Steps of the heart

JSS3 drama and fake love letters, I'm already heading to SS1. Okay, fine, technically I haven't gained ad

act definition of Niger

en I heard it - Mummy's legendary scr

ll not kill me

lready shouting fr

ouldn't pack your things last night! Oya, oya - everybo

ed. She was always the one caught in the middle - th

"You people should better hurry u

ving his nonexistent moustache. Yet he loved cla

at routinely tu

houted. And the painful part? We all knew he meant it. Daddy had once left Henrietta at church b

I beli

outing match and Daddy's usual t

nd girls. No more all-girls innocence. This was premium s

ng in there either made me look like I was going to a

ne with "JENNY KANU" scratched

cally and almost

o

right length - short enough to make me feel pretty, but long

ned in front of the

perfect all-back style, then applied just the right amount of Vaseline to my lips. No

my younger sister, was dragging her skirt while trying to wipe w

then darted to the

sked, lips dry and alrea

I needed it for touch-ups throughout the day. But then I r

anded it over.

rubbed it like s

Mummy entered that room and saw our clothes scatte

e had already shocked the nat

alone. We didn't even sit down to eat. We were walking around the kitchen with spoo

o shame. Just speed

divine mercy, we al

ning herself with a file and

ugged in her earphone

ets of Port Harcourt buzzed as usual. Keke drivers yelling,

elt

ding, my name freshly written in blue marker. I

in a wa

me random school building. It

smell like pink powder. Senior girls that call you "sweetheart" but

ing into all of tha

y or

my chest, "This is the be

uld be love, drama, su

one thing

t school the same wa