DERIN_DAWODU

Ireolamide is the lowliest and average person you would ever meet, but, like everyone else, she has expectations, wishes and dreams, only that her lower-class status is a huge barrier to it. She tries to forget about her limitations because her passion keeps her going despite her emotional imbalance.
          Stuck in a school with rich and posh kids, she has to bear their taunts because she’s the only low-class personality among them. With a smeared past that’s prevents her from having a comfortable life how will she bring herself out of the slums she grew up in into the classic life she wishes or herself and her mother?
All she is facing is attributed to her father and the horrible things he did to her when she was younger. Years after their separation he appears at a dance competition she participated in on sponsorship, he now pursues a relationship with her, a relationship they never had and so never lost, will she give in to his tactics or will she forgive him and move on with the new life he wishes to give to her? Past experiences cannot be easily forgotten, the scars and dents she has sustained have not been wiped off, as Ireolamide’s father tries to establish a bond will she reveal all the bad things she went through for him to know just how bad his actions affected her and will she allow him to undo the multiple wrongs he did to her that caused her a traumatic childhood?

Ireolamide

"I followed you guys on Instagram o," I announced as Samuel let me down at the ticket booth. They bought us tickets and snacks then we made our way into the theatre. Our seat was in the middle row, the view should be good right?


"I followed you guys on Instagram o," I told them as we took our seats, each paired up with their date for the night.


"So that was you eh?" Muyiwa asked as he looked over at me from the right side of the row, the backlights shining behind his head illuminating his high haircut. I eyed him before replying


"No, that was my twin," then I tossed some popcorn into my mouth laughing at his narrowed eyes, this boy will murder me one day, I'm sure of that.  "What?" I asked and he rolled his eyes and faced Brittany, stubborn prick. I looked at him again and laughed, he had a deep scowl on his face.


"Samuel, tell your brother that he can't scare me,"


"I wouldn't be so sure babe," came his reply.


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