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e always on me,on anybody anyway in the lunch area but most especially on me. Dammy takes her seat too. It used to be Priscilla's seat too. I look down at the chair where she scribbled, Priscilla is Que

ou smiling?

biz, can you

is Queen. Our table is the only pink table among the hundred launch deep blue tables. It's like a mistake was made or something and the management

nd Fayrouz™ Dammy buys it everyday for me and her. I don't have th

a walk back to their seats with very red spa

hem a lot,'

have you forgotten I

or

ing in ,she looks a lot settled now. Daniella

retty," Dammy says

prettier

l ever prettier than you

ful of jollof rice.Dammy is

the silence. She rarely talks while drivi

is totally out of an Ebony magazine,only that she is slightly busty. But she is pretty, and nice in a way. She used to buy me a lot of things when she came around when mum was out or on an office trip. I used to think she was just friends with Dad. I should have told mum before she found out. It must have been painful to find such a thing out and more frustrating to live with him for three more years. His sisters kept begging and saying "that's how men are, you just have to forgive him", like men were ultimate creatures. I wonder where mum would be if she was the one in dad's shoes. Nobody would say, "that's how women are", Life is not fair. I look to my right , Simi is reading a children's novelette. The annoying types with absurd titles. I sigh and try to sleep. An hour later we get home and I lazily walk out while Simi skips in and Mum tries to close all

ls in a yelping like manne

ver you like,

ite T-shirt ,then my plaid skirt. Left on me is my yellow B cup bra and yellow pantie with white polka dots. I pose in front of the mirror imagining that I am a swimsuit model. I bend my back to the sides ,lift my hands up like I

in the shower. She runs out all wet ,drooping and naked ,round sh

that I love to wear. The TV is still on the news channel. I switch off the TV. Mum does this intentionally I know. I take out my books from my purple school bag. Mr Donald, that cruel man ,gave us some equations to solve . I take out my notes and text book and

lls out. " Simi,

mum is setting our black plastic dining table with three w

d at me but I have seen him several times smiling at that pachyderm ,Daniella. I think about the way he holds his pen when writing. I

ng the plates" Mum sa

owing the last spoon of my rice ,I pack up the plates and dump them in the sink. Simi has changed the channel to a cartoon channel. I hate my l

tration and switched off the TV again. I take out my makeup bag , unzip it and take out my blue polish and the nail polish cleaning liquid ,cleaning out the deep blue nail polish from yesterday. I hum o