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PT1: Flunk, flunkier, flunkiest

 


Dear reader, 

You’re welcome to my short story series for the year! The last short story series being “Iya Onome: My favorite hairdresser” highlights some of the struggles women face in our society. This short stories series I’m beginning will be no different, it will expose another of the issues faced by a group of people in our society. So, come along with me on this ride as I forge the stories and you piece the pieces. 



Flunk, Flunkier, Flunkiest 

I’ve always been the girl who moved schools. 

How frequently? 

5 schools in 5 years 

That’s how frequently. 


And I struggled with this

Unbeknownst to the ones 

Who should’ve payed more attention. 


I think they struggled too 

Their troubles blinding them from seeing beyond themselves. 

So I’ve no blame towards them. 


But I burrowed myself deep in myself 

Till my audible voice became alien to me 

Simply Lost. 

Self preservation ? 


My thoughts became my lasting partner and friend

My place for comfort 

And because I lived in my head 

I brought life to the world reimagined. 


I created the most bizarre and beautiful worlds 

You see 

My skies were purple 

My sun pink 


The stars green 

Plants brown with yellow flowers 

And the 

Ground white. 


Simply artsy 

If you’ve the fortitude to imagine it. 


But my grades flunked 

Flunk, flunkier, flunkiest. 


Bad enough 

That my math teacher 

Called me dumbest. 


I was already the quietest 

Chubbiest and blackest 

What’s the worsted 

thing that could happen


“Being called the dumbest”


Why?

Check for pt 2


Ifedolapo

Comments

  1. JKAugust 21, 2024 at 7:33 PM

    Another beautiful piece. I love how you told the story with the words you chose, brief and wonderful. I particularly like the ending, it's light hearted.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 21, 2024 at 8:34 PM

    Amazing

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  3. Just don't knowAugust 23, 2024 at 10:02 PM

    Let's not even talk about how pretty our writer looks, so classy, so demure, so mindful

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