ChilaWrites

Once upon a prom night 7
ChilaWrites
The dance...✨
I did a little writing and I got myself a cup of black coffee, my window was wide open and I sat beside in artistically in an attempt to converse with nature, the coffee went down so well with the beautiful scene outside my window.....a big green tree, uncertain want kind of fruit it bears, habitates butterflies and different kinds of insects.....that's why every morning one or two of them passes by to say hi. I reminisced for over an hour before getting in, to take a hot bath.....within an hour I was done and ready for the "last school dance" I really have to go early, why? Because I'm the leader of the pack. Zahrah dropped me off and left.
The dance hall was lit as well, even though it was different from yesterday's, it carried an aura of energy. Almost all the dancers were there already, even after I thought I was early enough.
"Tiwa....there you are" Zoe, my classmate said and heaved a sigh of relief....
"Sorry guys, hope we're all ready? This is the last dance .....after prom tomorrow, it'll be graduation and we're off, so please guys, let's put in our all" I urged over 75 of us and everyone was calm. They all looked like professional dancers in their costumes, they looked so good that I almost complimented them, which is never my thing.
The young night began to grow old and we presented the dance, it was a feeling on air🥵.....to have crowds shouting and wishing they were you, it was the last dance at school.....the dance before prom. After the special dance, the whole school joined in and it became a party....I danced my sadness out, the thought of Mr. Derek, my feelings for him and the pain I felt....I danced it all away, well I thought I did until I saw him in his white plain trousers and a black top....I felt my stomach turn and my chest began to hurt, this time around, it wasn't butterflies, it was hate and pain. I walked past him even before he could say a word to me. He tried to, but I wouldn't give a chance. "The dance was great" he shouted behind me and I replied
"Thankyou Derek" and walked away.....
"Ghurrrllll, what is wrong with you? Ruby, my best friend asked in astonishment...
"Nothing, does anything seem wrong? I asked
"The teacher.....you don't seem.... excited anymore....what's up?
"My mind and yours baby girl, I distracted her off the Convo with a craze dance step and before we knew it, the dance was over.
TBC
Justapoetghurl

Once upon a prom night 6
Pretence
ChilaWrites
"Who's taking you home? Who did you come with? He asked, struggling to get me off his body while I stuck to him like an unloved cat. All attempts to get rid of me failed.
I woke up with a throbbing headache, I tried to sit up and I felt like there was a stone that kept knocking my head off, I was trying to comprehend what happened last night and how I ended up in a massive room when a tall man emerged, all dressed and set, looked like he was going for a first day at work. It was Mr. Derek, his chocolate scent filled the whole room.
"Morning " his deep voice came through non chalantly
"Sorry....about yesterday," I murmured and yawned while helping myself to get up.
"Where do you stay? I have to take you home as soon as possible" he said ignoring my well said apology. I looked around the room and myself in awe, is this how rude this man can be? I thought to myself.
"Haa...." I let a little laugh out "I don't have to go home now darling, let's take things slow and easy" I tried to sound soft and seductive, ignoring his rude energy.
"Get up lady, get up....he came over to the bed and dramatically tried to pull me up, I fell on his chest and he pushed me so hard I almost fell.
"Honey, is someone there? Are you ok? A feminine voice pierced through
"I'm good" he replied.
I slowly picked my shoes with hurt written on my face, I successfully fought my tears back, luckily I got the door without any help, I boarded a taxi and Eni payed when I dropped.
"You slept at Ruby's? My sisters kept asking while I ascended the stairs not wanting to talk to anyone. The tears flowed freely as soon as I locked my door. Stupid stupid people...I thought while trying to break a painting of him I made, why am I even crying? That we were never in love? Or.....the story in my head has a sad ending....I sighed and stared at his picture one last time, then used my knee to break to break it in two, I flung my shelf open and threw the pieces in it. In an attempt to keep my mind busy, I began to set out my dance dress for tonight's graduating class dance. I can't say I won't be there, I have to be there....I must be there, I'm the leader of the dance. Today's dress is a tiny tank top and a baggy pant, that's the dress code for everyone including a black kick. I got my dress set in a separate drawer and went in for a cold shower.

