/CHAPTER FOURTEEN/

~Why? Why do people hate me?
I'm nice, approachable and friendly,
So why do they hate me?~
Lily🌺

(Song: listen to any song that you like🌺)

(Dedication; artsync vilalove09 mohnie03 _reedahish) thanks so much guys for your supports. I love y'all.
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~LILY~

SON OF MR OLATAYO JASPER BANKU INVOLVED IN A FIGHT.

SONS OF TWO BILLIONAIRES FIGHTS. REASONS UNKNOWN.

WORLD RICHEST BLACK MAN PIKIN GO FIGHT GBAS GBOS WIT HIM FRIEND.

WWE FIGHT BETWEEN TWO JOBLESS TEENS

Those were the headlines making the rounds on Sunday. I switched off my phone because there was nothing relevant on the news apart from the WWE fight between the two billionaires son.

The news wasn't surprising to me because I knew definitely it was something someone like Tayo could do - get in a fight - if not more than.

I was in the laundry room washing the top Wendell gave to me, making sure that I didn't miss a spot on the cloth even though I'd been washing it for almost an hour, I still didn't think it smelt nice enough so I had to keep on washing still I was sure that it was perfectly washed. After some extra minutes more of washing I decided to raise the mood in the laundry room a little so I played one of my all time favorite Nicki Minaj song (Barbie tinz) on my phone.

I moved my head to the song and sang along with it as I resumed washing the cloth back.

Happy was how I always felt anytime I listened to a song by Nicki Minaj, so I was happy then.

It's time to make Hits
And it's time to diss
How you still dissing
Still can't find some hit

Was it worth it dummy?
I ain't mind a bit
Still on that show getting no chips
Time to dip.

"You know that you could have just used the washing machine?" Aunty Thelma stated more like questioned as she walked into the laundry room, I quickly stopped the song on my phone. "I could have helped you wash it also."

I shook my head, "You're not feeling well, and I don't want to use the washing machine to wash the cloth, I want it to be really clean," I told her.

She moved closer to me. "I didn't complain." she said as she collected the cloth from me and took over, I didn't complain because I was already getting tired. "Whose cloth is this?" she asked as I rinsed my hand by the basin.

I closed the faucet and turned to her as she continued washing the cloth. "It's for someone."

I told her and she looked at me, leaving the cloth in the basin of lather. "Who is the someone?" she asked with a sheepishly smile on her face.

"My classmate," I told her while she used her hands to clean her gown before folding it across her chest. "The cloth belongs to one of my classmate."

He raised her hands up in mock surrender, "I'm not arguing with you, am I?" she folded her hands back across her chest. "I was meant to ask you on Friday when I saw you with a different top but my health couldn't let me, so Lily what happened to your top?"

"Someone mistakenly spilled drink on it," I lied to her, no that wasn't a lie; someone actually spilled drink on it.

She nodded and didn't press any further as she continued washing the top, afterwards she dried it quickly with the help of the washing machine and helped iron it before folding it. "Won't you do your hair?" she asked as she handed the cloth to me.

"It skipped my mind," I told her as I ran my hands through my afro hair.

"So would you do it today?"

I shook my head, "My hairdresser doesn't come on Sunday, you know that."

She nodded, "I'll take you somewhere," she said and I just agreed without arguing.

I went into my room and had my bath before joining Aunty Thelma downstairs for our journey to a salon.

I sat in the salon at a mall making my hair into a pineapple cut Bob Marley, the salon was really spacious, beautiful and a little bit extravagant. I was surfing through Twitter, and all that kept trending since Saturday was the fight between two billionaires son, different speculations about what could have caused their fight and different comments and opinions were made about the issue.

Some said that they were mannerless, some said that they had been spoilt by their parents all because they had money, some said that they should be disowned.

Disowned?

Aren't this Twitter people taking it too far?

I switched off my data and decided to play a game instead when the TV cut my attention, it was displaying the fight that occurred between Tayo and someone else.

Seriously this news won't die down easily.

"All this rich people children are so mannerless." Someone commented and soon after the whole salon became an uproar of comments from each side and I just listened to their conversations.

"They don't have good home training, fighting outside¿"

"My own children don't behave like that, I can vouch very well about that."

"Awon lo mo wahala ton ko ra won si." (They are the ones who knows the trouble they kept their selves in.)

Aunty Thelma who sat beside me reading a magazine didn't say anything about the issue as she was just laughing at their comments, then she tapped me and I looked at her. "What?" I asked her.

