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|Continue The (Lola) Story by Oluchi007(f): 2:31pm On Dec 30, 2011|
Lola’s blood was sizzling. She had been standing under the fiery sun for an hour and there was no sign of a taxi.
Her spotless white shirt, which she had carefully chosen for her interview that afternoon, now had two clouds of perspiration right beneath her underarms.
She hissed loudly then lifted her wrist to look at her watch. It was 12.30pm. She needed to be at the office by 2pm.
‘God, I hate Lagos,’ she said aloud, not minding the other passengers standing beside her.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 5:36pm On Dec 30, 2011|
She began to think about how much she really needed this job and how her life would continue to be miserable
without it. She was a single mother who had to live with the shame and stigma of being unmarried with a 2-year
old daughter under her parents' roof. Although her mother had treated she and her daughter well, the look of
contempt she got from her father everyday made her feel worthless. She had made several efforts to get a job with
her National Diploma in Accounting which she obtained just before she got pregnant, but it had been a frustrating
experience so far. It was either the interviewer wanted to be too familiar with her or her qualification was not good
enough virtually everytime she went for an interview.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by MarcAnthon(m): 1:50am On Dec 31, 2011|
She shook her head as if to physically dismiss the thought. Just then a bus raced towards them and stopped a few inches from where they stood.
They scampered away to safety first before surging forward almost immediately to find space. She took the decision almost immediately she saw the
bus approach. Why not, she thought. The endless wait for a taxi does not bode well for her. Better to arrive early and a little bit more scraggly than to be late for an
interview. She'll take a bike once they got to Obalende.
'Obalende!' The bus conductor cried. 'Hold your hundred naira change o,' he commanded.
Lola pushed and tugged and finally secured a seat in the middle row of the fourteen-seater bus.
'Hold your hundred naira change o,' the conductor repeated. 'Eleyi o ni change o.'
'Obalende is seventy naira!' A middle aged man in the front seat barked. A few other people added their voices in support.
'E mo scores sha,' the conductor said, addressing all of them, all the while rearranging the naira notes in his hand.
'It is not by force o. We never move. You fit drop now because I no want trouble o. I don talk my own finish.'
'Oloshi,' a woman ventured. 'Ole,' another said. 'Thank you,' the conductor replied, uncharacteristically. 'E jalo jere,' he said to the driver.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Nj girl: 7:55pm On Jan 02, 2012|
Now seated in in the bus she recited within herself all interview tips she had read and heard over the years, the underarm stains had already broken rule number one 'presentation'.She had always had a sweating problem, kingsley the father of her 2 year old daughter had always joked that she was not created for the hot weather. She shook her head in regret as she thought of the old times with kingsley, she thought of him many times, not because she still had feelings for him but because their 2-year old daughter was his exact replica, she couldnt even look into her daughters eyes without remembering the moments when Kingsley would look in her eyes and promise her heaven and earth. Her daughter Sandra had even inherited kingsleys bushy eyebrows. Her thoughts quickly shifted from Kingsley to her 'to do list', a list of things she would do if she got d job. First she had to move out of her parents house, her dads looks of disdain and sacarstic remarks were pissing her off. The neighbours were also annoying, though they complimented Sandras beauty in front of her, behind her they gossiped about how a National diploma holder could make a mistake which should only be heard of among secondary school kids.
'I really need this job',she said. The second time she was thinking aloud that day, something she always did when stressed out.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by iceblue(f): 1:26pm On Jan 11, 2012|
She made it to reception in the nick of time - another 30 seconds and she would have been late. She gave her name to the lady at the front desk and asked to use the rest room, barely taking note of the other visitors in the room.
in the ladies she tidied her clothes and hair, re-applied her make-up with a strict eye, and prayed the armpit clouds would dry quickly before she was called in. Almost as an afterthought, she gave her face another look. Pretty. Intelligent eyes, even if a little sad. A small brown line on her shirt elbow, when another disembarking passenger shoved her against the rusted seat frame in front of her. Otherwise, she'd pass.
'Don't mess this up!' she warned her reflection, then tried to massage the worry lines away from her face. Once out the door, her game face was on.
'They're waiting for you in the third room down the corridor. It's the conference room.' Miss-Front-Desk called out.
