Saturdays are for washing and they were my worst days.

I would clean out the house, sweep the four extra empty bedrooms and scrub the floors to a sparkling white.

Then I would proceed to wash my clothes,join aunty Jane in washing hers or on days when she has nothing to wash,I fetch water into the drums. When uncle Dipo started living with us,I would also wash his shirts an boxers.

        After the day's work I would go to my room and settle down to an interesting silhouette or harlequin novel borrowed from Titi my very slender neighbor whom I feared was anorexic. Sometimes I imagined her breaking in two because she was too thin.

On days I wasn't reading or doing school work,I would write about my crush in my tiny journal which I made sure i concealed away from prying eyes.

I loved to fantasize about the boy who lived two houses away. His name was Teejay and I found him cool in that silly way little girls crush on boys. In my eyes he was perfect even with him big eye balls which I found "dreamy".

I remember always taking hard equations in maths to him so he would teach me. He was pretty smart and some classes ahead of me,I would pretend I didn't understand just to have to hear him speak. I don't think he had any crush on me or maybe he never showed it except for winking once or twice at me. He was my first real crush and I wrote him imaginary love letters till the day I heard he was into another girl in the same neighborhood as us. It was then,that very day when my friend Simi said it that my heart was crushed. Well that's the thing about crushes right?they are meant to be crushed