Chapter 1
My name is Ziora, Zioranachidimma Uchenna actually; I am the first and only child of Mr. & Mrs. Offor Uchenna. Why they decided to have one child, I can’t comprehend but its perks that I can manage; “Ziora!”“Why yell?” You may ask; I ask thatbut you can’t blame her she’s a Nigerian mother.
I quicky zip down the stairs to avoid her voice booming up my room again “Must I shout before you know you will come downstairs, eh ?!” “Sorry mummy” I Quickly comment before this escalates into a full on talk this morning. As I sat down to eat, my father quickly jogged down the stairs, pecked my mom on the cheek and panted a kiss on my forehead. My dad is a really special man; Due to certain culture of the Igbo people a girl child is not really the best option of a child to be having but despite his people’s constant and deliberate attempts to introduce another wife into picture, he stayed steadfast to our family, making me love him more as a dad.
“My baby, let’s go, time has gone far; I advise that we enter the road lest you get late” My father commented looking at the analogue clock we had fixed on the wall. Following his statement, I dashed up to my room to get my bag, my eyes quicky fell on a sky-blue leather back book; it was locked, I breathed; Mom won’t be snooping today, I guess. If you’re guessing what I have written in an entire book; I can only but describe ‘An extremely tall light-skinned Delta boy from the Southern region of the country’. Patting my face quickly to somehow dispel the warmth that had gathered there, I ran downstairs with my bag on my back, dashing outside quick enough to get to the car just as soon as my father started the engine of the car.
“I do remember telling you that you should pursue a discipline in sports” In daddy’s terms: You run very fast, Daughter-of-mine. I laughed “ I assume you are trying to mock me , because we know fully well the speed at which I get tired ” I replied him “ Hmmm ” He paused“and I wonder which of your parents you inherit this from” I laughed at the subtle shade he threw at mom whilst he chuckled, Offor Uchenna is the living embodiment of the word ‘ Stamina’, it could never behim .
We zipped quickly through the roads of Ikeja, knowing that despite the earliness of the morning that the traffic would be the worst calamity to befall us. In a matter of 11minuites and some, he gradually pulled over the silver Lexus RX350 in front of my school: NERIAH BRITISH MONTESSORI SCHOOL. Quickly blowingme a kiss and placing ₦2000 in my hands , he zoomed out of my school as fast as he got in, Barely had I willed myselfto walk did Halima arrive; after giving her few minutes to bade her mom goodbye during which I greeted the woman did we set off to class , Both of us being science students .we sat around awaiting the bell to signal assembly. Halima Usman, a well-shaped chocolate, melanin-popping individual was my best friend; we come from way back to the point I don’t remember how we met, but she was my ride or die and I treasured her more than she knew I did.
The sound we had all been waiting for finally resounded and we jumped down from the desks we had been sitting on in the middle of the classroom and walked to the assembly hall where we do morning prayers and relay announcements before beginning classes for the day. The moment I walked out of the class my eyes fell on him like they’d been looking for him all this time; I saw CECIL TEGA EDESIRI.
The very cause for my causeless arrythmia; The boy who has held my heart in a chokehold for nearly 8 years, the bane of my existence that unfortunately occupies my thoughts without knowing he did …… Need I say more; I’m not sure I should, you already got the memo. I love the clueless fool.