She bit her lips nervously.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 1:44pm On Jan 11, 2012|
She realized as she walked towards the conference room that she had not separated the photocopies of her credentials from the original copies. This added to her nervousness and she could feel her hands tremble as she placed her hands on the door knob, she took a very deep breath and opened the door.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by iceblue(f): 1:55pm On Jan 11, 2012|
It was a small conference room - more like a meeting room, and Lola put on a shy smile as she walked in. There were only two people - an older guy, and another lady who looked to be in her late thirties.
The lady, Mrs. Omojobi-Clark was an interesting white woman with many Nigerian mannerisms, married to a wealthy Nigerian man, and she needed a personal assistant to manage her increasingly busy schedule. Her businesses were expanding, and she was looking for a sharp girl who could keep up, and ensure that nothing slipped. The older guy was her husband, and while he said little and kept a straight face, Lola could tell that the man was observing everything nonetheless.
The interview was short, but friendly. Could she work long hours? Yes, but not everyday. Could she travel for up to a week at a time? Of course. Did she have any dependents that would be affected by her absence? A daughter, but Sandra would be fine with her grandparents, Lola replied. What did she think about fashion? What policies could affect the growth of the textile and fashion industry in nigeria? What books did she like to read?
At last the interview was over and Lola was dismissed with the standard 'we'll be in touch'.
It was 4 p.m., and she was late picking up her daughter from school. One crazy hour later, she collected Sandra from a stern looking teacher.
'Hey there princess! Sorry I'm late. Mummy went to see a lady about a job'
'OK. No problem. Aunty Amaka was a little upset, but she's always upset so I don't mind. Did the lady give you the job?'
'I don't know yet. She said she would call me. But between you and I,' Lola whispered into her daughter's ear 'she had better give me the job or i'll wear a teletubby dress to your school next week!'
Sandra put her hands to her cheeks, child-like, and laughed. And that's when i saw it - a harsh red line just below her jaw. I stopped dead in my tracks and bent to examine her face. She flinched as i touched it. 'Where did this come from sweetie? Who did this to you?'
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by iceblue(f): 1:58pm On Jan 11, 2012|
*running away before i'm tempted to finish the story*
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Jamesmelbin(m): 11:09pm On Jan 12, 2012|
pls, someone sh0uld continue the story. Abeg. Iceblue, marc, oluchi? Who's there?
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Piechart(f): 2:04pm On Jan 13, 2012|
when PHCN brings light. battery running low
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 10:16pm On Jan 16, 2012|
@iceblue, please change the last paragraph you wrote to reflect the narrator not Lola speaking. Lola isn't the one telling the story. I know, you got excited and forgot?
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Efemena_xy: 7:05pm On Feb 07, 2012|
Her heart wretched in pain as she noticed her daughter's smile slowly fade away and she suddenly fell silent, unwilling to respond
"Sweetheart, tell mummy - what happend to your face?"
Her daughter shifted nervously from one foot to the other, twirling her pleated skirt in her fingers, looking downwards trying to avoid making eye contact with Lola.
Kneeling to her level so she could take a closer look at her face "Sandra?" Lola gently proded her
Just then Lola noticed her frail body trembling, tears dripping onto her shoes and her heart went out to her daughter. She was suddenly overcome by that protective motherly instinct to shield her daughter from all harm, to fight to the death and ward off anything that would make her unhappy. . .like a protective lioness to her cubs. .
The words came tumbling out hesitantly at first, then like waters rushing through a flood gate, she couldn't seem to say it all at once
"It. . .it wasn't my fault mummy. I tried to ignore them at first like you've told me to but they kept making fun of me and they wouldn't stop when I told them to. . "
"Who sweetheart?" Lola asked. "Who wouldn't stop? what did they do?"
"The girls in my class. Tope and Amaka. They said I shouldn't play with them because I don't have a daddy and. . ."
Her words seemed to trail off into the distant hills below as Lola felt the familiar frustrating anger well up inside her again. The same old story of child bullying. Children getting away with almost anything, on their moral high horses whilst the teachers turned a blind eye at the injustice of it all!
None of this was her daughter's fault. She didn't ask to be born. So much weight on such little shoulders.
