Akpadolu Chioma
Nov 6 · 2 min read

Hi lovelies💖

Thanks for stopping by. Again I am Akpadolu Chioma. I became eighteen last year so I am officially an adult😎 though sometimes I miss being a child. I grew up surrounded by love with so many memories...the good and not so good. This is one of those that made an imprint in my heart.

Friends

Since I come from a family of nine(please don't give a wow...I get that a lot), having friends or not wasn't a big deal...my siblings could always feel in. Though in my primary three, I met two people who became my friends but after one of us left the school, we somehow drifted.

It wasn’t till primary six that I made another group of friends. I liked to think of us as the musketeers only that we were four not three(I, Charles, Ibrahim and Shola). We did almost everything together, passed silly notes in class, made fun of teachers who picked their nose while teaching...I remember one Mr. Awee being our usual target. Writing this brings back all the memories and makes me smile at how silly we were. It was so much fun...until we left school.

I was in my sister’s secondary school, it was her graduation party. That was when I saw Shola again. I was so happy, I screamed her name and kept waving but she simply looked my way and walked away with her fancy friends. I was hurt beyond words. I knew the world 'betrayed' from books I had read but I had a first hand feeling of it that day. I still don’t know why she snubbed me. Was it because of the girls she was it? Was she ashamed of acknowledging I was her friend? Maybe it wasn’t any of those. She probably hadn’t seen me...she probably had. I may never know which it was. Though that experience taught me something. You could hang around a whole bunch of people but only few deserve the title 'my friend’.

Am glad today, I have those few😊.

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