Semester break/Holiday wasn’t bad. Days were spent sleeping and listening to the new Playboi Carti album which isn’t a bad life for a young black man. I had reached a point where I was now gaining mental footing again. But the dreams of waking up next to a woman who I had never seen before and using axes in a desolate battle with different types of monsters that were obviously Renchi were still occurring, albeit a bit erratic.But Dan and Dwayne made sure that I was ready to leave. They had formed a group chat on W******p that was just the funniest shit ever.I packed more clothes this time. Just wearing my uniform or my faith wear t shirt and jeans like I was some cartoon character was kinda weird. This time I packed a fair amount of my wardrobe, my favourite black and blue Jordan 1’s included.As I zipped my travel bag shut, I heard someone enter my room.“Going on a trip?”It was my mom.I looked at her for a moment, then looked at the travel bag on my bed.“Nah, just, you know…I wa

As expected, the Directors address was long and boring.The highlight of the whole thing was the introduction of a short ebony skinned man with a frosty white afro and beard. Apparently, his name was Mr. Fenta and he was going to the new boarding master for the boys. And again, only at that point did I find out that Ms. Luceal was the matron for the girls hostel.Mr. Fenta received a luke warm round of applause, mostly from us, the first years.To the left of us was Wish. She sternly ordered us to clap again. I’m the only one who heeded her command which only granted me awkward glances from my peers.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Director thanked us for listening and wished us a good day.As we exited Gerri’s Hall (named after the original bangle user), I noticed a new face.She was standing a few feet away from the rockery at the foot of Gerri’s golden statue.The girl was tall, not taller than me but tall for a girl. She was really thin, so much so that her baggy c

It was my first time in the library since I gave an unwarranted farewell to Wish.That might sound weird given that after Legendo's death I still had to study for exams, but the library was not the place for me.The more I passed by it in the foyer. Even if I thought about it, it was like the straw that broke my repression's back. One thought about Raven would lead to another, and then another... And then I'd feel really sad."I found this."Atilia returned to the desk I had occupied with a thick brown and black book. It was leather bound, the title being 'BLESSED HISTORY 101'.More like pussy boys 101, ha!"Let's see."She handed me the book. I skipped the first few pages containing the information about the author and a lengthy foreword.A bold topic introduced itself to me.'BACKGROUND ON HUMAN AND RENCHI RELATIONS.'Even though the director and Amero had told me the gist of everything, I decided to read out loud (but not so loud that the librarian would be mad) so that Atilia could

I made sure to take several looks around before we entered the washing room. It was obvious that no one would be around. But when one is up to no good, you can never be too careful."Don't shut the door too tight," said Jax. The door was now old and overdue for replacement. The last time we had carried out what was now our morning routine (jump-starting Jax called it), we had somewhat of a difficult time getting out.I stood next to Jax as he placed the ingredients for the "Fuel" on top of one of the washing machines. A sealed bottle of Jack Daniels and a can of Coke.He reached into his coat and handed me the dragon's tail (we called that DT now) and a crumpled-up rolling paper. As usual, he mixed the juice and rolled up the DT.I lit the joint as soon as it was intact. I realized that I had greatly improved since the first time with Daniel and Dwayne on the rooftop last semester. The thick and creamy aroma-laced smoke swirled around the room before escaping through the two rusty v

I gently placed my hands on the doors and pushed past. A cool and sterile-smelling breeze welcomed me. Although I'm not sure if 'sterile' is the best word, more like 'minty'. The dome was in fact a hall of sorts. Layered and rising seats similar to those in your regular lecture room arched before and above me. Four narrow stairways rose from the soil up to the suspended sitting area, which was made from polished wood and golden railings. Pots of thick vegetation hung from the suspended arch, barely touching the ground like a bride's veil. It was truly spectacular architecture, but the most impressive structure stood in the middle of the room. Much like the other four, there was a narrow stairwell that rose from the ground. However, this one was made from gold, wood and clay. And instead of leading into a seating area, it led into the palm of a giant golden statue. The statue was of a female blessed. Gripped in its right hand was a staff that was just a few inches shorter than itse