". . .and when I pushed her off, they all pushed me back and then I fell. I didn't mean to fight with them mummy. . ."
As Sandra's words came echoing back to her, Lola caught sight of the teacher moving uneasily from the corner of her eye. Squaring her shoulders and trying to keep her anger in check, Lola stood up, turned and faced her.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by adebayo201(m): 8:42pm On Feb 10, 2012|
Aunty?! She shoutd. 'where are you when those brats were beating my daughter? Lola asked. 'I told you the last time how they nearly used pencil to pierce her hand. Pls i wont take it lightly if it happen again. Aunty Amaka is sheivering almost wetting her skirt. She can recollect how Lola beat up two ladies of her age in the street opposite where she is staying when a lady Ronke abused Sandra of being fatherless when she was sent some stuffs in Ronke's shop. 'I dnt even knw y i am even telling you this. let me c d headmaster myself' Lola thought. Aunty Amaka knew that she would be in trouble if she nt stop her because she had been sleeping all day long. 'mummy Sandra,dnt du like this now,shebi i don dy beg u since' aunty amaka plead. 'pah' Lola slapped her.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 6:33am On Feb 11, 2012|
^Please edit that to standard English.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 6:50am On Feb 11, 2012|
Aunty Amaka's eyes turned red, she could not remember the last time she had been slapped by anybody. Now, a parent of one of her pupils had just reminded her of what a hot slap felt like.
She felt humiliated and didn't know when the tears started dropping from her eyes.
Lola stood in shock- she had just slapped her daughter's teacher! It tore her to bits, she had always tried to be the perfect mother to Sandra despite the fact that she had been left alone to carry the burden of parenting.
A mixture of shame, humiliation and horror took hold of her and she stood there transfixed.
A small crowd of pupils, parents and teachers had quickly formed around them but between Lola and Amaka, time stood still at that moment.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by wisemen045(m): 8:08pm On Feb 11, 2012|
And when the time dilation was finally over; Lola, still angered, called out in her loud voice and demanded to speak with the head teacher who was just descending the flight of stairs leading to her office. Miss Olatunji could you follow me to my office for a little discussion she said. Lola picked up Sandra, adjusted the button of her shirt that had got undone during the brief encounter with Aunty Amaka and made her way to the head teacher's office.
I need to calm down Lola told herself. She breathed in and out in rapid succession just as she had learnt in the yoga manual she had stumbled across on the internet why reading up for her interview with Mrs. Clarke. Her mind darted again to the interview. What are my chances she said aloud. Excuse me the head teacher responded and looked back. Did you say something?
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Dariye(m): 6:40am On Feb 13, 2012|
oh! My God, i've been missing a lot.this section is really interesting o.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by adebayo201(m): 7:57am On Feb 13, 2012|
Dariye:no be smal tin oh
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Dariye(m): 10:12am On Feb 13, 2012|
'no sir,i was just thinking aloud'she said. They walked upstairs and turned left,heading towards the headmasters office. All this while she was carrying her daughter,cuddling her as if not to slip,fall down and break like an egg. Her mind was far from the present,'what will be the outcome of my interview?she pondered, the headmaster coughed to clear his throat as they moved on,just then,her mind flipped to the present situation, 'what would be the outcome of this meeting with her daughter,s headmaster?' she remembered the last time she was heading towards the man's office,just last week when she came to pay 75% of her daughter's school fees with all the money she had collected from her 'esusu',she had begged the headmaster to allow her daughter sit for the exams promising to balance up before the end of the term, having no clue whatsoever as to how this'll be achieved.
