EPISODE TWO

Kemi, along with her sister, Bimbo, joined their mother in the kitchen to prepare dinner. Their mum was preparing spaghetti, which was actually Kemi’s favorite meal, garnished with wholesome veggies, prawns and lots of diced meat.

“Scrumptious!” smacking her lips in appreciation, “Mummy, I think I know the college I would love to attend.” Her mum continued serving up the spaghetti, unaware of her daughter’s statement.

“Mummy!” trying to get her mum’s attention.

“Yep. Oh. Tell me.”

“Well, daddy drove me past Russell International School, which totally caught my attention.”

“Ooh, that should have been interesting. Lucky you.”

“What exactly caught your attention?”

“The signboard, the garden, the gate, the glossy windows, the…”

“You know what? Just take the trays to the dining table, aunty!” her mum giggled.

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“Daddy, do you remember the school we saw on our way from the mall this afternoon?”

“Yes I do,” her father responded, “Russell, right?”

“Yes dad, you’re very correct. I told mum already,” she declared triumphantly.

“And guess what-“

“Hey madam, has this distinguished school made you forget your table manners? Please tell us about this later.”

“Yes ma.” Kemi pouted.

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 “Wow, mum! This is appetizing!” Kunle cried, breaking the silence.

“Thanks dear, kudos also goes to Bimbo and Kemi, who aided me.”

“Hmm. I’m sure Kemi was just doing all the tasting and looking at you too,” he smirked at her, “If I catch you. I’ll twist that mouth and make you lick my plate.”

Kemi frowned at him while mum reprimanded them both.

“May I have more spag?” Kunle pleaded, puppy-eyed.

“Is that a question?” his mum beamed.

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Kemi asked if she could share her experience as everyone was done eating, her face lighting up. Her dad nodded.

“So…actually, I don’t know much about the school yet since I saw it just through the window, but already I feel attracted to it.”

“The name’s cool and British-sounding, not to talk of the architectural masterpiece that sits on the lawn like a cake.”

Kemi’s dad smiled warmly and gently told his daughter that name and appearances aren’t good enough reasons for wanting to be admitted into a school.

“Besides, I have a feeling their fees are more costly than your sister’s school’s.”

“But daddy, how would you know if you haven’t been there?” Kemi mumbled, her tears trickling down her rosy cheeks.

“Don’t cry or wear a long face, my darling Kems, your dad and I will discuss it later,” her mum comforted.

How can I convince my parents about Russell? the discouraged Kemi thought.

That was quite a conversation, she thought.

Kemi’s dad looked like he had made up his mind on his daughter’s education, but Kemi kept whining about Bimbo’s school, the horrible grey pinafore, dull painting and non-simulative environment.

Well, I’m sure the only reason why Bimbo is in that depressing school is because we moved and there wasn’t enough time to choose a good school.

What if I can get some information about the college? That will help a lot. There’s really something about that school that attracts me.

To be continued...