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Year Nine

Aderike Adesanya Erere Ayenor Nour Berjawi

Rafka Dib Jeffrey Etim Wesley Etim

Lars Malcolm Infante Malek Jomaa Zainab Jomaa

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Year Nine

Favour Kalu Isabel Nimmyel Fejiro Obaro - Umeh

Mohanned Ivy Terante Paul Zubair
Sahmaraney

Mohammed Precious Edozie Favour Edozie
Safieddine

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Year Nine

Huwaida Abboud Yasmina Haidar Mr. Babatunde
Ojegbile
Year Tutor

THE CAUSES AND EFFECTS OF NOISE POLLUTION

By Aderike Adesanya.

Noise pollution is a major problem Although smaller generators don't do as
nowadays.From cars on the road much harm, larger generators used for
to manual labor using places such as oil companies use these

construction drills, there are a major large contraptions and not only is

number of them and the effects or damaging our hearing but also contributes

consequences can be very severe. to air pollution as the fumes from the

One major cause of noise pollution generator affects the air. Parties and

that is known by everyone who steps out c o n c e r t s i n g e n e r a l a re a m a j o r

of their house is construction work. The contribution to this problem.

constant drilling done by these workers With a 75% by 25% percent of youth

are a major problem and occur almost and adults that go to parties and concerts

everyday because an economy may need and the speakers at their maximum, no

more buildings to start more businesses. one realizes that as they have fun, they're

This could affect our everyday life because also slowly damaging themselves with this

of how constant this machinery is used. noise. The main effects of all this noise is

Another major cause is the sound of the damage done to the ears. Our

generators being used. We use these everyday things damage our hearing. But

ever yday but are unaware of the there are a few ways to prevent this

consequences. problem. For example, generators can be

Generators are very large machines replaced by inverters for quiet and full

and everyone not only has them but keep enjoyment. Sound proofing houses could

them as a necessity for daily activities. help a lot as well.

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Year Nine

BROKEN
By Ivy Terante

Lily saunters through the school gates and she nods. She stays there silently
with a smile. A smile brighter than crying…
the sun.Her smile is so bright no one
can hint that there's something ever wrong She tries to keep her smile, “Great as
with her. She gets to her class and greets always!” but her voice cracks a little.
her teacher. She walks to her friend Mal, one out of the
“Good morning Mrs. Evergreene” she two friends, in fact people, in her life that
happily said she can afford to trust, the other being
“Good morning sweetie” she smiled back Shayne who hasn't come to school yet.
“How has your morning been?” “Hey Mal” she greeted
Her smile falters a bit, remembering what “Hey Lily” he greeted back
happened this morning They talk for a while until Mal says
something funny and they both laugh. Mal
“You stupid girl, see what you made me playfully hits Lily on her arm and she hisses
do!” he shouted at her. He blames her for in pain. Mal notices this; he pulls her jacket
breaking the vase he stumbled on “This is down, revealing the nasty gash that was
worth more than your life! Now you have made from this morning.
to pay for it!” “Lily,' he calmly but angrily said “What is
He threw a shard of glass at her cutting her this?”
forearm deeply. She whimpered “But Papa, “I fell” she quietly said
you were the one who stumbled on it. “You fell, you fell?!” he repeated “Lily you
And how do you expect me to pay for?” and I both know that that's a lie!”
she spoke back. She said it even before she “Leave me alone Mal” she walked away
realized it was too late. That's the worst crying.
possible thing she could have done. She hated him for seeing through her. She
“You dare talk back to me?!” he rushed at knows he cares but she just hates it.
her choking her. She coughs and struggles Remember when I said she smiles like so
for air, then he throws her to the ground, bright no one can hint that there's
her back hitting the wall hard and she something ever wrong with her? Well, the
coughs out a little blood. She looks at the brightest smiles have the darkest stories.
blood on her hand and then at her father.
Her father slowly walks up to her and
bends.Grabbing her cheeks with one hand,
he said “Don't ever and I mean ever talk
back at me again.You heard me?” she didn't
reply “I said you heard me?!” he shouted

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Year Nine

TEENAGE LIFE: THEN OR NOW?

Is teenage life harder now back then
than it was before? Some has now become too easy for us,making our
may argue that teenagers had work load to grow immensely to the point
it harder in the past than they do we can handle. Also, for some students
now, but are they correct? Studies whose parents can't afford to buy Wi-Fi all
have shown that teenagers of today do have the time, it makes them incapable of
it harder than teenagers had it back then completing their homework.
due to the more common peer pressure,
cyber bullying and onerous work load. In my opinion, I do believe that
teenage life now is harder than it was before
Some adults may agree that considering the fact that I am a teenager and
life was harder for them as teenagers that I do experience heavy work load and
than it is now for us, simply because of unbearable expectations.Today, teenagers in
technology. Back then, technology had many parts of the world are forced/
not advanced to the point of superfast expected to reach unreal expectations and
computers or i-pads or phones and even if unrealistic goals by their parents, teachers
these did exist, it would have been very and friends; the people that are meant to
expensive for an average person to get and it help you are the ones that are pushing you
would not have been as fast or active as the too far.This is in addition to issues like cyber
ones we have now.As a result,they had to go bullying and peer pressure that results from
to the library and sit there for hours reading FOBLO (fear of being left out) which are
books upon books just to find a little bit of causing young people to develop deep
information. In other words, they would mental depression and suicidal thoughts.
have to read about four-six books just too
complete one assignment or essay. Just In conclusion, teenagers now do
imagine how difficult a whole school year of have it harder due to increased emotional
work would have been.These days, we have pressure, the unbearable expectations and
Google, an internet based service which unbelievable amount of work load.
enables us to find information quickly and
effectively without having to spend hours in
a library buried in a book.

