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Noticing: Chideziri POV
Grass. Freshly cut grass. That is what she smells like. Freshly cut grass after a drizzle. I could feel it deep inside my nostrils.
My notes are covered in its crisp, nose-prickling, earthy scent. It's like newness— blessed freshness from an olive branch.
It is better than any scent, better than any fragrance, better than any perfume Daddy ever bought. And trust me, that is something. His perfumes come in giant metallic boxes of varying colours, and they always— always have the aroma of heaven.
Before i go to bed i spray the insides of my bag with Daddy's cologne.
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She Belongs To The Sky Noticing: Amanda POV
TuesdaysTuesday: the best day to be a student at L.F.A.Tuesday is the one day in the whole week we get to go out to the sun.The horizon is a peak of clear blue with sheets of white for clouds. So far up south-south you wouldn't think the sun could shine like this, in glittering gold-dust tendrils of light.Green; rows and rows of translucent green cover the field's perimeter, resplendent beads of water dot their fringes. Queen's greenery ran a marathon round the school, like an over-sized lawn at a giant's, it touched every patio, every block, every front door. Lorita and i used to lie in the grass at school behind the tuck-shop, when it just got mowed.It's always like breathing in sea-salt in a forest, all rolled up in a drop of sunlight. Lorita and i usually had splotches of dark green on our uniforms after. It was worth it.There's a small crowd around the field, and an even smaller crowd inside it; boy
She Belongs To The Sky Noticing: Chideziri POV
When i get back from V.p's office, where i went for a new set of markers, the class is like a coven. Which, i must admit, is expected.I can hear them three classes away, even SS1 can't boast of the level of noise pollution we manage to stew. It's a God-given gift, unmatchable. Being an L.F.A alumnus is like living with Mili militia addicts. At some point you get used to the sound of gunfire and bazookas slicing the air.NB: I despise that game, from the depths, of the depths, of the depths of my faulty heart.She actually smiles at me when i walk to our seat. She, being Chimamanda. I cant' think of anyone else in this hall being that ' she'.Maybe's because i have spent so much of my time with everybody else they have lost their allure.Maybe i'm just being stupid, like with Celine. Maybe it's because she's hot– it's virtually impossible to unsee the looks and stares, even Juniors can't not notice her.Or maybe i really li
She Belongs To The Sky Noticing: Amanda POV
Recess is–sorry—break is over, before i can wink. He has corrected me like fify times since i last said 'recess'.Cool silence has overtaken the hallways again, like a cloud of warm fog. The place is a small barrack, with hefty seniors pacing the length and breadth of each class, slim pale cane-sticks are clutched like weapons of mass destruction. You could smell the burning energy radiating from their hosts; the unfortunate juniors whose classes they occupy. Fear and anxiety, so thick it drank the air. A hostage situation will look better."So i've been wondering, what's the meaning of your middle name.""Yara?""Yes.""It means little butterfly." That's what Mom called me. I remember her say it, with a smooth practiced ease that rolled off her tongue. Even i can't pronounce it like that.Chideziri tests it repeatedly until it sounds like 'gala'."It's yara," I say "not gala." I doubt my parents wanted
She Belongs To The Sky Unsaddled wishes: Chideziri POV
At school-over, after i didn't answer his first two "Guy, make we dey push." Ahmed practically yanked me out of the assembly hall by my joggers. I was so blissed-out that i didn't mind being dragged around. My mind is a prism, a glassy box full of Chimamandas. She's everywhere in my mind, every thought, every memory, every smile is saturated with her.I must have been looking stupid because Chantelle snapped her fingers repeatedly in my face."Do you care to join us, mere mortals, down here on earth." It's enough to yank me out of the green hills of the Federal republic of Amanda, Yara state.I glare at her. She makes a rude gesture with her fingers and smirks. This girl doesn't know when to piss on my parade.I grip the straps of my bag and hold on to stop me from running and whooping, or doing something even more childish.But the exhilaration doesn't last long, it dissipates like a bonfire doused with
She Belongs To The Sky Unsaddled wishes: Amanda POV
After eating dinner–a huge cake of moi-moi i found in the fridge (Aunty seedy drove by when i wasn't in) and watching two episodes of MTV's Shuga Naija, i'm sprawled on the fur rug spread at the epicentre on the sitting room, looking through old albums on my phone.There's the picture of Lorita and i, at a Queens Christmas party, she has an over-sized santa cap on and a we are grinning like cheshire cats. And there's another, it was at a Bole festival, where got each others names painted on our faces, hers in gold lettering, mine in black.It only made sense, my skin is a light brown, so weightless it could be called yellow, and hers, so dark that at some point she jokingly started to call herself "Blackie". We were each others ying and yang, and if data and video calls prevail, we always will be.But i'm not placing my bet on video calls or any network service, because if you have lived my life you'll know that people die, and people leave a
She Belongs To The Sky Unsaddled wishes: Chideziri POV
I spend half the night waiting for Chimamanda to text. And the other half stalking her on facebook.When I type her full name into the search box a hundred names make a grid list. I scroll through till i am positive exasperation and frustration are two different levels of anger.Then i remember how she was about her middle name, so i put in her first name and middle name, and her profile pops up like an iconGod bless Mark Zuckerberg.My stalking game is on point. It's not really stalking though, more like watching.And this girl posts plenty. It feels awfully good to see her again, in my room, even if it's on a phone.There are hundred pics of her and her friends, and i think her dad, tens of her being goofy and having fun.The best is a Snapchat picture. She has dog ears and nose, and her hair is brushed out into a crazy mane that resembles a soft black cloud, both palms are pressed flat
She Belongs To The Sky Messages
Amanda:HeyChideziri:Hey youAmanda:It's me, Amanda, sorry i took all night.Chideziri:Of course i know it's you, I've been waiting for you like it's the second coming of ChristAmanda:SorryAmanda:It didn't think i would catch you awake. Why are you awake at this time? Like who stays awake past twelve.Chideziri: No 1. Sleep is for mortals. No 2. I am watching porn. No 3. People who watch porn.Amanda:As for numbers two and three? Come lemme tell you about Jesus.Chideziri:Woaw...... Am i talking to the rite person here? The girl i want to talk to sleeps durin sunday service. Pls give her the fone.Amanda:Low blow! Not fair! I didn't know this was a fight.Chideziri:Oh it is, btw dose who sleep off when the service
She Belongs To The Sky Amanda POV
Here's the thing about collisions—they hurt. Concussion kind of hurt.No matter how long you have known they are coming, or how prepared you think you are, you are always in for a surprise, good or bad.It may be a weekday, and you are walking to school or riding to work, or the weekends and you're just at home; chilling.It could be a phone call, a gas leak, a knock on the front door with your ex telling you that you both had a child way back in secondary school.It could be fire, from the amber stained kerosene you bought at the junction for half the usual price.Something happens to something, like a catalyst.And then you are moving at increasing velocity, accelerating faster than you want to.And there are lights. Bright lights, just before the crash. Bright lights that help you see the bigger-frightening picture.Then Blam! Your life is altered, forever.
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