My colleagues who actually regarded me as “good for nothing”, started seeing me as a competitor. Not because they were good dancers. They couldn’t just stand the fact that I was getting a very good amount of attention. In order to discredit me, they started engineering lies about my source of skills and talents. Some of them said I was using black magic or what at the time was also known as “saints”. Those days, to be outstandingly good at some dancing move, you needed to be a part of a cliq or an occult group on campus. I heard those stories when I was in my previous schools but I never considered or thought of it because I was really not interested in any extra curricula activity.
“Ababio, let them say what they want, I know you are good at what you do. That’s all. No amount of lies will change that for me.” Prudence, a junior in year 2 approached me after she heard the rumors. Prudence was my junior but I took her to be a very good friend. Even though I felt she was into me, I couldn’t call the shot. It wasn’t because I wasn’t interested, I was, but the fear of hearing the sermon “I never knew you are also like that” kept me on my toe. Prudence was every guy’s dream girl. Don’t take my word for it, take her description into consideration and conclude for yourself.
When I first came to the school, I had no knowledge about how things were done. I could barely tell which block was my class. The first week was a disaster. I entered her class twice thinking it was mine. It was no fault of mine. The blocks were identical, the classrooms weren’t named and everything else looked the same. It was a new building donated to the school by the P.T.A so everything was pretty much new. As destiny would have it, I sat across her the first time and knew I wasn’t in that class. Instead of her looking at me strangely as her colleagues were, she came to sit right by my side and whispered the words to me. “Your class is next two doors. This is a Form 2 class… By the way, nice meeting you.” I took a quick look beneath the desk to see if my books were there and I realized she wasn’t kidding me. I stood up gently, took a critical look at her with a smile and left. That was the beginning of our friendship. During break, I approached her with the sole purpose of appreciating her help but she got us talking with a lot of respect. “If you really want us to have a conversation, please drop the ‘Senior’ tag and the countless ‘PLEASE’ in your sentences…” I told her when it was becoming uncomfortable. It took awhile but soon she dropped it. She offered to keep my plate for dining, walk me to my class, and basically be my tour guide. I was honored and I didn’t think about it twice.
I have seen a lot of girls but Prudence has no match. Her beauty was unparalleled, her manner or attitude was a delight to the soul. When I met her, I wanted to go back to Form 2 and start all over again but I knew my parents would kill me before I could do that. Before my dancing talents became known, she was the only girl who was always at my corner. Every other person just assumed I was too innocent or perhaps judgemental to be with. She took ill the very day I danced so she had no knowledge how good or bad I danced but she didn’t want the rumors to get to me.
After assuring her that I would be fine, I went to class and I realized everyone was talking about me. All eyes were on me and my sitting partner packed out of the desk to another desk. “It’s happening all over again…” I said to myself. (Story Continues)