Catalogue of Menories:DUNE

i will call him dune,just a play on his name.

he was my very first everything..kiss..sex..

well,how do i start,i went to one of those pretentious elitist schools in naija.i mean when it came to education,Dad went all the way.

well i didn't really fit in with the school.i wasn't exactly cool.(classic first child syndrome).you have nobody to learn from,you just grapple along and either learn to be cool,carve something for yourself,stay a nerd,or just exist.

anyway,it was the equivalent of form one.and i remember my first day in school vividly.
i wore a GOWN.well who didnt.but mine was different.it just HAD to be.

it had a bow tie,with a HUGE diamante cut diamond styled stone in the middle of the bowtie.it was a silver and black dress.and i wore it with my sandals(brown)and white socks,stretched over my ankle to within an inch of its life.

i felt lost that day,infact i cried secretly in the bathroom.there i was coming from a posher school,where i was in the "in" gang.and in all honesty i had never schooled with so many nigerians in a lonnnggg while.because i started off at a grade school,then i changed to a foreign one,and then THIS??

well i saw a few faces i recognised,very few i might add.
and everyone was of the st.saviours,corona background.

everyone was so "clicky".summer here,dinner at this persons home etc.

i felt like an outsider most of the time.the thing was i was always different in that "my own identity" type of way.
i was brutally honest,very humble.
i mean i am the girl who cried during swimming lessons because a classmate mentioned that she had counted the tenth posh car that had come to drop me off during the week.
yes i cried because i truly felt uncomfortable for the world to know that we had nice cars.

and i was the little bitch who told a classmate that her accent was obviously fake because she lives in ibadan and cannot have an american accent.

anyway,it was form one right?
so what did we all REALLY know.

but i KNEW i was an outsider.
but i loved myself for one thing.i NEVER EVER "followed" the in crowd.
if they wanted to know,let them say hello.
i just dont do gangs or clicks.
my friends are my friends.no matter how uncool,or normal.or wild or even cool.

well in that firstt year,tight friendships were formed,some have lasted the almost twenty years its been.some have disintegrated beyond help.

when in the first year,we were sent to classes based on some dumb idea,i found myself in class with the boy who even I know and can vouch loved me.
but not then though.

how old were we?lol

but then it was a childish kind of thing.
he was the coolest guy in school,best dancer,best clothes,good looks,etc.

i mean how could HE want me.?

was i not the same girl some mixed race cunt saw and said unknown to her that i could hear that
"if i come to this school,do you guys expect me to turn out to be like her?"
and THEY all laughed uncomfortably,that follow follow mentally didn't make them say,no,you dont talk about people like that.

i wasn't always hundred percent confident then,if na today she no even fit.but then,i was so pained.i just sat looking like a goat.a very red eyed goat.

yes vanessa,u don't talk about people like that.
you should see me now bitch.i'm HOTTTT.
i saw you at eleven forty five on one of my breaks home,and nobody understood why i was laughing.we were introduced,and you babes LOOKED LIKE SHIT!!
then i heard your story.basically by naija standards,the only thing you can EVER have going for you and you can keep banking on and hoping it carries you far is your yellow paw paw status.and thats only for the aristo men i heard you now follow up and down.because the youngins avoid you.
so hottt did i look that even those gossip mags HAD to mention it.

but as we know,when you take a shit,you dont remember,but those who clean up and stink it always remember.

i danced harder that day,because i just felt good.
you didn't remember me.but i KNOW you would have heard of me.
what a life.

there i go drifting again....but i was a serious man olodo then.
it never clicked to me that there was a reason why he always chased me a little harder,gave me more candy,held my hand when another friend of mine was upset because a guy said he dreamt of seeing her naked,(she got upset,i got upset,i mean HOW DARE HE see her naked in his dreams).lol lol lol

well DUNE was fun,we had a glorious year one.

and then...we moved unto second year,and my madness started,i just didnt see any point in saying hello to you.
your friends(And you had a gang of them,always willing to please you)always came up to me ask why i wasnt talking to you.

but i think i had become self aware.
i mean what are those two things sprouting on my chest?
i hated that,i just couldnt RUN around and let you chase me anymore?

i mean this changes in my body,isn't that what made Miss Drama Queen of our class in year one cry uncontrollably because TY TY touched her on the day she was on her period?and WE KNEW she was going to get pregnant?

i didnt want to get pregnant if you touched me or brushed against me.

so i avoided you.
i didnt feel anything for you then...

well year two was uneventful.my most difficult year.
things were happening at home,school work was just so hard.
and well...i just didnt have the time.

friendships were re-formed.everyone was now trying to floss harder and be cool.
as for me i just didnt give.

i still maintained my afro,my sandals and my over the knee socks.i couldnt be fucked to sit with an onidiri every sunday just to look fine.FOR WHO?
alek wek rocks originality and she still is fine?not so?
but now?dont try my long arse extensions oh...
hmmm..life is funny

well year three you travel out of the country..how cool was that to go continue your studies..i didnt even notice until you just didnt come back.

year three was pretty eventful.it was the year of jss...so no messing around.the fear of repeaating made us all buckle up.
i passed...

and moved unto year four...which is where it started to shele.......