"That guy on the TV, is he not in your school?" I nodded in response to her question wondering how she knew that he attended my school. "How does he behave in school?"

I smiled. Tayo behavior was like that of a psycho, but I couldn't tell her that.

"I'm just acquainted with him, we are not really close, since we're not in the same class, I can't say much about him." I told her and she hummed and continued reading the magazine in her hand.

After some minutes later, I was done with my hair and I sat still on my chair looking at myself in the mirror. The hair was beautiful no doubt, even more beautiful than the Ghana weaving that I did before, but i was ugly.

"Wow! Your hair is fine." Aunty Thelma kept down the magazine as she used her hand to pat my hair but I was sure she just told me my hair was fine because it was and I wasn't.

I stood up and stretched my body after seating for almost an hour plus. A lady that was in the salon came to my front and kept on staring at me and it was really uncomfortable and weird.

"Wow!" That was what came out from her mouth then she moved towards me and touched my hair.

Told you the hair was fine!

"The hair really looks beautiful on you." She complemented me catching me off guard, not only did she complement my hair but she complemented me also.

Nah... maybe I misinterpreted.

"Your black colour is really Poppin and shining, you are beautiful." Maybe I heard wrong, but the woman told me I was beautiful.

Something must had been wrong with my ear.

Maybe she was God sent because I said I wasn't beautiful.

God was finally intervening in my life!

First Chase spoke to me and became my friend even though he totally ignored me on Friday when I needed his help, I still counted him as a friend. Secondly Wendell spoke to me, he helped me, he even held me, he touched the skin of the girl that stinked. Thirdly Tayo threatened my bully although he was one of them, but he threatened itunu and Samira and told them that they should never bully me, or maybe I heard wrong.

Maybe?

What's wrong with my ear?

But my RAP music book, it still wasn't with me. I remembered looking for it yesterday, crying and fidgeting because I couldn't even remember where I kept it, then I remembered that It was with Samira and itunu.

I just hoped they didn't done anything to it.

I walked with aunty Thelma by my side after paying the bill for my hair and the attendant even told me that my hair looked beautiful, she even complemented me but I was sure she didn't mean it, she was just being polite.

Aunty Thelma suggested we got something to eat and I agreed, so we went over to De'bonairs pizza palace.

As we ate the pizza, my mind just drifted off to Chase and I didn't know why. And I smiled as I remembered our conversation.

My first friend.

We spoke about lots of things that day and it warmed up my heart, he even spoke about having Anosmia which was part of the reason I was a tiny-bit comfortable with him because he couldn't smell me. Then I remembered him asking if I had a doctor's report to confirm if I had body odor.

Which was true.

I didn't have one...

"Aunty Thelma." I called out to Aunty Thelma who was seated opposite me munching on her own slice of pizza.

"Yes dear." She answered looking at me.

"Can we go to the hospital?"

She widened her eyes, dropped the slice of pizza back on it box and placed the back of her palm on my forehead to check my temperature. "You don't have temperature, but what is the matter?"

"I just want to confirm something." I told her with a smile on my face.

"What? What do you want to confirm?"

I shook my head. "Nothing to be worried about, just check-up."

She nodded her head. "Your family doctor won't be there, you know today is Sunday."

"I know, we could use another one," I told her.

She sighed. "We would leave for the hospital once we leave here." and I nodded at her response.

After we ate our pizza finish, Mr uche drove us to the hospital. I was really anxious, wondering why I came to pour salt on my own wound since I already knew I stinked and getting a doctor's report was like depression it self, so I wanted to leave but I didn't.

But you would get treatment I thought to myself and that was the only thing that kept me in the hospital.

I sat patiently in the waiting room with aunty Thelma along with some other people, waiting patiently for the doctor to call us in, although i didn't have an appointment, the receptionist was nice enough to squeeze me into the doctors schedule also we had to register for a membership card and pay some cash.

I looked up and saw a petite lady, who seemed like a nurse because she was dressed up like one. She walked towards us and she stopped right in front of us smiling widely.

"Miss Lily Atata?" I raised my hand up to signify I was the one. "The doctor would like to see you now."

I stood up from my seat and aunty Thelma also stood up but I told her not to bother, that I could go myself so she sat down back.

I trailed behind the petite lady and when she got to a door which I guessed was the doctors office, she opened it and entered inside while I stood outside with sweaty palms.

"You can enter." She told me and I nodded and exhaled in and out before stepping my foot into the doctors office.

Moment of Truth.

