Untold Stories of Me: Episode Three (Halima and I)

HALIMA AND I

Still gazing into space, admiring the beautifully set velvety sky, I smile to myself as I remember these events. Might have been years ago but these memories have stuck with me, they remind me of the hurdles I skipped to survive and how I’ve dealt with the pain.

These events were stockpiling trauma for a future date.

I took my eyes away from the sky to scan my delicate body that housed my scars. Scars on my elbow, my wrist, my thighs, and my legs. Especially my legs, I have burn scars, scars from the tear of a nail, and scars from falling heavily on the ground. On my right thigh, I have a hallow in it. It’s from a recent accident but that story will be told later.

As a kid I liked riding on bikes, I even had a fantasy of being a sexy power bike rider all suited up in leather pants, jacket, and boots, all in black of course. But I’ve had the most accidents from bikes, almost like it’s a jinx or a curse. Another bike accident happened when I was eight.

Usually, I don’t come back from school myself, of course, John picked me up but then, He had to go to the university and I didn’t attend the same school as Charles. My mum decided that since I was eight years old and my school was just a stone throw away from her small office I could come back myself and any time I wanted to cross the road I begged an adult passing by to take me across.

Check out my encounter with Charles…

“Lexy, let’s go home, I want to hurry home so I can meet my Favorite TV show”, said Halima, another bosom friend I had after Isabel. We usually go home together since her house was close to my mum’s office. “I’m coming now, let me pack my bag, we’ll leave soon”, I responded. “I want to say goodbye to Daniel first okay”, I said blushing. Daniel was the boy I liked in my class and he liked me too, young love. Halima just shook her head at me and left to wait for me outside the classroom.

“How are we going to cross now, nobody has passed by”, I said to Halima as we stood at the side of the road waiting to cross. “Let’s cross by ourselves joor! We’ll look well before crossing”, Halima said in response to me. We were bickering and Halima stepped to cross, I didn’t think or wait to look to see if the road was clear enough before jumping right after her.

“Aahhhh!!! Okada!!”… Was the wailing of passers-by. I was hit, yet again. Unlike the last time, this bike man didn’t speed off, he stopped to check what happened. Funny how the accident happened right in front of my mum’s office. She ran out because she heard noises only to realize I was the cause.

See what accident I was involved in while with John…

This woman jumped in the air shouting like a typical Yoruba woman and went ahead to hold the bike man by his shirt.

She and other passers-by made sure he took me to the hospital and paid for my treatment. The accident wasn’t as bad as when I was four but I sustained injuries on both knees and my left elbow and I cracked a tooth. I was given drugs and bandaged before being discharged.

On getting home that evening, the story we were to tell my dad was, I fell from the swing while playing in school. If he knew it was another bike accident, all hell will be loose.

Halima wasn’t hurt, when I asked about her, I was told she ran home immediately it happened. I wasn’t hurt that she ran I was happy she escaped the accident.

I missed school for two days, I missed Daniel the most, I just wanted to be strong enough so that I could go back to school to seeing him.

Anticipate the next episode…

Did you miss the last episode? Check it out:  Episode Two 

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