Story Time || She Told Me To Kneel Under The Bed!?😲

Hey guys!

How are you doing? I really, really want to know. I planned to put up this post during the beginning of the month but things happen and here I am putting it up now (I know you’ve been waiting on a new blog post from me😉). This blog post idea sprung up when me and my cousin were gisting about secondary school (high school) life and how eventful it was for us both, so I decided to share a little bit of my experience with you guys!

Before I get into the story, I think its only right I set the scene so you have an idea on what I’m talking about. I went to two secondary schools (boarding school to be exact), the first was for junior secondary and the second for senior secondary. This story is focused on the first secondary school and for obvious reasons I won’t be calling the name, so let’s just call it Jikwoyi (if you know, you know😉). I did my junior secondary at Jikwoyi and in my second year of school I was bullied by a senior called Joy (honestly, if I could remember her surname I would have put it here because she needs to remember how much of an ass she was).

You’re reading this and probably wondering how a human being knelt under the bed, and why another human being told this human being to kneel under the bed. Like how? What happened? What did I do?

Well it happened like this, in JS2 I was in a room of 4 (two seniors and two juniors) and this other senior (let’s call her P) decided it was smart to steal a shirt that already had the persons name on it but that’s a story for another day. She brought it for me and the other junior to (in her words) “wash the name out of the shirt” and I was as confused as you are reading this, but we couldn’t complain or tell her how that didn’t make sense, we just carried the shirt and decided to soak it in bleach so the name could come of and in case you’re wondering if the name came off, it didn’t. The other junior was like,”abeg Chika let’s leave this thing, the name is not coming out, let’s just tell P”. We did, and P was okay with it, she even made us throw it away cause she wasn’t going to use it anymore. We both decided to throw it, forget about it and go on with our daily lives like we didn’t just try to aid someone in stealing😂.

I came back to my room after class thinking all was fine, only for Joy to enter the room and ask me for the shirt P told me to wash. I explained to her that P said we should forget about it, but she wasn’t having it, she started shouting at me and telling me stuff that made no sense being that the shirt wasn’t hers in the first place. The next thing I heard was confusing, she shouted “kneel down under the bed and stay there until I come back!” Hoooow!

I was dumbfounded, I was looking at her like “did this babe hear herself well or did she mean kneel down beside the bed”, you guys I was confused! I stood there waiting for her to correct herself but the babe was serious. I knelt down close to the bed, staring under the bed and looking at it like “dem say make I knee down here“. Do you know how I knelt down? Beside the bed with my head under the bed😂😂, I was under there like

I was under there frustrated, angry, crying, I was just so tired. She told me to stay that way till she came back, so I was too scared to even remove my head for too long I didn’t want her to see me with my head out. Next thing P comes in and starts laughing, “ahn ahn Chika, what are you looking for?” I told her (crying) that Joy had punished me for not washing away the name from the shirt she told us to wash (writing this I realized this girl was actually wicked because what’s her business with the shirt and why didn’t she punish the other girl?) and told me to kneel down under the bed. At this point P was angry, like ready to argue angry. When Joy came in P started questioning her, asking her why she punished me and how the shirt was her business, why she always picked on me (she didn’t answer that, obviously). Now a little back story Joy was in SS2 and P was in SS3, but get this, Joy was once P’s senior, she was just so dumb that P was now her senior (can you imagine!?). So P’s shouting made her angry, and the fact that we knew about this though the argument was just mind blowing. They went back and forth, P kept on stressing on how Joy needs to mind her business and Joy was trying to let her know that she was trying to “help” so I won’t disrespect P. The argument was just messy but my whole heart was glad, glad that they fought, glad that Joy’s business was out in the open and most of all glad that I was not staying ostrich style under the bed.

That brings me to the end of the story guys! Was there any good thing that came out of this event? No, did Joy stop bullying me? Hell no, did Joy learn something from P? Of course not. You guys, this girl was the definition of wicked, I didn’t get why she was so wicked to me especially, I had sooo many encounters with her but this has to be the one that can’t leave my head (there’s still more, don’t get me wrong). I can’t say I have forgiven her and honestly I don’t think I can. The hatred is still very much present.

Thank you for reading to this point guys! Did you enjoy the story? Do you want more story times like this? I can make this a series, just say the word and its yours!

– Chika ❤