'pls come in'he said,as he opened the door, holding it for her to come in,she dragged in like a dog having its tail between its legs,still carrying her daughter. 'gbam' he angrilly jammed the door,'sit down mrs Adebayo'with a strict and deep voice as he stormed to his seat facing her, with a table inbetween them. Noticing she was still standing,'i said sit down'with a more strict voice,'i'm okay standing sir'she replied 'now tell me,'he started,'why did you assault my staff?'waiting for a response but she could not just find the words,she tried talking but could not utter a word as if suddenly spelled with dumbness,then she went on her knees,'please sir,i'm very sorry' she pleaded, 'thats not the answer to my question' he barked,'now listen,'he continued,'you were here begging me lastweek to allow your daughter write the exams with only 75% school fees payment,if by next week monday,you don't come with the remaining balance, then your daughter will not be allowed to write the remaining papers and you can as well look for another school for her,do you understand?' crying she replied, 'please sir,i promise it will never happen again' he became furious,'are you deaf?,now let me explain in simple words,your daughter has been expelled for what You've done and the only options left to you are 1. You come to school nextweek with the school fees balance,accompanied with an apology letter to the teacher you humiliated and the entire school which will be read in a meeting with the entire staff on monday by you or 2.we wipe your daughter's name from our student's register, your choice,'she's now weeping out loudly,'on monday is just 19th,please give me till the end of the month when i receive my salary.' 'no way' he roared, 'now get out of my office before i call the security men to throw you out'as he reached for the phone,she quickly got up,wiped her eyes, lifted up her daughter and headed for the door.
(pls i stand to be corrected,i need critics to my write up to enable me make amendment)
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by wisemen045(m): 11:56am On Feb 13, 2012|
We are all here to perfect our skills. The more you write; the better you become. I guess you got carried away by the story and didn't really pay attention to details. For instance, the character of the head teacher had been established by wisemen045 as femine - quote- '', with the head teacher who was just descending the flight of stairs leading to HER office''. Wisemen045 also established Lola's maiden name, since she wasn't married to kingsley, as ''Miss Olatunji'' - quote- ''Miss Olatunji could you follow me to my office for a little discussion''. With that, Lola's identity became complete as Miss Lola Olatunji. It can be inferred that Lola is jobless from the previous submissions. Your insertion '' please, give me till the end of the month when I receive salary'' lacks foundation and could derail the story line. Advise; read the thread from the begining before contributing.
Try and work on your punctuation. Use that spacebar please! Did you type with a mobile device?
Thank you for contributing.
All my two kobos!
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by adebayo201(m): 5:06pm On Feb 13, 2012|
Thanks Wisemen, u too much!
. . . Lola left the headmistress dejected.She looked at Sandra,who is also crying and said "You caused all this thing. It was not your fault rather,if not for that Kingsley who abadon you and me to face these things alone" .
Sandra too increased the tempo of her voice and said "Mummy,im very sorry,i wnt do that again!" Lola walked home ashamed, with the staff of Mummy's care Nur/Pry Sch all looking at her and her daughter. She had it in mind to meet Aunty Amaka to apolojize personaly but she was shy.
Some minutes to her father's house,Lola started thinking about her interview. She thought about the Madame that interviewed her and the nature of the job. She also thought about the salary; "#30,000!''she murmured! Just for a month aside from transport allowance and feeding allowance."God! Pls,help me,to secure this job!" she prayed. Unknown to her,she forgot to look at the on rushing toyota camry coming from her left hand side. "mummy"! shouted Sandra. . .
For about three days, Lola has been unconscious in Shammah Specialist Hospital,she had been hitted by Mr Clarke's driver Ojukwu who. . .
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Dariye(m): 1:01am On Feb 14, 2012|
Thanks very much,actually,i typed from my phone trying as much as possible to make it look presentable but alas,
Concerning the names, they escaped my mind while typing and going back to recheck or confirm'll mean starting all over again. All the same i'm sorry and thank you. I'll be very careful henceforth.
@ the post above me, the word is 'hit' not 'hitted', there's no such word as that.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Dariye(m): 1:05am On Feb 14, 2012|
, and lastly 'please give me till the end of this month'as used was imagined to be a lie so that lola could get more time to hussle for the money, that was deliberate.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Dariye(m): 1:12am On Feb 14, 2012|
adebayo201:Why am i having a feeling like you've killed the story. Is it just me?
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by adebayo201(m): 7:55am On Feb 14, 2012|
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 9:35am On Feb 14, 2012|
Dariye and Adebayo201, I beg you to edit your posts after re-reading all of our previous posts stopping here:
Thereafter re-write your additions to the story after careful thought and proof-reading.
I may be forced to ask that your posts be deleted if you don't do this, you are turning the story into rubbish.
