They called me names like; mummy's pet, small girl, S.U (scriptural Union), old school, small pikin, little girl, last born, mummy G.O; then they dared me to prove them wrong. I became the topic of every gossip and as I passed by, eyes were rolled at me in akimbo; My life was a limbo and I lead the dog's life.
The bitter truth was that, I believed them but, I could not savvy why I was abhorred that much intensity, those that bothered to greet, gave me a kiss of death and scowled at me with smiling faces; my neighbours were devils and they bedeviled me feigned friendship.
So every morning, I walked out of my room face-down and my tail between my legs and in the eventide I try to sneak into my room in a bid to evade their disdainful laughter at the sight of me. Every night, I drenched my pillow as depression bellowed on my wounded soul. Am I a wimp? I asked the girl in the mirror; my abdominal crams years...