CHAPTER 5

"Tokoni I'm sorry to say but what Kelechi just said was right. The way you reason and talk at times is really alarming. Gosh!! How on earth would anyone think depression was for a particular set of persons. Depression is a respecter of no man. Tokoni it is a respecter of no man, be you rich, poor, fat, tall ,slim or short. At some point in one's life you are likely to face situations that will draw you down into a dark and cold room and that is Depression. Yes Justin's public profile protraited him as a perfectionist but we are not in his head. We don't know about his private life. So we are not even in the place to start judging him. No one wakes up one morning and just decides to end his/her life. Hurtful and unbearable situations forces them too. And Tokoni you of all people should understand all of this. I'm sorry to remind you of your lost but I just have to. You lost your parenrs to a fire breakout and now you have lost your sister's husband to suicide, leaving you with just your sister who does nothing but drink every day. ", Melody said indignantly with an high pitched voice that made the students on the neighboring tables looked at us for a while. Furry and irritation was written all over her face.

What she had said threw me off balance and I thought I felt my heart sink for a moment. She had reminded me of my pain back at home. The pain I did do anything to forget and get away from. I was reminded of my miserable life built on lies and nothing but lies.

"Oh please Melody, don't you dare add my family into this", I said.

" Why shouldn't she?? Speaking of your family. Here you are saying Justin was a waste and an ungrateful idiot to have committed suicide but your rich uncle also comiited suicide or are you trying to tell us your uncle was also an....".

'Kelechi not you dare", I warned. cutting Kelechi short.

"Or you are trying to tell us that your uncle is an ungrateful idiot",Kelechi said even after my warning.

"Kelechi Kelechi", I said. I was literally burning in anger.

"Kelechi that was extreme, you shouldn't have side that", Melody said.

"I shouldn't have said what? But she was here calling Justin names for the same thing her uncle is guilty of. Abeg! Y'all should be talking it easy on this hypocrisy of drink, make Una no finish two bottles in a day",. Kelechi said

" I don't blame you Kelechi. I don't blame you", I said, stood up and left the cafeteria.

"Watchhh out Paleozoic era", Mano said as we almost bumped into each other.

She was coming out of the toilet and I was about going I in.

" oh please Mano, I don't have the time and energy for your stupidity. Get off my way", I said.

"Did I just hear you say stupidity? Wow such audacity coming from someone who the class nicknamed coconut head. Anyways moveee, important personality coming through", pushing me away from the door and making her way out of the toilet.

" God! I shouted as I hit my bare hand s on the way. My heart was heavy and my hand bleeding . I felt like trash and I hated feeling that way . I regretted my decision of coming to school that day. I literally had the worst day today. From the incident in class to that with Kelechi and now with this little obanja Mano.

Oghenetega Mano was an Eminem. Mano was light skinned. Average height with very long natural long hair. She had a pretty nice shape. Nice shaped boobs, ass, waist, hips and flat tummy. Literally every cloth fits her perfectly. Her skin was like milk. She was the leader of the school's chearleading team called "The Spirits" and best friend to the best female academic student Oreoluwa Badmus. I had liked Mano since the first day I saw her but as the obanje (evil spirit) that she is, she hated me since the first day.

My house was a story building which was painted Grey in and out but repainted my room purple some weeks before uncle Mike's death. Our compound was surrounded by an Hugh fence that was covered with different kinds and colours of flowers. Sister Susan likes being surrounded with plants, according to her " they keep the soul cool and peaceful", so we also had a mini vegetable garden at the back of the house.

Our house made it possible for my friends especially the ones at school to believe I was from a rich home. Yeah I know you also would be wondering how we were able to afford such an house. Well the house belongs to uncle Mike's elder brother.

Uncle Mike lived there with his brother after getting married to Sister Susan. His elder who had refused to get married nor give birth to a child died in an accident, leaving unclwe Mike with the house.

I entered our living room to find Sister sleeping on the floor. The whole living room smelt like alcohol mixed with 800ml of sweat and 3 teaspoon of of death.

Ever since uncle's death, sister had transformed into a professional drunk. All she did was drink, cry and sleep. One would think she went to school and study a 6years course on how to drink.

Seeing her immediately worsened the fowl mood I was in. I went straight to my room, after a long shower I sat on my bed and stared blankly into the wall mirror which was at the opposite direction on my bed. I was tired, frustrated and stressed out. I wondered about life. I wondered if sister Susan would ever get out of her misery. If she ever would settle her difference with aunt Esther. I wondered if I would ever go back to Lagos, how long would I keep on going out with Mr. Ago just to keep up the lifestyle. Honestly I was already tired of it. How long was I going to keep on living a life built on lies. Aunt Esther thought I followed sister out of my own free will and wouldn't support me if I don't come back to her. Did life even held any specialities for me into the future? Why was this so called life so unfair.

Just then , I remembered Justin.

"Such an ungrateful idiot",I murmured under my breath. Why do life always give people what they don't deserve?Why wasn't I given the life Justin had?.