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by adebayo201(m): 2:53pm On Feb 14, 2012|
, did you said something? asked Miss Olatunji. Hmm no ma, i am just , not at all ma. Lola answered. Miss Olatunji was the head teacher of OLAMBO nursery and prymary school, she hailed from Oyo state Iwo south precisely. She was a NCE holder of one of the prestigious college of education in the country. She was a light skinned lady in her late 35's. She preferred to be called Miss Olatunji since that was the name the children of her school have been calling her before She got married to Mr Seun Olatunji about six years ago.
*i think i made a good here*
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Dariye(m): 11:08pm On Feb 14, 2012|
okay, here i come
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by thiscounts(m): 1:43pm On Feb 15, 2012|
@Adebayo201,you guys have been doing great.Let me call your attention before maclatunji would hold u by your jugular vein, he might not want to forgive u of this;
Did you[b] said[/b] something?, When you use the 'do verb'and its allomorphs e.g did,does to ask question,you do not inflect your main verb.It remains in its lexical form.
e.g Did you say something?
Does he say something?
I know that mistake wasnt intentional U might change it.
I enjoy the creativity you are all displaying,I wish I could.Cheers
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by adebayo201(m): 10:55pm On Feb 15, 2012|
. . . Noted Sir! im very grateful!
Maclatunji pls .
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Efemena_xy: 8:47pm On Mar 08, 2012|
Being a lover of nature and under happier circumstances, Lola would have stopped in awe to admire the the newly trimmed flowering hedges which seemed to overflow with a rich assortment of pink, yellow and white petals. The pure greenery of the impeccably freshly mowed lawns constantly being watered by a complex multitude of sprinkler systems were designed to give an overall breathtaking view as the rays of the harsh November sunlight reflected a rainbow effect off the light showery droplets of water, all of which seemed to be in stark contrast with the brown shrivelled shrubs - a manifestation of the dry hamattern season - dotted around the dusty surrounding outskirts of the school.
Walking briskly along several school corridors behind Ms Olatunji, Lola could barely keep up pace with her as they went past the beautifully manicured gardens which were carefully being tended to by the school gardeners. As they approached the end of what seemed to be a maze of corridors to Lola's dazed state of mind, she could see Ms Olatunji's office clearly marked "Head Teacher" on the office door.
Pushing aside the heavy oak door, Lola could feel her mouth suddenly go dry and her palms felt sweaty as they stepped into the Head Teacher's spacious office.
"Please, have a seat" Ms Olatunji curtly but politely offered Lola.
"Thank you" Lola responded, all too grateful to be seated as her legs suddenly felt weak and she felt a wave of tiredness wash over her.
"Now, I must start by saying it is absolutely unacceptable for any member of my staff to be attacked by a parent - whatever the reason may be" stated Ms Olatunji in a stern voice, from behind her rich Mahogany desk. "What just happened out in the playground goes against our school policy and Mrs Amaka is well within her rights to take this matter up with the police and press for first degree assult charges against you."
"I understand, Ms Olatunji" Lola replied in an unhappy voice. She suddenly felt very tired and drained by the whole day's events.
Ms Olatunji peered at Lola closely and sighed, her frown slowly easing off her face. "Look, I know things aren't easy for you at the moment" she continued in a much more sympathetic voice "But you have to understand that my main priorities as the headteacher are to ensure the well being of both my staff and pupils here."
"Yes, I understand and completely agree with what you say" Lola responded. "I really don't know what came over me today and I apologize unreservedly for what happend out there in the playground earlier on" she continued. "I have been under a lot of pressure of late but that is absolutely no excuse for what I did and I am truly sorry."
|Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 9:46pm On Mar 08, 2012|
"Exactly", Ms. Olatunji replied. "That is why I am placing your daughter on suspension for the next two weeks starting from tomorrow, Wednesday."
Lola looked on, transfixed. A combination of shame and anger was gradually taking a firm hold of her and she started trembling. "This is a private school madam, I try to pay my daughter's school fees promptly and you cannot just suspend her for my actions, no matter how bad they are," she retorted.
Ms. Olatunji by now had the stern look on her face again and said curtly "at Little Angels Children's School, we demand discipline from our pupils, teachers and parents- no exceptions. In addition, you must write a formal apology to the school and the teacher in question before your daughter is allowed back into the school. Of course, you have the right to withdraw your daughter from this school should you find our conditions unacceptable. Have a nice day madam."
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