my life at lawanson hign school
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‘Lase Adesina is a young Nigerian girl who goes to school at Lawanson High school. Like most people, she falls under the category of shy, unpopular girls, the ones that the boys don’t chase after.
Follow Lase as she passes through high school, coupled with the problems she faces at home with an irresponsible father and a frustrated mother.
This story is going to be based in Nigeria. I’ll try not to use too much vernacular though, for the sake of my foreign readers.
Basically this story is about the things that happen at Nigerian high schools.
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“I’ll take no excuse from any one of you this time around, if you don’t do your assignment I’ll beat you well,” our Civic Studies teacher threatened, just as the bell rang. We all replied with our usual groans, not even taking the time to say actual words. It was an empty threat though, because afterall, it’s Mr Kenneth, our Civic Studies teacher. He didn’t even have enough self esteem to look at some of the students in the eye. Someone that would think you’re talking about his ugly shirt when he catches you talking in class. Yep, that’s how low his self esteem was.
I couldn’t wait for him to leave the class and I was sure every other student in the class was feeling the same, some were even sleeping, laying their heads on their desks. I knew I would find time to talk well in the next period because we had computer and Mr Lanre wasn’t gonna come to class, that was sure. For all I knew he was probably eating or flirting with Miss Wura, the Catering Trade teacher.
“Those I punished can sit down,” he said again, to almost nobody in particular. Mr Kenneth was so disrespected that when he punished someone, after two minutes the person actually sat down back, without asking for a release. Nobody respected him, he was just like the P.E teacher.
I honestly couldn’t wait for him to leave already, after all it was the first day of school and I had to gist with my friends about everything that happened during the holiday but of course, who else but Mr Kennedy would give a stupid assignment, on the first day of school? Nobody. And the assignment was to answer the essay questions of last term’s exams. I wondered how I would do the assignment, because I was sure I had misplaced my question paper.
Really I don’t know how these teachers expect us to keep past questions.
I decided I’d probably just not do it at all or copy from Doyin, my friend.
Talking about friends, let me tell you all about my school. First of all, my name is Lase Adesina. I was sixteen years old like most of my mates, except some old men in my class that had probably repeated a class about three times at some point in their lives. But that’s not my problem.
I wasn’t tall, but I wasn’t not short either. I was caramel-skinned and I had short black hair, well it wasn’t all that short but it wasn’t something you could find on a “curlyhairdontcare” Instagram page, where they celebrate black girls with amazing natural hair. I wasn’t qualified. I had a younger sister named Ronke in Jss3, while I was in Sss2. I lived with my parents, Mr and Mrs Adesina in our three bedroom flat in Ogba. Our house was not all that beautiful, though. We weren’t rich, but we didn’t beg either. Our surname was Adesina because, according to the little knowledge I had, my father’s extended family is royal, or should I say was, because when it got to his turn to become king, he got cheated by some rich dude. That was why he was what he was now. Point blank, my father was a hopeless drunkard. From my mummy’s silent tears, I had gathered he also employed the services of prostitutes.
My father wasn’t always like this. Tall, dark skinned and handsome, he was almost a perfect father. But ever since he got cheated out of his birthright, he became withdrawn and depressed, and so he resulted to drinking. Knowing that it would take years, even generations for the kingship to come back to his family because we his children are female doubled his frustration. Come to think of it, I didn’t know why he was so bothered with not getting the post. Afterall, being a king means serving the people and if the people said they didn’t require his services, there shouldn’t have been any fighting about that. Unless of course, he had ulterior motives like every normal Nigerian man seeking a leadership post. Yes, that had to be the reason.February 28, 2018 at 11:29 pm #1185341
“Oh my God Lase!” I heard, snapping out of my thoughts. The class was already rowdy, with various groups of people talking about their holiday. It was Teni that spoke, one of my friends. She probably heard something from Doyin, my other friend. My little squad consisted of me, Doyin, Teni and Bolu. We also had some other guy friends that were Michael and Akin. That was it, no one else was involved.
“What?”I asked, trying to pick understand what Doyin was saying.
“Akin said Stephanie’s nudes got leaked!” She exclaimed.
How did I not know this? If her nudes got leaked I most likely would have heard it from someone because I was active on social media. Except of course, she tried to minimise the circulation of the news but somehow Akin heard. No surprise there though, Akin was friends with Ayo and his friends so he would have heard the news and trust me, nothing got past those people.
I wasn’t surprised that Doyin didn’t know about this though, because her parents for some reason hadn’t bought her a smartphone. They were the very religious Christian family type and Doyin only came out of her shell when she was with us.
“Are you guys for real? How did I know not this? When did it happen,” I asked, all at once, my eyed darting between Doyin and Akin.
Before Akin got a chance to answer, I already asked again, “how did you know?” Although I already knew the answer but I just wanted to double check.
“They didn’t even want anybody to know. If not that I’m friends with Ayo and the rest I wouldn’t have known too,” He explained.
Wow, that’s tragic, I thought. To me, the worst thing that could happen to a girl my age is to send nudes and have the thing backfire. Your life would never remain the same again.
“What body parts though? And who did she send them to?” I asked again.
“Trust Lase to want to hear the full details,” Teni said giggling, while Bolu just stared at Akin, waiting for him to talk. Bolu was a real gist monger, she was even worse than me.
“She sent it to Ayo.” He began laughing, “you know the guy never liked her, till today he doesn’t still like her, yet she tries everything to make him want her. The height of it was when she sent him naked pictures of her b-----s to him, and he got so infuriated and sent it to our WhatsApp group chat,” he informed. I had heard about that group chat, where girls got ranked by their beauty and “assets” and s--t went down. It was said that no girl could read the chats or she would be surprised at how much her life had been destroyed by even the boys she thought liked her the most. But I knew Akin and Michael couldn’t do that to me, or could they?
You can’t ever trust boys.
“Her b-----s? Was her face also in view?” I asked.
“Everything oh, including her face,
babe” he replied.
Wow. Maybe finally, she would calm down and stop acting like a proud b---h. Yes, in case you never knew, just like there’s the proud girl in American high schools, there were those girls here as well, and Stephanie was part of them. In fact, she was the queen. Stephanie Dosunmu, the one every boy wanted to “press” at the back of the uncompleted building. Her and her two friends, or allies, Linda and Mide, they were the SSS2s that our seniors used to chase all the time, and Stephanie has dated about four of them, and counting. Despite this, she still desperately wanted Ayo and I didn’t understand why. More importantly, I didn’t understand why Ayo didn’t want her back. The boys in our class would gladly steal their father’s salaries and give her, just for an hour of intense make out. But Ayo didn’t want this, and I really wondered why.
“Ew,” was all I could mutter. I looked around the class, trying to find her and see the look on her light skinned face, but I noticed she wasn’t in class.
“She’s not in class,” I announced.
“Maybe she has gone to cry in the toilet,” Bolu said, humour lining her tone. “Seeing as Linda and Mide are not here either.”
I checked and saw that this was true.
Suddenly, Akin and Teni turned their attention to the door. I wondered why and I myself looked to satisfy my curiosity. Approaching the class was Stephanie and her two friends, her in the front with with a tissue in hand and red puffy eyes and the other two at the back of her.March 1, 2018 at 5:40 am #1185360