"Good morning sir." I greeted a beautiful woman who looked like someone in her early fifties.

"I'm not a sir." She corrected me grinning widely while I faced the floor in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Good morning ma'am," I greeted her again as I raised my head up to see her beautiful face.

"Good morning dear." She greeted me back smiling at me. "Have your sit."

I sat on a chair opposite her while she spoke to the nurse that brought me in and later when the nurse left she brought her attention back to me.

"I'm doctor Lola Ade Eze." She introduced herself. "So what can I do for you?"

"Ehmm I'm Lily Atata and ehmm."

God it was more harder than I thought.

"Speak Lily I'm no mind reader." She told me and I smiled. At least she was nice.

"I have body odor." I blurted out to her and I just kept playing with my hand.

"Lily face me." She told me and I looked up slowly to look at her, but I avoided eye contact. "I'm a physician not a dermatologist but I can help you, so do you really think you smell? "

"Yes...that's why I'm here."

"But I didn't smell anything when you entered." I tried to read her face and it was bare of any expression. "Who told you that you have body odor?"

"My classmates." I answered.

"And you believed them?"

I nodded my head, I mean they rubbed it in my face almost everyday so why wouldn't I believe what they said.

She smiled at me. "Illusory truth effect also known as reiteration effect do you know what that mean?"

"No."

"Well it is the tendency to believe false information to be correct after repeated exposure," She told me. "Can you relate it with your case?"

"No ma." I replied confused with everything she was saying because it didn't even relate with why I came to the hospital.

"You don't smell Lily but you are being bullied right?" She asked.

I wanted to tell her everything but I couldn't bring myself to, in as much as I tried to.

And I don't smell?

"No." I lied to her looking down at my lap.

Really I don't smell?

She sighed. "The people who told you that you smell aren't telling you the truth Lily, that's why I asked if you were being bullied. See the brain of ours is programmed to believe stuffs that are being repeated on a basic, even though it isn't true_

_take this for an example, a lady came to the hospital because she thought she was pregnant, meanwhile she wasn't but she believed she was because of what people had told her, now that's what is called a make believe and that's what is happening in your own case." She said.

I didn't say anything as I tried to digest everything she had just said even though ninety percent of it didn't make any sense to me.

"Do you understand everything I said to you?" She asked.

"No ma." I answered her as I stared at her.

She smiled. "You don't smell Lily because your classmates say it doesn't mean you really do and have you ever been to the hospital to confirm?"

"No ma."

"And you already concluded," She said looking at me. "See Lily I'm sure your classmates just said you smell just to taunt you but don't let it get you."

It already did.

"Since JSS1, they said I stinked since JSS1. So why wouldn't I believe them?"

"Do you really want a report? Because I can easily identify someone that stink. Firstly body odor is common only in people that have hyperhidrosis, do you know what that means?"

"Yes, people who tends to sweat a lot."

"So do you sweat a lot?"

"No except if there's heat." I told her.

She nodded. "I will repeat this again, Lily you don't smell but if you want a doctor's report I'll be very happy to give you one just to clear your doubt."

I nodded in response. She stood up and asked me to follow her which I did. I entered into a room which seemed like a lab or an examination room. She did some few check up on me and later released me and told me that I should go wait in the waiting room and my report would be given to me.

Ever since the report was given to me I didn't stop staring at it. The report was negative, I didn't smell, I never smelled.

I didn't smell!

I didn't smell!!

I didn't smell!!!

Normally the report was meant to be a good news but it wasn't, I couldn't stop thinking about why people would tell me that I stinked, I couldn't stop thinking about why people never spoke to me, I couldn't stop thinking about why I had no friends, what the problem was I didn't know.

I was nice, approachable, easy going and relaxed, so why didn't people like me? why did they hate me? Why did they lie to me? Why did they bully me? Why? Someone should just tell me why!

I kept the report by my bed, and laid my head on my pillow with tears streaming down my face. I cried, I cried because I remembered the incident that happened in JSS3 and how it had so much to relate with me smelling.

How I could have ended my life.

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😪 So our baby Lily doesn't smell. She's made to believe she does, and her self confidence also played a huge role on it.

NB: Lily is someone with lots of insecurities even if she doesn't know that but I believe she should be able to break her shell now that it has been medically confirmed that she doesn't smell 😁

Thank you so much Wattpadis. Thanks for sticking with me.

I love y'all.💗💗💗

Remain positive. PS; I'm too lazy to write a complete authors note, so please manage this one. Tankyu.

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