Chapter 30

"Please stop shouting at me as if I am your child!" Sarah shouted.  Tears had already filled her eyes. She was just like my sister, she started crying anytime she was angry. I guess being angry really upset them, as if they were hurting themselves by being angry.

"I'll shout! I'll shout at you like you are a child cause guess what? you are behaving like one!" Chika shouted back throwing the pot she was holding on her reading table angrily. "Only a child would use pots, plates and spoons to eat without washing it!"

"Please you guys should calm down. If both of you are shouting then no one is talking. It's better we just talk things out quietly the food can wait, I'm not hungry." I said standing in between both of them.

Lectures today had been so stressful I felt like my life was slipping away, but Chika promised to prepare a very delicious Indomie for me if I followed her to her lodge and unlike me I did. I guess I wanted to eat something other than Garri and the usual tasteless soup the parish cook was used to serving us in the afternoons.

We had gotten here happy and tired. Chika had greeted her roommate pecking her like she normally did. The problem started when she wanted to cook and found all the pots dirty and the kitchen very disorganized. She went crazy!

"You know I am having MBBS and I have to read. Why won't you be considerate?" Sarah shouted, already crying.

I faced Palmed. I hated when someone started to cry during an argument it made the other person look guilty and heartless. But then girls do it a lot.

I would have too if I didn't make a constant effort not to.

Crying made me feel weak and pathetic, I hated it so much except when being weak and pathetic was exactly how I wanted to look.

"Can you guys just stop this already. Fine! I'll wash the plate." I shouted this time. My head that was aching after lectures started to pound now. I wish I could transport myself into Emeka's arms and away from this drama, but unfortunately I was no super hero.

"It's not about washing the plate. Ok! if you wash the plate today and so. Who washes this night, today and the days following it? Me. Sarah doesn't do anything in this room. I do practically everything and yet she would still keep it dirty, like who does that? I end up cleaning after her like I'm her maid not her roommate. I pay as much as she does here and I can't turn to her slave. I'm a student too and I have text and exams too.  I'm a fucking law student and school is frustrating me enough for me to deal with this shit! I can't continue to keep quite and act like its all good when I know it's not and deep inside I'm so pissed." Chika ranted, she was starting to cry too.

I had the urge to hit my head on the wall so hard until my skull opened, and I could watch blood gushing out of my head like a spring. While I keep myself busy with trying to get my blood back in my head instead of having to be part of this drama. Anything to keep me away from this drama. They were too dramatic and I hated conflicts.

"You guys don't have MBBS. I do. If I fail I'm out. You can't handle the shit I do as medicine student__" Sarah cried.

"Don't tell me that shit. I'm studying law. In fact you know what? Its fine completely fine, read so I don't become the inconsiderate one.__" Chika shouted and inhaled. She walked into the kitchen, and then quietness returned. But it was the kind of quiet you would trade to sitting near the speaker in church for.

It was tensed.

Too tensed.