Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. what’s important to me is not other’s opinions of me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself.C. JoyBell C.
So, I stood in front of the mirror in the girl’s bathroom, I adjusted my dress and cleared my throat. then I announced the song I’d be dedicating to myself and I began to sing. I entertained myself in the mirror. Flipping the hair I don’t have, doing the wiggles and the you-ain’t-gat-no-games look, I appraised and sang to the masterpiece in the mirror. Just as I gave my finishing bow, the door opened to reveal one of the staffs and a few students behind her. One of the girls had gone to report that I have gone mad again. The ‘smh’ the staff gave me came with a probation that if such report came again, I’d be referred to the psychiatrist. Psychiatrist kwa? Kilode? Am I the only one who appreciates crazy here? Am I?