Chapter 3 The feud

Chapter 3

"Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive, and will come forth later, in uglier ways."

-SIGMUND FREUD

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🖤_JAMES' POV_🖤

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When I opened the message I was so disappointed.

What Smith sent was just a full stop "."

After all those typing.

I didn't bother texting him again. I closed my laptop.

I tried to sleep but I can't.

The cold was freezing me. And the worst part is that the Air Conditioner was turned at the highest.

Just when I turned off the light and climbed the bed, my door opened.

Someone turned the light on and a boy walked in.

It was Mr Orwell son.

What's that his name sef.....

"Hey!" He said cordially.

"Hey" I said, getting up from the bed.

"Oh I'm sorry, you were sleeping. I'll leave just now" he apologized.

"I wasn't sleeping." I said "at least not yet. Is there anything important you want to say" I asked.

"Not really, I just thought you were bored to death, so I came for a little chit chat" he shrugged.

No wonder people in my country said, "Oyibo people talk with their nose."

This boy accent is something else. His English was fresh and very flawless.

"Oh that's what I really want. Chitchat" I smiled and he chuckled.

He sat in the chair opposite the bed where I sat.

"Your name?" He asked.

"James Jimi Akindele. You?"

"Mason." He said. "Sorry I and my sister were rude to you during supper"

"Rude? You hardly even say anything to me" I retort

"Yeah .. that's rudeness. Isn't it?"

I shrugged.

"You are from Ghana. Right?"

"Nope, Nigeria"

"Ohhh... Really? You look like a Ghanaian to me.'

"You look like an American to me" I said.

"I'm not an American. I'm British"

"I didn't say you're an American, I just say you look like them"

"How does an American look like?" He asked.

"How does a Ghanaian look like?" I retorted.

Then he understood the point. He started laughing.

I laughed too.

"You're really crazy, you know."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" I smiled.

"Well, there's a Ghanaian in Cambridge. I'm sure you'll like to meet him."

I thought about it... My fellow Africa in the school.

Sounds great.

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It was 1am.

I was pressed and I have no idea where the toilet is?

The house is just so large.

I wandered around and opened any small door I see.

Any door which I assume to be a toilet.

Finally I found a door.

It was inscribed "Convenience".

At last!

As I walked towards the door I was sure I heard sounds inside.

At first I thought it was someone whose faeces refuses to pass the anus.

Just like sometimes when Smith eats lot of carbohydrate. He'll spend his whole day in the toilet, moaning, groaning and crying.

I always stay outside the door and laughed him till he finished.

So maybe, that's what's going on inside.

I wanted to go back to my room, when I heard clearer.

Someone was saying something and crying at the same time.

I pinned my ear to the door and I heard; "Simon please...I love you".

It was a female's voice.

I counted 1, 2, and 3. Then I pushed the door opened.

I found Mr Orwell daughter (Elizabeth). She was on call.

She dropped the phone and stared at me with shock.

"You were eavesdropping" She accused.

I shrugged "I was hearing sobs, so I thought someone was in danger. I'm sorry if I intrude"

She gave a long head-toe look. Then she sneered and asked

"Who are you?"

"I'm James. I heard your call I was wondering who you were calling"

She scoffed "How's that your business?"

"I know is not my business but I was just wondering if...uhm ....I don't even know what I'm saying. Nevermind!"

She sneered and started leaving the restroom. I watched her as she walked away.

At a moment, she stopped and turned to me. "I was calling my boyfriend"

"Oh ..I thought as much. Seems you guys are no more." I said almost to myself but she heard me.

She gave me a last glare and left.

Did I forget to mention that she's the most beautiful thing I've seen.

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🤍_SMITH_🤍

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Adaeze came just before we left for the airport.

"I came just in time. You didn't even bother calling me that you're about leaving" She gave me a hug a light kiss on my lips.

I hardened my face.

"I heard is not Cambridge anymore. Is now Harvard." She said.

I said nothing. She hadn't noticed my mood.

"It must be hard to be far from your brother"

I bit my lips as she said this.

I felt like asking her right away!

But I decided to wait.

"Seriously Smith, to be honest; I'm afraid." She mumbled "I'm afraid that you'll leave me for some whit girl when..."

"Will you shut up!!!!" I yelled.

She stared at me in shock.

I've never yelled at her.

"How long have you been sleeping with my brother?" I asked suddenly.

She was more even shocked.

"Your brother??"

"No..my grandfather" I said sarcastically.

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been having an affair with James, say the truth and don't pretend"

She said nothing. She came to me and hugged me tight, while crying.

I felt like hugging her back, close to myself. Rather I stood still.

Until Mama came and coughed a little behind us.

"You've a flight to catch" she said.

She was already dressed.

Adaeze freed her hands from me and stared straight in my eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you!"

I took my luggages and followed Mama to her car.

Adaeze followed me, she was sobbing.

I don't know if she was crying because I'm leaving or because I've found out that she's having an affair with James.

We drove off. Leaving her in the compound.

"That's not a nice way to say goodbye to your girlfriend" Mama said.

