That idiot must die!

Infuriated and disgusted by the joblessness of some certain people, I stormed out of my room to that of my mother.

"Come right in," My mum muttered audibly after I had knocked once.

Without further hesitation, I walked into her room, pausing beside her queen sized bed and then almost scowling at her. "Zimuzor said you'll be taking us to___"

She cut me off the line. "Hopefully, you guys are done packing your necessities? We'll be leaving before twelve pm."

I gritted my teeth. If not that she was my mother, a slap would have kissed her face at that moment.

"How do you expect us to go to that Youth Camp. For goodness sake, we just finished shool few weeks ago. And I..I will be expecting admission soon." I voiced out angrily, not minding whatever way she would react to it.

"Young woman," She glared at me. "I will not repeat myself to you. In case you haven't prepared for the camp, you better do that now. I'll be the one taking both you and Zimuzor to the camp ground, today."

Almost, did I stomp my feet in a tantrum. "Why will you even listen to Sister Vero? Everyone knows that she's unmarried and Jobless, that's why all she does is to__"

"Golden, watch your mouth. And I wouldn't want you to ever confront Veronica. If I here of it..hmm, you will not like how I will disgrace you." My mom interrupted.

I felt down...

Down the dumps.

Past few weeks at home had been hell in a cell. I would run diverse errands from morning to night. And the most provoking aspect of this all, is how ungrateful she was, in return.

The spoilt phone of mine had not been replaced. And my birthday had come and gone, uncelebrated. What made my heart bleed was how lavishly Zimuzor's birthday was celebrated.

And I'm even the Real child, here!

"Whatever," I muttered, turning and walking out of her room.

Sis Veronica was just going to hear from me, damned be the consequences. Earlier this week, she had called me and asked if I will be present for the Youth Camp and I gave her multiple reasons while I would be absent.

Who knew that the frustrated single bitch would tell on me, to my mother.

Forgive Me, God.

I immediately apologised to God for calling his anointed, a bitch.

But she deserves it!

"Omo! I heard that our WAEC result will be out in two weeks time." Just as I was about walking into my room, that voice came up behind me.

Acting deaf, I entered my room, turned and saw Zimuzor but still proceeded to slam the door on his face.

"Jesus! Kaima!!" He yelled.

Rolling my eyes, I went to my bed and sat indian style. I had to get many things out of my mind, else it's guaranteed that I would loose my mind.

The abrupt flinging of my room door, startled me. A deep frown was etched on Zimuzor's face as he glared at me, murderously.

My eyes rolled again. As if he could do more than a hanging pant!

"Seriously, Kaima work on your manners." Said Mr Prefect to me.

"Why did you barge into my room?" Nearly did I snap, as I stared at him with great disdain.

After the graduation night occurrences, his cowardice to act on his feelings for Ezinne and his infidelity to her, severed our growing friendship.

"I was telling you something and boom! You shut the door on my face. Are you high?!" Zimuzor was riled up.

"And I will walk you out of my room if you don't speak up real quick." I said, and meant it.

"Our WAEC result is____"

Sighing heavily, I interrupted him. "Can you change the topic?!" I screeched.

Really, I did screech.

"Okay__Why don't you want to go to the camp? You were the one that told me that it's usually hot hot, there." Zimuzor quizzed.

Of course, youth camps never disappoints. But at the moment, I didn't want to be in attendance. Plus, there food are usually small and irritating, to behold.

And the kind of people that are in attendance, would get you wondering if they are actually from the same planet with you.

Small girls that will rubbing bum with you oo.

Last youth camp, I met a particular girl that made me regret our encounter. She was literally a colour wheel. Her peach gown was thr ugliest dress I've ever sighted in my seventeen years of existence and her amber coloured shoe would just be a story for tomorrow.

Talk more of her baked up face. It was the way she carved her brows, for me. Her brows literally went all hallelujah.

"I just don't want to." I told him.

"But you are basically without a choice, so better start packing before your mom comes out of her room and everything ends in a World War 3." He chuckled, after making that statement.

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Her car decelerated upon coming face to face with the grey wrought iron gate that stood tall and wide. On it was a banner that had the inscription: UNLOCKING YOUR POTENTIAL.

I was the first of open the door and come down. And just before I could move to the boot to retrieve my bags, her voice made me halt.

As expected.

"Are you with your paste, sponge and under wears, you know..."

Oh Jesus. "Everything is here."

Late enough to have seen her sigh, I moved to the boot and joined Zimuzor who was taking out our travelling bag.

"Thanks," I muttered audibly and he nodded, placing the last bag on top of his, before shutting close the boot.

After bidding mom goodbye, we walked past the security check point, were we were given our participant ID card which would guarantee our daily food.

And upon reaching the female hostel, we parted. I ignored my surrounding which consisted of differently sized girls in diverse attires, dealing with their individual stresses. Staring at the hostel, I used my eyes to pick the particular room that I would stay in.

Walking into the particular room I had settled for, I almost regretted such a choice.

Sis Veronica was there advising the room members.

And even before I could change my mind by exiting the room, the various stares that came my way got Sis Veronica's attention, making her whip her head my direction.

"Congrats! You finally made it here." Her voice was loud enough to pull down the whole female hostel as she congratulated me as though I just won a lottery.

I didn't ever fake a smile, talk more of flashing her a friendly one.

"Come this way! I reserved a space for you here." She left what she was initially doing and ushered me to an empty bunk.

Good that I have no bunk mate.

"Your bunk mate would soon be back. She just left to the bathroom." Her voice changed my mood, instantly.

I thought...

"Please be fast and join others, I'm giving out a rich advice." She said, walking away after flashing me a tiny smile.

I nodded with a face.

Rich Indeed!, My eyes reflexively landed on the faded oversized canoe neck, Ankara gown that she was wearing.

Very rich; I stared at her outdated shoe.

My eyes rolled three-sixty.

Neglecting whatever she had told me, I settled for the lower bunk and began unpacking what I would need for the night, while humming an afrobeat.

Rest In Peace, Your spirit of Jealousy

Did You kill it just to prove to me that love is a felony

You should write a book on changing a bad boy who still likes holy water with some Hennessy...

"Guess what we have here?"

That voice...

that voice that made me still.

Definitely, I knew it from somewhere. And that place couldn't be far from being Standard High School.

Naomi Ike.