Big Bold & Beautiful episode 1 &2

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(Story by Prisca Ezeh)
Episode 1

My names are Christabel Ijeoma Zendaya.. Half Nigerian, half American but literally i was raised up by my free careless junky of a mother who was the dad on the other hand travelled with his Mexican girlfriend (don’t say he is a bad man mum caused it sha)..we were handed over to my mum due to court standards because my mum caught my dad cheating and wanted a divorce ..Well i am FAT… Very very chubby though.. I was actually left to do whatever i like because i was the baby of the house and my elder siblings are actually out of the country in search of a better life
Mum and I had to leave the States when i was much younger and decided to spend eternity in Nigeria.. Chaii.. See suffer oo

Oh i almost forgot.. I know you are surprised at my accent but the good news is that i met a lot of Nigerian friends, learnt pidgin and blended in.. But when you listen close i still got my American accent

We were living in a well decorated house with already-made furniture and swimming was interesting until mum enrolled me into a mixed school without my consent, she said it’s named “BRITISH HIGH” bla bla bla.. I was mad at her initially but i needed to mix up with NIGERIAN KIDDOS Ugh!!

Day one preparing for school
“Ristabel come over breakfast is ready..ya gonna be late for school?” Mum nagged
Always fantasizing about that school!!
“Coming” i said rushing down to eat
She pecked me and greeted
“Good morning my love”
“Mom?? Please stop kissing me, am not a child”
“You are sweetie” mum laughed as she brought out a pack of cigarette and lighted one
“Always smoking” i murmured to myself but never knew she heard me
“Christabel why you always on this matter?”
“Mum!!..Why are you always on drugs? Huh?? Coming to my school and the kids say ” that’s her mom, a junky? Loser?”
“Please just stop! You have no idea how i worked so hard, worked up my ass to save for us huh??”


(Story by Prisca Ezeh)
Episode 2

“Your dad is over Mexico, messing around with a Mexican b*tch and yo tell me trash?..Yo got the guts to eat my food, drink my tea and getting much fatter by the day!”

*Pause* That word “FATTER” really got me
“What?! Am fat?”
“Yes yo are and you need to melt yourself into pulp!’
“Oh yea?”
I felt bad by that word,even my mum knew i hated when people call me fat..I looked at her with tears in my eyes and left breakfast, she was fuming and confused
“Baby wai-t”
I just ran out..I was still tearing up when the school bus came to pick me…the door of the bus swing open and i boarded
Just then the bus guy said
“See Oyinbo oo..See hair, see as how you dy shine like gorimapa” the other kids in the bus laughed so hard not because i was fair but because i was very fatttttt…until one hit his head on the window rail and fainted
“Abeg take am easy oo” the driver continued laughing
I saw how wounded this kid was and asked for help
“Please sir, someone’s an ambulance” i was trying to resuscitate the wounded student
“Oboy i don enter today oo” the driver looked shocked
“So what yo saying? Be quick pls!” I was starting to form
The kids in the bus were amazed not because of the incident but because of my accent and my willingness to help the wounded student
“Okay una go go late for schooling sha because i go take Oyinbo and Obeni go hospital”
The kids nodded in agreement..
“Pheew i saved someone today”… I said to myself
I felt proud of myself..
Gotten to the hospital..the nurses rushed out to grab the wounded boy from the driver’s grip.. All i heard from the nurses were
“Jesus is this actually a human being?” I thought they were talking about the wounded boy but it all landed on me
“You too fat oo.. No tell me you save this boy” one of the nurses said
“Abeg try reduce, you fit dance at all?”
I was embarrassed…is this what fat people go through in Nigeria,because we are fat we can’t be heard?

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