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Dirty Diana episode 8


Dirty Diana




How I turned from the ‘Dirty Diana’ in the real word to a very popular student in less than

three weeks was a huge surprise to me, the more my popularity grew, the more the thick

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wall of enemity between Amanda and I grew.

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 bedsheets, 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 either not prepared or are not willing to go church would sneak under their bunks to

hide from the 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 was toilet for one week or would

wash plates in the school kitchen for one week, I had just dashed out of the hostel as we all

heard the voice of our hostel mistress screaming

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

All the student in the hostel began to run helter skelter out of the hostel, 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 student 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 into the hostel to get my locker locked and quickly carry my

bible along with me to the church.

By the time I struggled my way through the crowd and got into 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 round to see if I

could notice any funny movement from any of the students but the hostel was empty by the

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time I looked round, only person standing in my front was our boarding 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 see 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 call me


“Diana! Oya go round and look under these bunks to see if you would catch those people

who have decided to be defaulters 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 at 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 Amanda, she stared at me in total submission, as she was scared

to her bones as she laid there helpless with her faith lying solely in my own 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 for that was all I could do as I dozed off, I felt a

hand on my shoulder as the person shook me until I wokeup, I raised my head up and

opened my eyes as the blur vision became clear and it was Amanda 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 our boarding house mistress that I was under the bunk

why didn’t you do it?


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