The Little goddess
Every time I sit on this chair trying to construct something for you my faithful reader, I always have this vibrating energy in me that makes me excited about it. I know to some of you its no biggie writing, I mean people write stories that are read all the time and that fetch them a lot of money or even give them recognition of some sort, but here I am all excited because even if I will not get all or any of the above, it gives me enormous satisfaction that you are over there reading what I have written, not because you felt obligated (am so hoping this is not the case otherwise it will literally kill me) but because you are simply interested.
Last time I promised u a story about a girl who managed to make us worship the ground she walked. I have to tell you this, women can be this powerful, yes they can actually make you worship them sometimes deliberately or unknowingly. Imagine an eleven year old managing to have that effect on a bunch of girls mainly because we envied her, (though its not the same effect she would have created if we had been boys) how about when she gets older and is a lot wiser and experienced. That means perfecting the art and the results...........you dont want to know and in any case the end is always disastrous. This reminds me of the the story of that young University girl who was supposedly murdered and her body thrown along Waiyaki way but I wouldnt want to go any further than this.
Back to the main story now. After spending a few weeks of crying, gnashing of teeth and carrying bitterness for ending up in a place that I considered a violation of my rights, I had to get my act together as I realized I was there to stay. I started becoming more interested in my classmates just to kill the loneliness I was feeling inside. I finally got to befriend one girl who shared in my agony and we became best friend. We did everything together and usually talked about home, mostly comparing what each others homes had or didnt have, our previous friends and escapades and I began feeling alot better. But there was this one girl who captured my attention. She seemed confident in everything she did. Note that she was not the most good looking one among us (am not hating, honest!) but she did everything with confidence beyond her age. At first no one noticed as we were all trying to adjust to the school but I guess she did not give up and soon every girl wanted to be her friend.
She would tell us make-believe stories about her family, how they lived in a mansion that was guarded by hyenas instead of dogs, how she had older brothers who were feared by everyone in the village because of their ruthlessness, and how they had a big hotel that would provide all the menus for any food they ate in their home. She would tell us that if there were any samosas or sausages left over, they would be given to the hyenas that guarded their home the following day. I mean who wouldnt want a girl like that just in case you want her to pull some strings for you if need be (mainly the samosas and sausages in that big hotel her family owned really gave me a million ideas and fantasies)
After she had enough friends and followers, she started appointing and delegating duties to the ones she "trusted" the most instructing them on what each girl was required to do. There was a girl to shine her shoes, there was another to wash her uniform, another to make her bed, another to fetch her water and carry it to the bathroom and another to do her homework. Now, why are you rolling your eyes like you dont believe what you are reading. Yes she managed to do that and even make those appointed feel proud in that position and they would actually look down upon us who were not appointed. The reward for all this was she would protect you from anyone who tried to mess with you. True, if you actually messed with any of the appointed friends, you would be summoned as everyone gathered to watch the drama and she would give you a heavy slap across your face while everybody watched without even caring who was at fault. The slap would hurt like crazy for days not because of the impact but more so because of the unfairness of it all. At first I would also wonder why I wasnt among the appointed one but later had to take back that thought when things got worse.
During meals when our menu would include meat, she would require volunteers to give her a piece of meat each until she was satisfied with the amount of meat on her plate. Those who didnt volunteer at that particular time would be required to do so next time without any hesitation. She was also a very good noisemaker in class and would distract you into not doing your homework then borrow a book from the brightest girl in class and copy everything from that book. During examinations, the brightest girl was required to have two answer sheets (the answer sheets comprised of paper torn out of an exercise book, cut into strips and numbered from number 1 to 50). She was required to duplicate her answers on the two answer sheets and just before the examinations are over, she was to slip the answer sheet to the "goddess". Woe unto her if she dared to become cheeky and write the wrong answers on the answer sheet of the "goddess". A punishment would be waiting for her in front of the entire class.
