Obi was a Boy in my class he use to be the smartest and best dressed kid at the time but today he is a shadow of his old self, a far cry from brilliance, I heard his mother had passed in a tragic incident during the rainy season, her car had broken down in the flood. She came down not knowing there was a gutter, she got swept by the flood, washed ashore the ogbor hill water side 3 days after, it was a tough time for the family and obi was hardest hit cause he was the last. .
We had been given an easy to write, I was in jss 2 at the time, write about anything using the descriptive, narrative or any style of essay not more than 300 words.
I was summoned by my new English teacher who didn’t know about my dope writing abilities. She asked why I gave my elders her assignment to write, I wrote it myself I said.
My teacher couldn’t understand how I could come up with such thrilling narrative embedded in richness.
She said I have 10 minutes to prove it was my work, but that’s not fair why is no one else asked to prove theirs, because no one else cheated she said. She said I was wasting my time arguing it was either a new prove or extra classes. She said I should tell her about anything in her office, maybe the time clock.
I began to cry, tearfully blank not knowing what to say, I said it was time for break but I can’t go because Miss Clara didn’t believe I wrote my essay, I will also miss lunch time cause you have to eat only during break time, now I would go home and my mama will beat me cause I didn’t eat my lunch during break time, I have no idea what to do now I have to think that being a skilled writer is a crime, how about you let me finish my lunch and I can prove to you another time that I did my work myself.
She jumped up her sit and hugged me saying I was a genius if the skill was developed I would make a great writer but didn’t listen to her cause I was only interested in medicine.
Well I got free assignments for three classes and a bragging right as the best writer because she narrated our exchange in class, this is how I became Mis Klara’s favorite pupil.
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