Once upon a prom night 5
The mask party
The school event hall was so lit, every student looked unique in their masks, some of the guys looked like a marvel comic character....the didn't just wear a mask, they added a cloak to their costume.....the big chandelier right above in the center glowed aesthetically. I arrived late cause we had to grab a drink but that doesn't explain why my best friend was laughing and giggling and taking selfies with a group of girls. Everyone came with their partner, well I turned James down....he's always so desperate and desperation is a no from me.
Ruby was still with her side friends, she probably didn't see me....or she saw me but she's too busy...they laughed so loud her eyes glittered even in her mask, for a moment I felt left out, I felt a little pinch, then a sting on my chest....maybe I'm just being jealous. I adjusted my gloves and got a good table with no one on it. This whole party looks like something I'd paint forever in my head. I went over to the bartender and got a glass of cocktail 🍸....I tried to start up a conversation with one of the bartenders but he was very much busy so I left back to my table. James was sitting at my table and I couldn't tell him to get up, I'm bored😩....he started up a boring conversation and I wish....I wish I could disappear. After two more hours of boring conversation, I went over to get a glass of pure alcohol, I've never tried it before I'm sure trying wouldn't be bad. I gulped it down ignoring the bitter sour taste it had, I don't really care, I just want to have fun😌. I felt nauseated, I thought it was supposed to be a dizzy feeling...I rushed out to throw up, my head was clearer outside, I threw up and washed my mouth, the night is one of a kind out here....the sky was stuffier and the breeze....oh I'd trade it for nothing.
"Hey....are you ok? I heard a familiar voice behind me...I turned and it was Mr. Derek
"Yes I'm....I mean no...it's just...it was a glass of alcohol, it got me nauseated...I had to puke" I spoke looking straight in his eyes
"Why would you take alcohol? You're still a teenager for God's sake....alcohol isn't for girls like you..." He said, getting closer, if only he knew how this teenager wanted him so bad
"What...😅 No no, I'm not drunk...I'm good for real, it's just a reaction everyone gets...and....and..." I lost my words
"Ow c'mon...you are....look at your eyes, looking so drowsy and you look so pale yourself...."
"No I....I..." I wanted to defend myself but then I realized playing drunk would get me closer to him..."haaaaa .....I'm not drunk my boy....I just want you owkkkkkkk" I said and fell on his body...
This is getting chill😌
TBC
ChilaWrites ✨

Once upon a prom night 4
Preparation for end of term parties
Days and weeks passed and Dowen college was seriously preparing for it's annual end of session 3-days party, this party always takes place one week to graduation ceremony. The first night has always been and will be a mask party, the second night a school dance....all the graduating students would present a special dance, after then the rest of the school would join in, the third and last night, is always a prom night. everyone in school looked forward to it while we, the graduating students rounded up our external examination. The late July and early August rains continued pouring down which made the season juicier. Zahrah had a successful abortion because she wasn't ready for motherhood yet.... although the abortion shrinked her. My love for Mr. Derek grew each passing day and the sad fact is that he's never noticed me😔. Yes I love my teacher, it is more than just a mere crush, I had him all to myself every night in my dreams and when I get to school in the morning, I do wonder if he has a dream like mine.
Ten steps down and I was ready to hang a family painting I made in the living room, I pondered on where to place it, maybe slightly above my Nana's picture since she was the only one missing in the portrait, or I could hang it on the dining area...after so much uncertainty, I finally decided to place it beside the wall clock.... anyone who wants to know the time must check out the portrait....I lastly pinned my signature before placing it up. Somehow I felt the portrait had lit up the living room, six fancy Arabian cushions was enough to draw the farthest attention, then a glass center table with a huge flower on it with the T.V remote beside it. Eniola played on one of the cushions intensively watching her favorite cartoon (the casagrandes), Zahrah was watching too, paying keen attention cause she has a big interest in learning Spanish, last Christmas was spent in Mexico because of her love for Spanish. I went back to the room to stare at my dress for the 50th time😌....the mask party starts today and I'm ever more than ready. 3:49 already and I felt it wasn't a bad time to prepare..the butterflies in my belly wouldn't let me wait much longer. I took my bath and did my skincare....Zahrah spent an hour on my makeup. I proceeded to my dress, a short black princess gown with gloves, it's really worth the amount it was bought for....I wore my shoe as well, a black heel with rope that was long enough to the knee, I'm tall and wearing a heel was extra. Lastly wore my black mask and headed to the living room so my sisters could rate my look. After the hype, the two decided to drop me off...Eniola had a girls night out to attend while Zahrah had a serious date.
TBC
ChilaWrites ✨

