Previously On Dirty Diana
“You want to run abi?, today after i finish with you, you will be reeking of fighting” she said
“Am not a fool to sit here and throw punches with you, I have better things to do with my time”
I turned to leave but she had her mind resolved to go on a fisting affair with me
“Shemi leave the girl alone and let us all go to dining in peace” Diva said
There was silence immediately,
Shemima raised her hand to slap me but Diva’s reflexes were quick as she caught her hand in mid air and slapped Shemima then the fight started
“This was just the beginning, we were in for a long war this term”
Mr Boateng, Mrs Joyce’s husband called me to his office
“Sir why are you closing the window?”
He smiled with a big grin,
“You know you’re a pretty girl, I like you” he said.
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I was scared that he might do something rash, as my sweaty palm got hold of the pen on the table, I removed the cover of the pen slowly, waiting on him to strike first but all he did say was
“I want to be your guardian, don’t worry I’ll protect you from the other students and teachers if you promise to be good to me” he said
I made my first request the moment those words left his mouth, I needed my skirt back, the exact one seized by his wife, he looked at me for a while, walked back to his seat and then replied
“I’ll get them for you that’s a promise” he assured
I wore the skirt which Mr Boateng obviously sneaked out of his own house, his countenance showed he stole it as he tucked it inside his shirt wrapped inside a black polythene bag
He invited me to his office as he unravelled the mystery behind his shirt, he handed me the skirt with an instruction,
“If my wife ask how you got them, tell her these are new ones you made” He said.
I took my skirt back, wearing them to school the next day, not knowing that Shemima had reported me to her new partner in their partisan hatred of me.
I was seated in the class prior to Assembly time, when a junior student walked into our class, greeted us all and called my name
“Senior Diana, wili-wili wants you in his office”
I could not phantom how wili-wili would be looking for me, that was the nickname we gave our principal, he is the most fearful human in that school compound
His red eyes, big beard and his long whip; always likened to that of a horse whip. There is this myth that he once used his whip to flog a student to death, and that the spirit of the student was haunting him, that’s why his eyes were always red.
My father used to make mockery of Wili-wili, he would say how he was disappointed with him.
He was sent abroad with the tax payers money by the government to study medicine but he came back with only his big vocabularies, thick beard and a drinking problem, because the government couldn’t find where to fix him in the society they gave him the principal job just to bury the hatchet. This was a man shredded in mysteries.
The moment the junior student broke the news to the class, Shemima and her Yawa Girls burst into laughter as they were seated at a corner of the class, I stood up immediately for Wili-wili is one person not meant to be kept waiting
Diva rushed out of the class, chasing me as she ran behind to catch up with me, she gave me a pat on the shoulder and said
“Don’t be afraid, whatever it is be strong” she said
If I was afraid before, her consoling made it worse, I was now scared as my heartbeat was throbbing so fast and loud, the sound as of a loudspeaker plugged into my ears, each step lead me closer to the dreaded office which I could only imagine what it looked like inside.
I knocked on the door with an inscription boldly written on it “Office of the Principal” the old squeaky door opened by itself, I walked into his office slowly, he had pictures of him and president Mahama hanging on the wall
His shelves were stocked with old books, he was sitting in his chair sipping a hot cup of coffee as the bitter yet inviting warm aroma filled the room
He starred at me through his glasses that was placed on his nose in a funny way without saying a word, I stood there fighting so hard not to run away in fear, minutes later Mr and Mrs Boateng walked into the office the same way
“That’s the thief Principal, that’s the thief that broke into our house, stole her skirt and the 1000 GH I collected from the student as their hostel dues” Mrs Joyce lamented
“Young lady have you seen the behemoth indictment levelled against your being? What do you have to say?” Wili-wili asked.
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