Chapter 3
Mimisola

Weeks passed, yet my parents never for once asked about my life in school, I have never felt so lonely in my life. I feel so alone and devoid of family. They were only concerned about their star daughter, which unfortunately is not me.
Basically, school has been my fortress and my hiding place, and trust me, it has been a very interesting hiding place. These few weeks, school has been more than interesting as we are all getting ready for our first production. We were all placed into groups and luckily, Amanda and I were in the same group.
In our drama classes, we were focusing on contemporary African plays, and my group was given the play, The Lion and the Jewel, by Woke Soyinka. This presentation is practically our test. The presentation would take place the next day and in the presence of our lecturers.
After my lectures for today, I had to wait for my sister again, but this time, she took extra time and I had to sit in the car waiting for when she would arrive. When she eventually came, she was in the midst of her friends, laughing and giggling. I was so mad, not because I was kept waiting, but because of the driver. The poor man's wife kept calling him obviously worried.
" You know, it's rude to keep elder people waiting, " I said when she entered the car.
" And you are supposed to be the elder person right?", she asked sarcastically.
" No, not me, because I'm used to you already. I am talking about the driver. "
" Is he complaining?Is this not his job? "
" You are the most insensitive human being I have met in my entire life", I said and shook my head. There's no use talking to her anyways, she would always remain the insensitive lady I have known her to be.

Today is my presentation and right inside the car, I told Mo " Hey I have a presentation today and I might be late, please make sure you wait for me" , and she nodded.
The presentation unfortunately took more time than I expected and we ended up finishing around seven thirty and immediately I called Mo.
" Hey," I called and she answered, her voice sounding raspy on the phone.
" Hey, Mo, I'm sorry if I woke you up. Where are you parked, so I can come and meet you?"
" Parked ke? Me I'm home oh. "
" Home? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"
" I couldn't wait again, it was getting late and I have an early class tomorrow"
" Mo, " I said , my voice dripping the hurt I felt, " but Mo, don't I wait for you every day? Why didn't you wait for me? How do I get home now? ", I asked and then she cut me off.
Perplexed and hurt, I decided to call my mom.
" Hello mummy, good evening ma", I said in a rush.
" Ah ah, Mimi, why are you just calling? I thought you would have called me since", she said over the phone.
" Mummy please I'm stranded, Mo left me in school and there's no way I can get home now"
" How can you be stranded? Morire told me that you said you would stay with your friend in her hostel"
Hurt, I ended the conversation with my mom because I knew she would not try to pick me up. She would tell me that the street gates have been closed and I should just look for where to stay. I walked to Amanda's hostel slowly. You might ask if this was because of my course, but it wasn't, it has always been like this right from childhood. Morire had always been the favored twin, the one people loved, the one who got the best grades, the most beautiful, and I had always been second best, the rebel, the stubborn one.
But trust me I'm done with all this. I am so tired of everything. I have come to the conclusion that Mo would always come first to my parents and I would be their last choice. I can't do this again, I can wait for her and she won't wait for me? , how pathetic. It would be better if I leave the house for a hostel on campus, it would be far better.

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