Once upon a prom night 3
The big news.
School was over and glad I was. Zahrah picked me up and it would've being a silent ride if not for the "need you" by fireboy that kept repeating in the car, I kept nodding my head to the rhythms and melodies, Zahrah stayed silent which was unusual..
"What's up? I asked and she didn't respond until I touched her to draw her attention
"We're on the highway and your mind is far and buried...what if something.... something forbidden happens? I somehow stammered trying to get a word to replace "accident"
"We good.... don't panic" she faked a laugh and I knew something was definitely up.
We got home after the drive seemed to take forever, I rushed in to change so I could have lunch and fun as well. For lunch, Abike prepared pounded yam and vegetable soup, a blend of fruits and that was it. Zahrah didn't drop her usual sarcastic comments neither did she tell us about the perfect but annoying girl at basketball. Only Eniola kept asking if pounded yam had lumps. I retired to my room after lunch, I began to paint...I didn't know what I wanted to do but I kept drawing spiral lines in different colors which gave a super aesthetic result. Secondly I began to paint a man, not so sure who he was but I kept painting nevertheless. His brows were sharp and wicked, the nose was tiny right above a perfectly shaped lip, the end result was my new teacher....."my name is Derek" his voice kept ringing in my head and I couldn't resist the urge to play the record I took of his voice earlier in class. Eniola badged in and I paused the record as soon as I could, I was as fast as flash.
"Tiwa how was school today?
"School wasn't bad...." I replied trying to hide the painting of my new teacher that I made.
"What's that behind you? She inquired and snatched it off before I could defend myself.
"Who's this...? An older guy... seriously?
"He's just a friend" I lied
"A friend.....doesn't look like it....you have to be careful "
"Su....sure" I stammered after she closed the door behind her. I couldn't even deny the painting cause my signature was right over there, beneath my art. I've never been so embarrassed.
It was time for dinner and all three of us sat to jollof rice and grilled chicken. I tried as much as possible to avoid any Convo with Eniola but it looks like she's forgotten already. There was Zahrah.....who has barely touched her food and looks like there's alot she has to say but doesn't know how to go about it.
"Zahrah are you ok? You've barely touched your food " Eniola asked the question on my mind...
After hesitating for a while, she spoke up.
"I'm pregnant" she dropped the bomb and somehow I was choked..the pieces of rice made a big lump in my throat and I was forced to cough.
TBC...
ChilaWrites ✨

Once upon a prom night2
THE NEW TEACHER
I walked down the school hallway with my pancake squeezed in hand, no students there and I knew I was extra late. Walked right up to my classroom and it was just there as usual, no teacher but the class was pretty busy...I can't be thankful enough. Ruby was busy on her phone, probably has been waiting for me. She's my best friend, a Caribbean and a bastard too😹.
"Tiwa the late comer" she grunted, I hissed and sat down next to her, struggling with my bagpack ....."pancakes?🙂 I stretched out my hand filled with stuffy cakes towards her...her hard glare stung me and I withdrew my hand😹.
"What's up shawty" James rubbed his hands and bounced towards my seat.
"It would do you good to avoid me James, I'm not really in any mood for you this morning" I murmured...
"What's all this naa? Alright I didn't come to disturb; he said maintaining a stern eye contact
"Then what?
"C'mon don't be rude shawty....just wanted to give you this" he handed a note and bounced away like a dog.
Ruby snatched the paper before I could even make a move. She bursted into laughter as soon as she read the content, "my TikTok followers tripled last night" I attempted to change the topic and it worked...
"Girl you're joking 🙄"
"I'm not, check it out" I swapped in to my page and hung the phone right above her face.
"Tiwa get out you bought your followers"..
Our conversation was interrupted by the vice principal who walked alongside with a man, he looked like someone in his mid twenties, 6ft if I'm not mistaken....not too dark, a lighter shade of chocolate I guess, his dark eyes pierced all over the classroom and I felt the kind of aura that accompanied his steps. He wore a neatly ironed kaftan, someone would think he came from the north.
"Good morning students"...Mrs Folake greeted and we all rose and answered in unison.
"Beside me here is Mr. Derek" she continued...."he'll take you literature for now, so he'll need your maximum cooperation as you all strive towards achieving a common goal" I'll leave the class to you" she smiled and walked out like the definition of perfection.
"Good morning students" he greeted without letting a little smile cross his lips atleast to give out a good impression. His voice was deep and melodious, if it was a colour it would've been dark, if it was a drink his voice would've been coke, his voice sounded like the song beneath the moon..
,"Morning sir...." We all replied in unison again..
"My name is Derek Thompson" his voice came through again, this time around more melodious....I unlocked my phone and began recording his voice, God knows I'll listen to it at night. "Y'all can call me Derek though...and if you don't mind, I'd like to know your names" the introduction began, Austin, Skylar, Funke, Orion, James, Aishat, Ruby and so forth.
TBC..
ChilaWrites ✨

