Tales at fego high II
Chapter one
Breakfast
The sun came out to greet humanity on this happy new day, and that was how it all began. I was at the beginning of my senior secondary school days when the feeling of one whose attraction lingered in my heart, "A fairy, she must be," stepped out in those leaned trousers hugging my legs and ruffled clothes covering my upper parts, after going through the rigors of cleaning both my body and the environment. It was really a day to remember.
The bell had rung, yet I was in my hostel, for I attended a boarding school. Hurriedly I rushed to the dining for breakfast, that day we had bread with a stew having a feel of fish,(bread with fish stew it was called). At the entrance, I sighted the girl whose thought I left the hostel with; her name was Ade.
Ade isn't the normal Cinderella beauty; she was a little bit above average: five feet; fair (but not much); well-centered eyes; a thick and well-carved nose; well-chested for her age; and, in the kind of dresses worn in those days with the butt protruding, her hips were curvy as if they were designed with a French curve. She was her usual smiling self, not taking incognito of me, whose eyes were fixed on her. There I stood motionless, till a pat on the back from my pal Mide brought me back to life, ola! He screamed, "You are blocking the way." We queued into the dining hall those days, and it was my turn to enter the hall, waiting for others to get in. On entering the hall, I lost sight of her; subconsciously, I was disturbed, and my eyes went into searching for her.
Oh! Here she sat with her friends, four tables ahead of mine, talking while she ate.
This was a girl whose thoughts give me sleepless nights, sing songs to my heart, inspire love letters that I help friends write, yet I wasn’t bold enough to tell her how I felt. She was one of the most sought-after girls in those days, but I was one of those who had a lot of friends with girls but none of my own, the master planner with no event of his own. Ade was such a beauty that even seniors wanted her; not only was she mature beyond her age and beautiful, but she was also a princess, so Princess became a name by which she was often called.
While I was taking my crunches of the loaf inserted into the waters we called stew, now my eyes were off her because I was getting tired of watching her and hunger was kicking in. Out of the blue, a hand picked the only essence of fish in my stew to eat it, raising my head to see who’d got the effrontery to carry out such. Alas !! , It was Ade; I was shocked. Though we are friends, doing so in the presence of friends, seniors, and teachers alike sends a message that wasn't there. I held her hand and dragged the fish with her; we ended up in a struggle, a playful one though; forgetting we were in the dining hall, I never knew what came over us before we spilled oil on the oncoming Mrs. Jaye. Immediately the spirit possessing us vanished. What is going on here!? She asked angrily. We both stammered. As I was summoning the courage to speak, Ade interjected, "Aunty, Ola took my fish." I was dumbfounded. Immediately, Mrs. Jaiye questioned, "Ola, did you take her fish?" My eyes were fixed on Ade, not knowing what to say.
Should I tell the truth and lose the relationship that hadn't yet started or be a man and receive the brunt of this teacher's anger all alone?
Are you deaf? Mrs. Jaye asked
Then I replied, "Huun, it was not like that" (looking at Ade's eyes). I was only playing with her. Before those words completely left my mouth, thunderous slaps landed on my face. "Follow me to the staff room!" she screamed.
At the staff room, I was kneeling, receiving various knocks as teachers went by. I was beaten and asked to cut the field for a week.
Ade never visited; once, it was hell falling in love.
A day to always remember and not regret though.
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