She would even order some girls to steal the brightest and the cleanest of the socks from the cloth line and even underwear that looked cuter than what she owned just so the owners would not look better than her while dressed. Oblivious to the teachers, she would win awards for being the best student and the most clean and neat as we watched and applauded without daring to say a thing. Another incidence is when she desperately wanted to go home but did not have a reason so instructed some girls to fetch a big stone and pound on her hand so it could swell and of course that would mean her parents would be called to take her to hospital. After several persuasions and even some threats, the girls agreed to do it. Unfortunately, the force that was applied during the pounding was abit more than the girls had meant and that fractured her hand. She wailed and cried the whole compound jumping up and down and as you can imagine when one fractures a bone, usually you are in a lot of pain. She finally got her wish as her parents were called to take her to the hospital and the girls had to give some story about how she had been running and fell hence the fractured hand. That was the time I questioned her sanity as I had even witnessed the inglorious act being done on her.
The torturing, punishments, ridiculing, ordering around and slavery continued being executed by this "goddess" even after she came from home and her hand healed. One girl though decided enough was enough. She decided to tell her parents about it and ask them to transfer her to another school as she could not tell the teachers who seemed to believe so much in her for her brilliant mind, discipline and neatness. She narrated the whole story to her parents in gory details during the school holidays and the parents could not believe what they were hearing. After the holidays were over and we were back in school, we were all summoned in a parade by the Headmistress the following day. Apparently, the parents of the girls had already communicated with the members of the school board, the headmistress and the teachers. The "goddess" was summoned in front of the parade and we were all ordered to answer any questions asked truthfully or we would forced to discover why a vulture is a bald-headed bird. They questioned us about the "goddess" and if the things they had been told were all true and of course we all agreed they were.
The "goddess" was then told to lie on the ground and every teacher in that school descended on her back with a vengeance. I somehow felt sorry for her despite the fact that I had also encountered her wrath (the slap) when one of her followers had taken my spoon to give it to her and I had protested. The beating continued for the better part of the morning until she could not take it anymore and ran away. The teachers were thrown into a panic for several hours as they tried to look for her. Eventually, she returned to the school with her dad and I guess one of her ruthless brothers (do not ask me how she found her dad and brother). The management told her dad they would not take her back as she was a threat to every girl in that school and that is how she disappeared in our lives without a trace.
Now, the teachers there acted like saints on face value but they were the devils with those ugly horns and tails that are spear shaped at the end. That is my next story which always gives me the creeps when I remember how they treated us not even considering we were very young girls and away from our families. Then again, maybe that is why they treated us like so for they knew we would not go home and tell on them.
Remember, the ugliest trait you can ever have is selfishness.
Jenwaki
Last time I promised u a story about a girl who managed to make us worship the ground she walked. I have to tell you this, women can be this powerful, yes they can actually make you worship them sometimes deliberately or unknowingly. Imagine an eleven year old managing to have that effect on a bunch of girls mainly because we envied her, (though its not the same effect she would have created if we had been boys) how about when she gets older and is a lot wiser and experienced. That means perfecting the art and the results...........you dont want to know and in any case the end is always disastrous. This reminds me of the the story of that young University girl who was supposedly murdered and her body thrown along Waiyaki way but I wouldnt want to go any further than this.
Back to the main story now. After spending a few weeks of crying, gnashing of teeth and carrying bitterness for ending up in a place that I considered a violation of my rights, I had to get my act together as I realized I was there to stay. I started becoming more interested in my classmates just to kill the loneliness I was feeling inside. I finally got to befriend one girl who shared in my agony and we became best friend. We did everything together and usually talked about home, mostly comparing what each others homes had or didnt have, our previous friends and escapades and I began feeling alot better. But there was this one girl who captured my attention. She seemed confident in everything she did. Note that she was not the most good looking one among us (am not hating, honest!) but she did everything with confidence beyond her age. At first no one noticed as we were all trying to adjust to the school but I guess she did not give up and soon every girl wanted to be her friend.
