Dirty Diana Season 1 Episode 8


Previously On Dirty Diana

“Your not flogging this silly girl well, excuse me please” she sighed as she held the cane so firm and looked at the crowd saying

“You guys would join me in counting again, let’s start afresh” she said

She then used her hand to arrange my skirt straight and then pressed my buttocks to know if I had anything like a padding under to reduce the pain,

By the time she got to 30 she was breathing like a sprinter who just finished a 100metres race, gasping for breathe as her strokes became weaker and students burst into laughter screaming!!”

We all were asked to kneel down as the principal ordered that all students should be punished, we were shared into groups and made to work on farmlands and the school football field.



It was on a sunday morning, as we all prepared to go to church, dress in our plain white gown and white shawl tied round our heads and our bed dressed in white sheets.

The usual early morning rush as we all struggle to get a spot in the wide bathroom, the bell that signifies we had only five minutes was rang and we all hurriedly wore our clothes, those who were not prepared or are not willing to go to church would sneak under their bunks to hide from the wicked woman in school, Miss Ackom, our boarding house mistress who normally walks round to make sure nobody was left behind in the hostel, and anybody caught would not only be disgraced, denied the sunday rice and stew with our nut sized meat but would wash toilet or would wash plates in the school pantry for a week.

I dashed out of the hostel as we all heard her screaming..

“Time up! Time up! Leave the hostel before the count of ten”

All the students in the hostel began to run out of the hostel, i struggling to pass through the door at the same time.

I had just passed the door when I remembered my locker was left open in a hurry and my bible was also on my bed, if I leave the locker open and go to church, those naughty students who are left behind in the hostel might steal my beverages, if I go to church without my bible, I would be made to stand up all through the service for that was the punishment melted out to defaulters.

I had no other option than to struggle my way through back to the hostel to get my locker locked and quickly carry my bible along with me to church.

By the time I struggled my way through the crowd and got to the hostel, I ran quickly to my locker and discovered that my beverages were missing, someone had banked on my carelessness and stole my beverages.

I was left dumbfounded, I looked around to see if I could notice any funny movement from any of the students but the hostel was empty, the only person that stood right in my face was our house mistress.

I turned immediately and locked my locker, carried my bible and tried to hide the tears that was cascading down my chin, she flashed a straight face at me and said

“Why are you crying?”

I tried so hard to fight crying out loud but the moment I opened my mouth to talk I burst into a loud cry.

“Ma someone stole my provision…”

She shook her head in pity and said

“It must be out of your own nonchalant attitude, when your mates are back from church I’ll ask to know if there was any good Samaritan that saw the thief”

I walked slowly thinking what would be of me till the next visiting day when my parents would visit me, I was at the door about to leave when the boarding house mistress called me back

“Diana! go round and look under these bunks to see if you would catch those people who have decided to be culprits for this new week” she said….

I turned back, starting from the door I began to look under each bunks one after the other while she stood akimbo in the middle of the large hostel, I walked down the hostel without seeing any defaulter until I got to the last bunk at the end of the hostel.

I bent down only for my eyes to meet that of Shemima, she stared at me in total submission, she was scared to her bones as she laid there helpless with her fate lying solely in my hands, I raised my head up and said

“Ma nobody is here”

She was surprised as she looked up and said

“Thank God these students are now changing oh!”

I walked out of the hostel with my bible clinged to my hand, all through the church service my mind was troubled, I could not concentrate I was worried, my mind was trying to think of a way out of the eminent doom that would befall me for one month before my parents visit me again

When the church service was over and we went back to the hostel, I climbed my bunk and laid my head on my pillow, crying, that was all I could do as I dozed off

I felt a hand on my shoulder as the person shook me until I woke up, I raised my head up and opened my eyes as the blur vision became clear and it was Shemima that stood in all her might before me

“What can I do for you” I asked
She looked at me with a very saddened face and asked

“You had every opportunity to tell Miss Ackom that I was under the bunk why didn’t you do it?



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