There’s no other reason why my classmates laugh in class other than my bald head. Once I step into the class, my bald head was enough to entertain them throughout the whole day. It’s not my fault that I battled with lice infestation ever since I was little. My parents especially my mum tried different ways to get rid of it but the more we tried to get rid of it, the more it appears on my head.
After numerous trials, cutting off my hair feels like the best solution.
You’ve cut your hair? It doesn’t even fit you. The lice is making your head look somehow, Onyeka, the most beautiful girl in my class said and everyone looked to their backs. They all laughed at me because there was no single hair on my head. Even sometimes when I cut my hair, it wasn’t that bad. I’ve never been that bald.
It might be better if we had a beret as part of our uniform but we didn’t so I had no choice than to keep opening my bald head everyday and giving my classmates the chance to laugh at something.
My fellow pupils keep talking about my bald head everyday and it wasn’t getting any funny.
You’re not fine as you used to be, then, this was the height of it all for Oyinlola, my school crush to tell me that.
The jealousy in me arose and that’s how I stopped talking to every girl in my class especially Onyeka, the one who makes the most beautiful hair. I couldn’t do this alone so I formed my clique in school and we all were girls who cut their hair.
Onyeka, your hair looks so fine and I like the color of your beads. It’s pink and that’s my favorite color, I have been waiting to say this to Onyeka so it will give me the chance to drag her hair and make her cry.
Seeing her hair gives me the feeling of disdain and I was always bitter whenever I see her hair. Onyeka was surprised to see me complement her hair even after I warned her not to ever talk to me again.
I thought you were jealous of me but why did you say something good about my hair?, she asked. Maybe she felt I was ready to be friends with her but the jealousy in me only wanted me to make the girl look more ugly.
Immediately she looked to the back, I spat on my hand then used it to rub Onyeka’s beautiful hair.
You like the hair?, she asked while shaking it so I could touch it very well. Onyeka wasn’t aware about my jealousness and she never knew I spat on my hands and used it to rub her hair.
Abojode, come here!!! I knew I was in trouble the moment Mrs Abodi called me to come. I thought I had checked around everywhere for no one to see me but Mrs Abodi still did.
How come she sees everything? I asked myself as I was walking towards where Mrs Abodi was sitted.
What did you do to Onyeka’s head? she asked. I couldn’t look into her eyes. If I did, she will know I was lying and I still could not say a word. I shook my head shamefully because my jealousy has put me into trouble.
Why did you spit on your hand and rubbed it on her head. That’s a sour grape and wicked act. You’ll have to apologize her or I take it up and report to the school authority, maybe I’ll start another rift between myself and Onyeka if I tell her what I did to her hair just as Mrs Abodi ordered.
I wasn’t willing to go but Mrs Abodi dragged me to the class to beg Onyeka in front of the whole class.
I want you all to beg Onyeka on my behalf. I spat on my hands and used it to rub her hair, I was not even done talking when the whole class shouted ahhh.
Onyeka started to cry in front of the whole class and I apologized again.
For the second time, the whole class laughed at me and every girl who made their hair started running away from me and I felt bad and ashamed for the second time.
I felt bad for my sour grape act and stopped them so that my friends wouldn’t mock me anymore and all the girls in the class will be my friend again.
