Awelewa's Tale

Chapter 1

WARNING: This book is still under some serious editing. Enjoy though😅.

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Ring

Ring

Riiiinnngggg

Hearing the annoying sound of the alarm clock woke Awelewa from her unending fantasies. This time, she was dreaming of a career as a marine biologist. She smiled at the beautiful memory but frowned at the object that had managed to take her attention away.

She sleepily arose from the bed and turned the alarm clock off. She stared at the frustrating little thing that made her feel this disturbed every morning. She yawned and looked around observing.

She stopped when she looked at her sheets and saw a huge flab of skin.

It was hers.

Staring at the ebony coloured skin gave her memories she had struggled to forget. The words full of scorn and mockery wrapped with the sheets of hate managed to remain in her head. Somehow, stubborn tears flowed from her eyes as she pictured their faces.

"Awelewa Oluwadamilare! If you like yourself, you had better leave that room and get ready for school ooo!"

Her name on her mother's lips boomed through the room and brought her back to the present. She quickly stood up and took off her night robe while giving herself silent reminders not to look at her body as that was an everyday activity.

Disobeying her mother was never an option and taking her time to stare at her body would give room for that. She dashed to the bathroom and shut the door quite loudly.

Awelewa turned the shower on and allowed the fast flowing springs of clear water to splash on her face. It's effect on her was very refreshing and it always calmed her nerves. The realization that she would have to spend one more year in that place gave her goose bumps whose only panacea was the cold liquid all over her body.

Last year was terrible, she thought. She remembered clearly how embarrassed she was at her school's excursion to the popular beach, Palm Springs. Everyone looked attractive in their bright coloured bikini's and shorts. They moved in pairs while holding hands with their partners. She always walked alone soliloquizing about what would never be a reality. To her, the thought of a guy publicly holding her hand seemed too good to be true. Sadly, her very fat and full behind was a barrier (to her) that stopped her from ever feeling that way.

She remembered walking into the venue with her pink swimsuit which seemed like it had seen better days. She couldn't help but feel different eyeballs whose stares completely pierced her heart.

"See water yansh!"
"Guyyy your mama use am?"
"Now that's disgusting!"
"Gross..."
"Orobo!"

Their menacing voices echoed and made her more aware of her body. Apparently, that was what they were talking about. She couldn't understand why the type of body a girl had always mattered. After all, the guys classifying the girls had thin cockroach limbs that they publicly called "legs" joined to an unattractive skeleton-like "calved" upper half. If they were lucky, they had brains. The adored females were always sluts, readily available to give away their bodies for "chicken change". Yet, the innocent ones would want to be like them.

"Awelewa what are you still doing oo!"

Yeeeee I'm dead.

At the sound of her mother's voice, she turned off the tap and dashed out of the bathroom. "I'm coming ma",she replied.
For the first time, she had the fastest uniform-wearing scenario. She fled with her school bag hung on her shoulders,on the stairs with her thick legs and was about to enter the kitchen when she caught a glimpse of her mother's eyes.

Ahhhh yes. A Yoruba mother's eyes was the best way to terrify and intimidate any normal child who wanted to mess up. Spanking was not even a necessity. This was clearly a situation of a predator meeting it's prey as her mother eyed her suspiciously.

"What have you been doing? Ehnn?" Her mother's short and small stature looked taller and larger than it usually did and this scared her a little. With her Ankara wrapper folded around her slim hips and her hair tied with a cloth, her mother looked ready to drop her in school.

"I'm sorry ma." She said with trembling lips. This was all she could say as she bowed her head to prevent her from seeing her mother's prying eyes.

"So that's what you want to say abi? Okay, oya enter the car and tell Lanre to open the gate. Let me go and collect my car keys." With that, Mrs Olabisi Oluwadamilare left with a frown in her face.

After hearing this, Awelewa wasted no time in calling their skinny gate man and waking him up from his much-needed nap.

"Oga Lanre, the gate oo!" She exclaimed while noisily munching on the biscuits her mother left on the table. It always tasted delicious.

She knocked on his door and waited a few minutes before he finally opened it revealing his talk lanky figure.

"Ehen make I go open am." He mentioned while zipping up his worn out Jean trousers. She couldn't help but wonder why this was the same thing she would see him do every time her mother asked for him. At a point, she actually thought he invited females to stay for the night after a certain occurrence.

She remembered how she once saw a lady sneaking out of his room a few nights ago. She was enjoying a dream she had about a primary school crush but, some strange noises kept ringing in her ears thus disrupting her fantasy. That night, she  grumpily stood up from her bed and decided to check her surroundings. When she looked at the window, she caught a glimpse of a short and plump lady in nothing but her underwear, making hilarious attempts in covering her body as she scurried away from the security house. From what she saw, the lady seemed like she was rendering silent curses as Mr Lanre made his appearance known to both females. She watched with keen interest and made no effort in raising an alarm. Colourful words were thrown at the other as the gate man finally chased the annoyed lady out of the house. Since then, Awelewa kept a distance from him.

Chai. Men ehnnnn.

"Awelewa oo!"

The familiar sound reminded her of what she was meant to be doing at that time. While she was reminiscing, Lanre had already opened the gate and her mother had already driven out of the compound waiting for her. You can imagine how stupid she looked to her mother, while staring at the door of the security house absent mindedly.

She ran to her mother's car, entered the back seat and waited for the usual backlash. To her surprise, her mother did not utter a word and began to drive.

The drive to her school's compound was very silent. Awelewa became suspicious as her mother didn't give the usual motherly advice on staying away from boys, studying hard, not caring how others feel about her and keeping good friends.

As their car reached the school gate, she saw a few classmates who made the former school session a living hell for her. Luckily, she successfully channeled her mindset on figuring out what was caused her mother's silence until the sight of a certain someone took her attention away.

It was him.

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