I sighed "She was having an affair with James."

"Hm"

"Why the *hm*?" I asked.

"You and James are still too young to be having girlfriends"

"Young? I'm 19 for God's sake."

Mama said nothing. "Always remember to call me. Don't go to Harvard and forget your mother" Mama said.

I was marvelled with the sudden change if subject.

"I won't forget you, Mama. I'm not James"

James hated Mama for some reason which only him and her knows.

While I hated Baba. The reason is obvious, he don't like me, he says I'm too stubborn and always blame Mama for spoiling me.

So that's it. I and My Mother are one. While James and his father are 1.

Hence, that's why Baba never bothered to escort me to the airport.

Even this morning, the only thing he said to me was "When you get to the airport, ask for Mr Wellington. He's expecting you. I hope all your things are set. Be a good boy and don't be stubborn. I've sent you enough money that can last you for the rest of your life."

I wonder if 3 Million Naira would be able to last for the rest of my life.

If I convert it to Dollar, I'm not sure if is up to 10,000.

"The house will be empty without you guys" Mama said sadly.

"Not like this is the first time we're leaving home." I rolled my eyes.

James and I have never stayed a full year at home. From our Primary to Secondary school, we attended boarding school. In different part of the state.

"This is different." Mama said and I know it was true. This is damn different

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Few Hours Later,

I got a text from James

📩 Hi Bro... Good morning, I just feel like checking on you📩

I snorted after reading it. He wanted to check if I've read the whole diary.

I didn't reply the message. He had been sending since yesterday night and my only reply was a "."

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🖤_JAMES_🖤

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You'll think Nigeria university are beautiful, until you see a foreign one.

CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY is a typical example of beauty.The Best University in the world.

I was shown my class by the Vice Chancellor himself (Mr Orwell).

Every student in the class has a laptop. I'm grateful I brought mine.

"Welcome Jimi, to the computer science class." The lecturer who was on the class, said as I settled down.

"I'll prefer you call me by my English name, James" I said.

He shook his head "Jimi sounds better. You're a Nigerian right?"

I nodded and the whole class gasped.

Why?

"That's my favorite country. They've good writers there, let's take Chinua Achebe for example. You know he was my very good friend. I was the one who typed his first novel, *Things Fall Apart*"

"Really?"

"Yea" the old lecturer nodded proudly.

"Seems you both are pretty close"

"Of course. We both schooled at..."

"Sir are you going to teach or you'll keep talking about Nigeria." A girl rudely interrupts.

I turned back and stared at her.

She glared at me.

The whole class too, glared at me.

I knew suddenly that I'm going to make enemies in this school.

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🤍_SMITH_🤍

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"Hostel C, Room 12"

That was my room in Harvard.

I finally found the room after searching for two hours.

I knocked on the door. No one answered.

I sighed and waited.

Then I knock again.

The door opened and a boy poked his head out.

He was shirtless and sweating.

He gave me a questioning look.

"I'm Smith, I'm supp___"

"Oh, you're the new roommate. Come in" he said.

As I got in, I suddenly knew the reason why he was sweating.

A girl was getting dressed up and she too was sweating.

I thought white girls don't sweat.

The girl smiled at me and left.

There were four beds in the room.

"Who else lives here" I asked the guy.

"Joel and Theo. Joel owns this bed, while Theo owns this." He said pointing at the two bed beside me.

"I guess, mine is this one" I pointed at the fourth one.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry that's mine, yours' is this one...but is messed up. I'm sorry I messed it up, I'll just arrange it and change the duvet if you'll give me a minute.

For Real ? 😳

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It was my bed he used in shifting someone's womb.

I looked at the duvet. It was wet with Semen and Orgasm.

"Yuck" I grimaced. "I'm going to report this to the school authority." I started heading out.

"If you try that, I'll kill you now" he said behind me. His voice has lost it cool.

I turned to him and to my greatest surprise he was pointing a gun at me.

"You've a gun?" I widen my eyes.

He lowered the gun and threw it on the bed.

"Everyone has a gun in this room. And be careful cause if it were Theo you threatened to report, he would've killed you immediately." The guy said, then quietly, he changed the Duvet and replaced it with another.

I waited, I watched.

After he was done, he smiled at me and said "I'm Jack and you are??"

My mouth wavered as I said "Smith."

For some reason, I wished James was here.

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🖤_JAMES_🖤

After school, I noticed that a small crowd gathered around someone.

"What's going on?" A Chinese or Japanese guy asked me.

I shrugged. "No idea."

Soon, I ran to the scene and found a girl writhing on the floor, her mouth was foaming.

I thought it was only in Nigeria where crowd gathered and look at someone who is dieing without bothering to take the person to the hospital.

But London is the worst.

A girl is obviously dying and everyone was just around her, looking.

It took me some time before I recognizes the girl to be Elizabeth, the only daughter to Mr Orwell.

I sprung into action, I lifted her up and asked someone "where is the school, clinic?"

Everyone pointed at the east.

I ran with speed, carrying Elizabeth on my shoulder.

I knew it was attempted suicide.

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Tbc