Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E11

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Johnny

I was stuck indoors, held captive by extreme lack of money, and as such I couldn’t escape the girls’ drama. I dared not even take a walk outside to get away from them. I was avoiding the girl who sold me the things I wore to First Lady’s party and I was also avoiding our landlady’s son – but that one is another story.

They were not the only people I was avoiding. I was not taking my mum’s calls as well, as much as that filled me with guilt, and I was also not so keen to bump into First Lady and her crew or anyone who could recognize me from that party. I still hadn’t come up with a perfect lie to explain away my behaviour that night.

After the girl had been to the BQ like ten times to collect her money, I finally told her to come and collect her clothes. She told me I had worn them and I told her I would have them dry-cleaned. The poor girl looked at me like she was going to cry. I boned and told her I would find someone to buy them from me and then return her money.

It wasn’t a fair thing to do, I know, especially to someone who had been so kind to sell me things on credit, happy to wait for me to prostitute myself before paying her out of my service charge, but I was broke. And when I say broke, I mean I had less money than the money I didn’t have. I owed so many people and so many things had to be paid.

It was a Saturday night. Kike and Mama were totally tuned in to their Blackberries, both following the latest insults in a twit-fight between two girls on campus.

It made interesting reading, at least the bits I’d seen on Kike’s phone – my BIS service had expired.

The warring girls were Jambites. Whatever started their fight was long lost in a series of poison tongue tweets, but what was clear was that one girl felt betrayed by the other while the betrayer felt strongly that the self-proclaimed aggrieved party was an ‘Ashewo that sleeps withabokifor recharge card.’

Her adversary had responded to one of her rebuttals by tweeting that “2day u can have more followers dan me, but tomorrow I can have more dan u” – Twitter followers, that is. She followed this with “No condition is pamanet,” and her opponent promptly pointed out how she was even so bush, she couldn’t speel. Like that: ‘Speel’!

This for me was the highlight of watching the two girls reveal each other’s secrets to the whole world, never to be taken back, never to be secret again. I lost interest and decided to sleep, even though it was only like 8pm. But sleeping on an empty stomach is not easy, mehn!

When my phone rang I just knew it was good news. I knew it wasn’t my mother calling again, hoping that I would take her call this time. I knew it wasn’t the girl chasing me for money. Somehow, I just knew it had to be a call that would make me happy. I was right, it was Johnny!

I need to explain Johnny.