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  • hawaani 66w


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    She was resisting but it was obvious she was just trying not to appear cheap to the Master. She was interested.
    He looked away and saw me before I could hide in the near by flowers. Mr. Peter Paul Doku spotting me in the flowers pretended he was only sacking Samira to go her dormitory. She left Samira's hand and she walked away to the girl's dormitory. Mr. Peter Paul Doku took brisk steps towards me but I ran away before he could come closer to my hideout.
    To my surprise the next morning, Mr. Peter Paul Doku had come very early to class and given a class test. Class usually started at 7:30am but came and gave the test at7:00am. I entered the class at 7:20am. And the test was a 30minutes test. So I had just 10 minutes to complete a 10questions theory test. He had done that intentionally because of what happened the previous night. I couldn't even answer up to five questions when he said stop work. I pleaded but he gave me a wild slap and took the paper away from me. Throughout the day, I was unhappy. This test could affect my end of term exams. The weeks that followed, Mr. Peter Paul Doku treated me like a thief. Always shouting at me even I didn't do anything wrong. I hardly passed the exercises and class test he gave us. And also he won't choose me to answer questions in class. I didn't know what to do. Samira was a good friend of mine. So I went to her and asked her to plead with Mr. Peter Paul Doku on my behalf. She did but nothing changed. I decided to report to the Headmaster. I did. But I wish I didn't. Matters became worse after that.
    I thought he was treating me this way because I spoiled his chance of having sex with Samira in the dark behind the dining hall but that was not the case. Issaka, who many call my twin brother because we look alike, saw Mr. Peter Paul Doku one Saturday, kissing and caressing Portia's breasts in his car. Mr. Peter Paul Doku mistook Issaka for me. And concluded that I was monitoring his movement with the girls on campus. To make matters worse my best friend,Florence told me how Mr.Peter Paul Doku was making advances at her and I advised her to tell him she is not interested and stay away from him.


    Author: HAWAANI

  • briliant_ 170w


    I wish that I could finish my college
    with the help of God
    It's like i'm in a cage
    full of depress people
    if I didn't finish it

    and my life would be destroyed and rumbled


  • aiyra0903 184w


    The first letter, the first word
    Going for breaks in a hoard
    The countless practices, the stage fright
    And oh, those sleepless nights.
    A glance of a teacher made us faint
    But they filled our canvas with paint.
    From 1,2,3 to trignometry
    From body parts to organic chemistry
    From Red Riding Hood to Shakespeare
    Making a head spin in fear!
    From rotation revolution to topography
    From Harappan Civilization to Hitler's biography.
    Twelve long beautiful years,
    Twelve amazing memorable years,
    Twelve years of this roller coaster ride,
    Twelve years of being on a different side.
    As I stand, about to leave
    The red walls seem to call me back,
    The red bricks had formed my home
    I realise its importance as in the world I roam.
    The naughty tricks, the stupid lies
    We didn't realise how fast time flies.
    Excitement for the picnic and chatting away
    Today in the big, bad world do we alone lay.
    Eagerness for the lunch break
    Or in the bus, the quick power nap
    If protection existed,
    It was surely in the tamarind tree's lap.
    The world outside is cruel and bad
    Now we miss what we had.
    These wonderful times are now past,
    With tearful eyes a dream look we cast.
    The clock kept ticking away,
    The sand kept slipping away
    Who knew that 'forever' would be so short
    The happiness found here can never be bought
    The universe plays such tricks,
    'Goodbye' felt like a thousand pricks.


  • aiyra0903 201w

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    Last year of school...Gonna miss these twelve beautiful years ❣️

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    2 am. Comfortable bed.
    Sleep: Nowhere in her eyes.

    1 pm. Classroom.
    Wooden benches.
    Best place to sleep.