The following Monday before classes began, just about everyone in Temi’s class had heard about her Friday night ordeal. As she had expected, the girls did not believe Temi when she recounted her experience with Madam. One of her classmates had even resorted to calling her “Temi Koin-Koin,” which only served to aggravate her further. Mrs. Onita, the English teacher did not appreciate the new nickname either. She heard it as soon as she entered the class. She made the liberal nick-namer, Tina, who also doubled as the chief noise-maker, kneel down in front of the whole class, as punishment. Mrs. Onita clearly did not have any sense of humor. Read More
Temi knew that tune. She was sure the whole school knew it too. It was the school song. The person – for Temi had decided only human beings could whistle – repeated the chorus three times. After the third time, the whistling stopped abruptly. Everything was silent again.
Temi must have been standing near the open door for at least ten minutes. She did not know whether to go back to her bed out of fear of whoever was outside or peep to get a good look. In the end, she picked the latter. She could not remain on the same spot and produce a stream of urine, standing up. “The Uprightly Incontinent One” would be her new nickname, at least for those who could actually pronounce the word ‘incontinent.’ Read More
Temi woke up and looked into pitch darkness. Save for the snores of the other girls in her dormitory room, there was no other sound. Well, except for what she assumed to be crickets chirping. But it was not the crickets that had woken her up.
“I shouldn’t have drunk so much water before going to bed. Who’s going to follow me to the bathroom at this hour?” Read More
I love humor
I write fiction
Call me Sharon Read More