Ordeals of the Wolverine

  Chapter Two

             
  --She was a museum full of ART, but everyone shut their eyes at her              

From the forced study time in a bid to pass exams under the influence of maama’s baritone voice to the long minutes spent in the bathroom having a swell time flipping through the pages of adult magazines and her best romance novels. The models on the cover enticed her with their slender perfect figures and the stories about women who conquered the world was a delight. Most importantly, she loved to watch the shirtless men who were used to advertise colognes and perfumes that no one really saw other than the chiseled abs of the models.

Time, they say really does fly, and so did the years spent in secondary school. Welcomed into a larger world of diversity and conflicting opinions on life issue in the university was becoming a problem which she looked forward to solving. She struggled to fit even though she headed her own clique. Girls and boys that found their way around her for reasons she couldn’t figure out. 

Their discussions centered majorly on sexuality, parties and little to nothing about classes rather they saw going to school as a necessary enjoyment . She enjoyed their company and most of all how real they spewed their point of view on every and any matter brought up.

They soon noticed how well detailed she was when it came to the issue of sex and they silently labelled her a ‘’whore’’ and a ''Pro''. Little did they know that she was well read and mills and booms were her favorite books to read and she also preferred smoking her blunt to actually engaging in sex (something she had not experienced). 

The labels were alright, so long as she controlled the narrative which she did so well.

Slowly she sunk down into addiction, until the first boy who caught her interest came along.