Susan was in her 400 level when it happened. Right then, she knew something was wrong. At first, she started rebelling against the school system. She dyed her hair auburn and wore blue contact lens, even with full knowledge that she was in a private school.
Her folks back at home made it a lot harder when they cut her monthly allowance because according to them, “It is too much” for her. “Fifteen Thousand Naira too much?! Issokay” she said to herself. Sometimes, they even forgot to send the money altogether.
She began hunting for other ways to make some money. It was tough trying to combine the petty vintage cloth business she started up and her project research. Both were draining her on all levels. The business folded (obviously) and she began overthinking things. She soon became toxic and bitter, as all her close friends began to desert her.
Her final year project was trash and its defense was a struggling effort. But since the lecturers liked her, she got a thanks-for-coming C grade. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she got a carryover, meaning she had to take summer classes and wait a year before her convocation.
Her life practically took a long hike to sh*tsville. She started wondering how to tell her dad that she had an extra year. Particularly, she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her father would have to pay a quarter million naira for the summer fees.
She picked up her phone to call her Dad. The words fell from her mouth as she exhaled “Hello Daddy”.
To be continued…
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