passed by and I sat for another exam, with determination and hard work, I beat the cutoff point with thirty three points.
Even without the school releasing the list of students admitted, I knew I was already in .
My parents aren’t rich but they’re okay to sponsor two children education without going hungry and luckily for them, I was the only child which means less expenses.
Mom was a teacher in a public secondary school and also had a tailor shop where her apprentices handle the activities there till afternoon when she close from school while dad owned a pharmacy shop where I always help him out and also got the passion to study pharmacy .
The school released admission list and I was admitted.
When it was resumption date, I got the moral talk and blessing from my parents before the bus shattered by dad took mom and I to the school with everything I needed.
During my first year I met and dated Precious who thought me everything I knew about sex .
My activities on Fb was limited but I still make sure I always squeeze time to make some posts in order not to lose my relevancy, sometimes I make jokes about how school life is stressful and some funny things that happened in school.
I clocked eighteen during my second year in the school and during this time Precious was no longer attending the school again and I was back to been single and made no attempt to get hooked up with any girl again as I devoted the time for girls to Facebook .
I made a post on a group a day for people to comment the state they’re living and find those living closer to their place.
A girl commented she’s staying in Oyo state, precisely in Ibadan.
I got attracted to her comment because I resided in Ibadan, precisely in Olodo where dad build a moderate bungalow and she’s also beautiful and gorgeous.
I went through her photos and saw that she’s an epitome beauty without the usage of snapchat filter or makeup.
I replied her comment and told her that I was also staying in Ibadan, I later slid into her DM and we continued chatting. She told me her name was Sarah Kajola and she’s schooling in UI , her parent’s house was situated around Iwo
I was very delighted at this because from her place to my house wouldn’t cost her two hundred naira for tro and fro.
We got acquainted with each other and that’s when she informed me that she always find solace in my posts, and she’s been crushing on me.
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