She would tell us make-believe stories about her family, how they lived in a mansion that was guarded by hyenas instead of dogs, how she had older brothers who were feared by everyone in the village because of their ruthlessness, and how they had a big hotel that would provide all the menus for any food they ate in their home. She would tell us that if there were any samosas or sausages left over, they would be given to the hyenas that guarded their home the following day. I mean who wouldnt want a girl like that just in case you want her to pull some strings for you if need be (mainly the samosas and sausages in that big hotel her family owned really gave me a million ideas and fantasies)
After she had enough friends and followers, she started appointing and delegating duties to the ones she "trusted" the most instructing them on what each girl was required to do. There was a girl to shine her shoes, there was another to wash her uniform, another to make her bed, another to fetch her water and carry it to the bathroom and another to do her homework. Now, why are you rolling your eyes like you dont believe what you are reading. Yes she managed to do that and even make those appointed feel proud in that position and they would actually look down upon us who were not appointed. The reward for all this was she would protect you from anyone who tried to mess with you. True, if you actually messed with any of the appointed friends, you would be summoned as everyone gathered to watch the drama and she would give you a heavy slap across your face while everybody watched without even caring who was at fault. The slap would hurt like crazy for days not because of the impact but more so because of the unfairness of it all. At first I would also wonder why I wasnt among the appointed one but later had to take back that thought when things got worse.
During meals when our menu would include meat, she would require volunteers to give her a piece of meat each until she was satisfied with the amount of meat on her plate. Those who didnt volunteer at that particular time would be required to do so next time without any hesitation. She was also a very good noisemaker in class and would distract you into not doing your homework then borrow a book from the brightest girl in class and copy everything from that book. During examinations, the brightest girl was required to have two answer sheets (the answer sheets comprised of paper torn out of an exercise book, cut into strips and numbered from number 1 to 50). She was required to duplicate her answers on the two answer sheets and just before the examinations are over, she was to slip the answer sheet to the "goddess". Woe unto her if she dared to become cheeky and write the wrong answers on the answer sheet of the "goddess". A punishment would be waiting for her in front of the entire class.
She would even order some girls to steal the brightest and the cleanest of the socks from the cloth line and even underwear that looked cuter than what she owned just so the owners would not look better than her while dressed. Oblivious to the teachers, she would win awards for being the best student and the most clean and neat as we watched and applauded without daring to say a thing. Another incidence is when she desperately wanted to go home but did not have a reason so instructed some girls to fetch a big stone and pound on her hand so it could swell and of course that would mean her parents would be called to take her to hospital. After several persuasions and even some threats, the girls agreed to do it. Unfortunately, the force that was applied during the pounding was abit more than the girls had meant and that fractured her hand. She wailed and cried the whole compound jumping up and down and as you can imagine when one fractures a bone, usually you are in a lot of pain. She finally got her wish as her parents were called to take her to the hospital and the girls had to give some story about how she had been running and fell hence the fractured hand. That was the time I questioned her sanity as I had even witnessed the inglorious act being done on her.
The torturing, punishments, ridiculing, ordering around and slavery continued being executed by this "goddess" even after she came from home and her hand healed. One girl though decided enough was enough. She decided to tell her parents about it and ask them to transfer her to another school as she could not tell the teachers who seemed to believe so much in her for her brilliant mind, discipline and neatness. She narrated the whole story to her parents in gory details during the school holidays and the parents could not believe what they were hearing. After the holidays were over and we were back in school, we were all summoned in a parade by the Headmistress the following day. Apparently, the parents of the girls had already communicated with the members of the school board, the headmistress and the teachers. The "goddess" was summoned in front of the parade and we were all ordered to answer any questions asked truthfully or we would forced to discover why a vulture is a bald-headed bird. They questioned us about the "goddess" and if the things they had been told were all true and of course we all agreed they were.
The "goddess" was then told to lie on the ground and every teacher in that school descended on her back with a vengeance. I somehow felt sorry for her despite the fact that I had also encountered her wrath (the slap) when one of her followers had taken my spoon to give it to her and I had protested. The beating continued for the better part of the morning until she could not take it anymore and ran away. The teachers were thrown into a panic for several hours as they tried to look for her. Eventually, she returned to the school with her dad and I guess one of her ruthless brothers (do not ask me how she found her dad and brother). The management told her dad they would not take her back as she was a threat to every girl in that school and that is how she disappeared in our lives without a trace.
Now, the teachers there acted like saints on face value but they were the devils with those ugly horns and tails that are spear shaped at the end. That is my next story which always gives me the creeps when I remember how they treated us not even considering we were very young girls and away from our families. Then again, maybe that is why they treated us like so for they knew we would not go home and tell on them.
Remember, the ugliest trait you can ever have is selfishness.
Jenwaki
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