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Episode 24

I walked into my house that school the next day after school. I had spent close to ten hours in the school library going through text books and my laptop in preparation for my exams. I know Iā€™m a very intelligent girl, very intelligent I must say but recently, Iā€™ve being loosing a lot of focus. I didnā€™t even spend much time with my friends because they had important ā€œwhateverā€ to do.

So as I stepped into my house around 4:00pm that day, I was shocked to see Stacy in my house. She had opened the door for me and we stood, staring at each other like we would swallow ourselves.

Franca stepped out of her room so I brushed past Stacy and headed for my own room.
Franca: What did you tell my mother?
I stopped just in front of my door and turned to look at her. She didnā€™t have any expression on her face. She was just looking at me, maybe thinking of what she would say after my response.

Me: I didnā€™t talk to your mother. Iā€¦.

Franca: You donā€™t stand in my face and lie to me Kaima.

Me: And who are you please? A goddess of some river or a village?

Stacy: Imaā€¦ā€¦.

Me: Stay out of these. Remember, youā€™re not welcomed in this house so you better pick your skinny self and get out of my house.

Franca: Our house.

I looked at her and I hated her the more. I remembered every word she said to me the previous day and my stomach tightened.

Me: You and who please? Cause the last time I checked, the two years rent which was paid for this apartment was paid in my name, by my boyfriend, with his own money and youā€™re just someone thatā€™s so broke that I had to put in. So please, which house belongs to you and who again?

I smiled at their reaction because they were both looking at each other in shock now.

Me: And please, I didnā€™t speak to your mother. Iā€™m not too jobless to be calling everyone on phone. I just made a point and Iā€™m glad it reached the right places.
I turned my key into the lock and my door opened, giving me that great scent of ā€œhome sweet homeā€. I smiled at the girls and entered my room, leaving the door open for them to admire the handwork of Tobeā€™s money. I dropped my handbag on my bed and returned to see them rooted on the spot I had left them.

I was enjoying this and though I donā€™t like what Iā€™m doing, I also donā€™t want them to see me as weak and fragile.

Me: And please, I want us to talk. If you donā€™t mind, sit down or you can remain standing.

I sat on a sofa and they both sat down too. Francaā€™s eyes were clouded with tears which were threatening to fall.

Me: Franca, I canā€™t live with someone Iā€™m not comfortable with, someone who uses words on me in unpleasant ways, someone who insults my house with her flirtatious ways. Iā€¦.

Franca: What do you mean?


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