Hey y'all. I just want to say first of all thanks for visiting Chikito's page. Aren't her articles the bomb? I dont know about you but I cherish my high school memories and each time I feel nostalgic, guess where I go for the articles...Damn right, this web page. I just finished reading a story and I started reminiscing about high school, trying to remember my fondest memories, and then I remembered the event that always brought the good, the bad and the ugly...
Bashes!
I know some of you all out there are wondering what I'm talking about. I think this would make it clear- 'birthday parties' but me, I prefer to call it 'bash'. To have a bash was the one sole goal of the typical high school student especially those that called themselves popular. As I actually think about being popular I shudder to think what people thought was cool. I mean girls in school used to wear mini skirts to School. Nah, I'm not saying wearing mini skirts are bad but when you had Heavy Sali (you know people's legs that are so big and muscular) decorated with mosquito bites, you didn't want to wear mini skirts 'cos... How do I say this? It was just gross! Enough to make one throw up. Straight up. Then guys that 'bounced' actually looked like they were semi-paralysed or something. Some guys had style though, I actually enjoyed watching some guys bounce. Just some. These were the things people did to be cool. Some people stayed smart and were still cool while some lost their minds but were even looking cooler. Whatever!
Well, there was this Particular Party I'd attended,it was cool too 'cos most of the people there were from my school. I was chilling with my friends , watching people arrive, checking out outfits and actually registering details. Not that I was trying to be a rustic, but I just wanted to make sure I had all the details so that the supposed 'ajes' didn't look drab in their outfits and go back to school and brag. Tell white lies I was actually waiting for one of them, Chioma, to arrive. I didn't like her so it was on. I was kinda dissappointed though when she showed up looking cute I must say. Chioma walked in with her friend Nneka like 10 minutes after I arrived, her clothes were pretty and she was one of the best dressed at the bash and as usual she came with her attitude. Using her jandish/Igbotic accent, she went around hugging almost all the guys smiling and making sure everybody saw her. Later that evening people that had their boyfriends were dancing.
It was fun for me too 'cos I was in my guy's arms dancing, forgetting myself and enticing my senses with his cologne, wishing it would be like that forever when I was terrified by a thundering voice. It was Nneka and she was talking to Chioma. I caught her in the middle of her sentence. '...Chioma you are stupid! Now I know what my sister's friend told her cousin's friend's brother to tell me is true! Ashewo! How can you dance with Obinna when you know He is asking me out?' She'd asked.
'But I thought said you didn't like him and how come you've not flowed since?" Chioma shamelessly asked. 'Abeg, get out jare.'
Nneka was dumbfounded and I actually felt sorry for her 'cos most of us that knew the deal knew that Chioma was always lingering around Obinna and was always willing to go any mile with him. One day after school somebody had seen her and Obinna in the a classroom doing...studying. Really. They were studying the mysteries of the human body. See, Nneka didn't have any idea 'cos her parents always sent a driver to pick her up from school as early as possible and she always left on time so she missed all the after school stuff. Plus, she thought that Chioma wouldn't play her like that 'cos their friendship was tight.
One more time Chioma told Nneka to 'Get out'. Nneka looked around and from the look on her face you could tell she was embarrassed. Nneka wasn't feeling that at all so she boldly looked Chioma in the eye and demanded Chioma to take off the clothes she was wearing... Huh?!!
Then she looked around and started feeding the crowd with news about Chioma.
"Hey all of you. Chioma has never been to America like she told all of you, and almost everything she wears are mine. I even bought her school bag for her. Her mom sells in the market, and the only reason she goes on the AGIP bus is because her father used to cut grass in AGIP estate."
Usually, I wouldn't laugh when I hear people's misfortunes but on this occassion I laughed and believe me I laughed good. Chioma was in shock and she was trying to play cool. She said she wouldn't be a kid and exchange words with Nneka so she tried to walk away. So When Chioma was walking out, I went up to her and asked her if she didn't hear what Nneka had said about her clothes. She told me to "Get out" too and I told her to "Do her worst." At the end of the incident though Chioma left with her jumping shorts and Nneka let her wear her top. Nneka was kind like that. That's why were still tight. Oh you're wondering what the hell Chioma's 'jumping shorts' are? Well Chioma's parents were strict so the only way she could leave for parties was to jump their little fence. It was like that.
From that fateful day, Chioma choose to be rarely seen and never heard. I loved this 'cos it was the price she had to pay for too much pride. And falsehood.
Do you want to know why I called this the good, bad and ugly? Well its 'cause Chioma was good at convincing us that she was all that, bad in the sense that she studied them mysteries of the human body, and Ugly 'cos she had the worst kind of sali and her breath kicked like "Chaki Chan", what else can I say?