Chapter 5: New Seatmate, New Eyes

Tunde come back three days later, hand round class beauty Zainab waist. As dem enter, everywhere scatter. Girls dey peep, boys dey shout. Me, I just dey my corner.

Zainab Bello, dance student, leg light, skin fine. Everybody like her. She tall reach 1.68m, just 92kg. Her uniform sit for her body like tailor sew am. People dey hail.

Me, Morayo: 1.62m, 140kg. I just short and round. Skirt dey tight, sometimes ride up if I waka fast. I dey compare leg with her own, shame catch me.

PE prefect just dey laugh, "Tunde, even iron tree don blossom o~~" Everybody burst laugh. E be like say na film.

"This one na real thing so?" People dey hype dem like celebrity. Zainab squeeze face, pretend vex, dimple still show. Everybody know say na play.

"Wetin you mean? You feel say I go just allow anybody hold my waist anyhow?" She talk with small attitude. Everybody laugh again.

Tunde just raise eyebrow, no talk, but e be like say he agree. Nod small, lips tight. Boys clap. E look like say na trophy he win. Noise full class, teachers dey peep. Girls dey use phone snap.

I lower my head to book, loosen grip on pen. Hand dey sweat, eyes dey blur line. Thank God, nobody mention that day again, and nobody mock me. At least, peace dey. Nobody talk my matter. I fit breathe small.

That one dey okay already. I tell myself say na enough. Make I just focus for my book.