Once upon a prom night 1
ChilaWrites
I woke up lazily to the sound of my alarm that wouldn't stop vibrating and making irritating sounds. My morning breath sucks😪 I thought to myself while struggling between pulling of my eye pad and getting on my feet. I opened my large window to let the morning air flow in and atleast have a glimpse of sunrise before preparing for school. A brown butterfly with black stripes flew in through my window and I was lucky enough to get it on camera right before it flew out. I grabbed my canvas and my paint...maybe smudging out this butterfly before preparing for school won't really be that bad. I guess my sunset and butterfly paintings might be what attract these butterflies every morning. The sunsets and and butterflies weren't the only paintings hung on my wall or lying carelessly in my shelf, I have a painting of my dad, I have a painting of my sisters, Eniola and Zahrah, I've tried to paint my late mother too, she died during child birth actually, my mum is from the north, a typical fulani woman and I wonder how my Yoruba dad got to have her kind as his bride...I heard the women from her place we're extremely beautiful that they cover their faces and bodies all thier lives until the day the move in to their husband's house.
"Tiwa hurry up, you don't want to be late to school" my second sister exclaimed..."I'm almost done" I replied as I dropped my paint and ran to the bathroom.
My name is Tiwalola, I'm called Tiwa for short, I'm the last of three girls, my oldest sister Eniola is 24, my second sister Zahrah is 21.....both study at the pan-Atlantic university, while I....Tiwa, I study in Dowen's college 😊. It's a 30-40 minutes drive from our island. My dad is not always available because he works with the Nigerian embassy in America, he hardly visits unless during holidays we go over and make every moment worthwhile.
My suit was the last and final touch to my uniform, I combed my hair and packed it in two rough buns ....it's so long and curly and too soft that hair dressers always complain....my mum's hair I guess🥲🤲, daddy says I'm her carbon copy....her hair, her pointed nose, light eyes with dark balls, everything about her except she's light skinned and I'm not.
"Zahrah what's for breakfast?" I asked and rushed to the table and hurriedly gulp down a glass of milk, picked one or two pancakes and ran to the car, my driver has everything set already so, off I went to school.

Consistency begins tomorrow....
Sorry I couldn't post yesterday and today 🥺🤲

Dear seventeen-1
Justapoetghurl
'oloro....oloro' I snuck passed as I heard the women and children behind me whispering. I tried hard to cover my face with the big hoodie I wore, matching it with a short knicker and a blue pair of Crocs. I walked past the open kiosks and hair saloon down to the crowded area of the street I was in, different activities took place and different commodities were sold, young boys and girls who looked younger than me hawked junks like puff puff, butter bread, groundnut, tiger nut, oranges and lots more. My eye caught sight of a fat woman, she sat with her mummy arms crossed to her chest and her leg kept making the 'tap tap' sound on the floor. 'oloro come buy rice naa....even beans and groundnut dey...cocoa seeds too ooo' the woman said gesturing towards me, I bent my head lower and disappeared into the crowd.
My name is Miracle, everyone calls me Mira, only daughter and child of the wealthy and popular influential politician, Ademilokun Adetolu....Yoruba of course, originally from ogun state but we reside in Lagos state. I got admitted into LASU early last year and I'm in my second year. We live in Neptune island, owned by daddy...my mum is a medical doctor, she owns a private hospital towards the mainland bridge. 'no matter how busy my work gets, I'll still have my eyes on you, and I'll watch your moves, just so you don't end up like those miscreants on the street of lagos' my strict parents would say everytime at dinner and I'd gulp down a glass of water at their statement. I'm just seventeen.
'biggie well-done sir' I greeted as I walked energetically into the training room...
"Seventeen minutes late Mira...' biggie said. He owns the training room and he's my coach at the same time. My father doesn't know about it, he must not know, so everyday before I sneak out, I place dolls and pillows on my bed, so that anytime either of them walks in, they'd assume I'm asleep...only nana knows about this exploit...she's my nanny.