16 Chapter 15: Ibere mi ( My beginning)15

After teaching the class, my teacher couldn't accept that nobody told me the answer or I didn't cheat. He asked me and Sonya to follow him to the teachers office after the bell was rung.

I felt uncomfortable, I just wanted to run to my mom and tell her the news.

Getting to the office, teachers that were present were giving me some looks I can identify as ' O tun wa ninu wahala (She is in trouble again)'

'O dara fun u (Good for her)' ' Laipẹ oun yoo kọ ẹkọ rẹ (She will soon her lesson)'

But when they saw Sonya coming in, there looks changed, They were all asking so many annoying questions.

" Kini o ti ṣẹlẹ (What happened?)"

"Ṣe o ni ipa lori rẹ (Did she influence him?)"

"Kini o ṣe (What did he do?)"

"Mo le ṣeduro pe ko ṣe ohunkohun, nitorinaa kilode ti o wa nibi? ( I can vouch that he didn't do anything, so why are you here?) "

I felt invisible, they all ignored my presence. I envied him alot. Sonya this, Sonya that, Sonya everything.

My CCA teacher just smiled and gestured to us, his little guests, to sit on two plastic chair in front of him.

I sat down shifting my chair a little bit farther from Sonya's. I think my teacher noticed the move but he didn't say anything. He just shook his head. Probably, just pitying me.

" Jẹ ki n ma lu ni ayika igbo (Let me not beat around the bush)" His eyes went between me and Sonya, before he continued with a more serious face "Morenikeji, ṣe o mọ orukọ rere rẹ ni ile-iwe yii? ( Morenikeji, you know your reputation in this school?)"

I knew it well before he asked, no need for asking. I had a poor reputation. I was the infamous failure.

I looked at my hands resting on my laps, they were sweaty.

"Sọ otitọ fun mi, ṣe ẹnikẹni fun ọ ni idahun naa? ( Tell me the truth, did anyone gave you the answer?)"

That question infuriated me, I bit my lower lips to control myself from crying.

"Emi kii yoo sọ fun ẹnikẹni, Mo mọ pe iwọ kii yoo ni anfani lati kọ kilasi naa laisi ẹnikẹni ti o ran ọ ni ikoko ( I won't tell anyone, I know you won't be able to teach the class without anyone secretly helping you)" There was mockery in his voice. I hated it.

I didn't say anything just controlling the tears that were threatening to fall. They just want me to say " Bẹẹni ẹnikan ran mi lọwọ (Yes someone helped me)" and he will happily ask " Ta eni no (Who?) "

They all want me to fail and give up.

" Daradara ipalọlọ rẹ sọ fun mi pe ẹnikan kọ ọ (Well your silence tells me that someone taught you)" He said it so loud that other teachers started laughing. Why can't they mind their business. They surrounded his table, asking the object of the latest gist ' me'

' Mama jowo wa gba mi, gbeja mi (Mommy please come save me, defend me)' I was bitter.

" Gbogbo wa mọ pe o ko le de lati jẹ ẹnikan nla ni igbesi aye, o jẹ ikuna. Apẹẹrẹ ti ko dara si gbogbo eniyan. Bawo ni o ṣe lọ si kilasi yii tabi ile-iwe yii (We all know you can't attain to be someone great in life, you are a failure. A bad example to everyone. How did you get to this class or this school)" A female teacher concluded and everyone hissed, throwing insults at me.

I just sat there,my head bowed.

Sonya was silent all through. I bet he was happy with my infinite disgrace.

" How do you know?" An angry voice sounded at the entrance of the office.

We all whirl our heads towards the direction of the voice.

My mother stood at the entrance of the office with the school headmaster. She was so angry. I felt relieved but scared.

I haven't seen this side of my mom before.

When did she get here or how long was she here.

" Tell me how do you know she won't be great in life?" My mom walked forward with so much elegance. " Tell me? "

This is dangerous.