Episode 1
The noise from my neighbour’s house woke
me up, mr and mrs Ajayi were fighting
again. I got up from my bed with a frown
on my face wondering why it has become a
daily routine for the Ajayi’s to fight every
morning. “Oh, dear” i murmured and tried
some body stretching exercise. Just when i
was about doing the second round of my
yoga style exercise, i heard a familiar voice
saying “Gloria, its 6:25am. You better get up
from that bed and come do your chores”. I
hissed knowing i wouldn’t complete my
exercise and hurried to the kitchen, where
my mum a young petite woman in her late
thirties was preparing bean cake and pap.
I greeted her in our yoruba dialect and
started my chores. At around 7:05am i was
already settled in my uniform of pink shirt
and black skirt. “Shhhh, don’t tell. Am more
beautiful than a mermaid” i whispered to
myself as i made my way to the dinning.
“Omolara, how many times have i told you
not to eat without your brother?” My dad
asked with a fake frown.
“Am sorry, dad” i said. One of this days i
would beat this sluggish mouse called
Kelvin, i hate the way he delays during meal
time, he better stop this behaviour of his
before i pounce on him, i thought.
Kelvin is my younger brother and the last of
two kids. Oh, yes that’s me being the first
Child to the Adekunles. Mr Thompson
Adekunle, my dad was an engineer working
in a construction firm. While my mum, Mrs
Juliet Adekunle was a nurse. You see, we are
blessed as a family, cute with brains. One
would say, we took after our parents, yes
that’s true. But sometimes i wonder where
my brains are when it comes to
mathematics, because even the eight years
old sluggish brother of mine was a genious
when it comes to mathematics.
“Oh boy, this kid is cute, he has got a spaced
teeth with nice dimples. He is the best in his
class, and he always gets the best teasing
from girls his age especially the Ajayi’s last
daughter who was just seven years old.
Although he helps me get my maths’ home
work done but am still far more better than
him. Hmm, am smart you know and he is
just too slow. Winks, i wonder when i would
stop talking to myself, phew” i wiped my
sweat from my forehead.
Well, back to the moment, i sneezed as Kelvin
entered the dinning after keeping us
waiting for a while, because he wore a
powerful perfume. Dad scolded him, and
made him say the prayer before meal and i
shone my teeth because i was happy he
deserved it.
We got to school 7:35am and i being an ss2
student of the ‘great fountain international
school’. A girl of average height, beautiful,
smart, and brilliant except when it comes to
mathematics. Fifteen years ago, i was named
after my grandma because i had similar
resemblance with her. Big eyes, great
dimples, with spaced teeth and i was named
Gloria Omolara Adekunle, i was my
grandma’s photocopy but the only
difference from her was my dark
complexion. I believed i was dark because i
love chocolates alot.
I being the class prefect and assistant game
prefect ensured that my class and other
classes were kept clean by making sure the
sweeping rooster was called.
You are the one to tell if I should continue or
stop