On the other hand, teenagers
would argue that we do have it harder now.
Although we do have things like laptops,
tablets and mobile phones, it does not
necessarily mean we have it easier because
the advancement in technology has a direct
correlation to the overbearing work load
we have now. Since we have the privilege of
having such great technology and gadgets,
the work that was given to the teenagers

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Year Nine CHOICES

Some people lose their lives Some look and find answers to the
Other sacrifice it mysteries
Some commit suicide Others only need the solution
Leaving others crying their whole lives
Some people just got used to frowning
Some know the beauty of life Others know the beauty of a smile
Others discover it Some people know their goals in life
Others still don't know who they are

We can choose who to be
We can choose the path
That leads to where we go
You are the way you are
And no one can take you away from you

By Zainab Jomaa

THE PROSPECT OF SOLAR POWER

Solar energy is a powerful source, that In the
comes from the sun's rays. Solar energy future,
can be used to power a large amount of s o l a r-
solar-powered objects through solar-panels energy can
and solar-cells. be used to
Solar energy helps us a lot on Earth by power
providing us with energy that doesn't cause cars that
pollution or the release green house gases. can work
Solar energy can be used t power calculators, on both
microwaves, power banks, and even fuel and solar power because of journeys at
households. night. A lot of resources will be saved and this
The sun radiates a lot of energy and only some can help reduce the amount of greenhouse
of the energy is transmitted to Earth. Solar gases being released.This change can help us
panels which absorb this energy to heat are with a brighter future.
common in households that are located in Energy from sun is also renewable so
sunny places. Solar cells on the other hand are therefore we have life- time supply of day –
used to absorb smaller amounts of energy to time energy that works quickly and efficiently.
produce smaller amounts of electricity to The only way we can run out of solar energy is
power thing such as calculators and chargers. if we don't have sun anymore— which isn't
Solar energy is a better source of energy possible.So solar-power is energy-saving ,fast ,
because it transmits energy-saving power that efficient , pollution free , global warming free ,
efficiently supplies us with electricity. It renewable and can have a huge impact on
doesn't result in global warming and pollution. earth if we use it well.

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Year Ten

Shayo Aluko Myles Etim Hiba Fakih

Zainab Fawaz King David Ferguson Youssef Kaj

Rayana Mehsen Adaeze Ojih

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Year Ten

Joanna Lot Mr.Awe Taiwo Kayode
Year Tutor

DEBATE: WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR STUDENTS' SUCCESS

IN SCHOOL, TEACHERS OR STUDENTS?

Teachers Students

Recently, education has taken a turn for the Recently, most students argue that it is only

worst and we are looking for whom to blame. their teachers who determine their success at
The idea that teachers are responsible for our school. In my opinion, I strongly believe that it
success at school has been debated back and is the learners that are responsible for their
forth. I believe that teachers do play the most own success at school.
important role in a student's success. To begin with,both students and teachers have

Firstly, teachers have the authority to correct a role to play.For instance,if the teachers teach
and scold students.Some students who do not very well; explaining all that is to be taught, it is
get substantial training at home receive it at then the students' duty to go and study as well
school.Without this discipline and training,it is as apply everything that has been taught in
almost impossible to be successful at school. class.Therefore, if a student fails, it means he

In the same vein, teachers also gives us the has not played his own role well.
information needed to pass our exams. Every
teacher has the choice to either teach In addition, one way that students can succeed
correctly or poorly. If they decide to teach is avoiding distractions. For example, if a
poorly,then there is a little chance of success. student allows himself/herself to be distracted,
Lastly, the teachers also are vital in giving he/she will find it hard to succeed.Therefore,it
students a well-rounded understanding of is the duty of the student to decide whether
different ideas that a parent cannot. Without he/she wants to succeed.
this 'breather' from teachers, a student is not Lastly, although it is said that teachers are the
likely to do well and there will be no going back main reasons why most students succeed,
to change it because a stitch in time saves nine. students are the ones who have to cooperate
In conclusion,teachers are responsible for our with their teachers for success. By so doing, it
success at school. becomes easy for learners to succeed.
In conclusion, without the effort from
FeyishayoAluko. students,there is no success in view.
Myles Etim.

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Year Eleven

Adekunle Adesanya Ali Safa Elias Daaboul

Rim Fakih Gbolahan Adetunji Elissa Daaboull

Joshua Akuma Toluwani Adesomoju

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Year Eleven

Sunrise Ushie Mr. Lucky Kawedo
Year Tutor

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Year Eleven

TECHNOLOGY AND THE MODERN WORLD

By Adesanya Adekunle

Since the dawn of time, man has
sought to gain dominion and
mastery over his surroundings.
One of the many ways our species has
managed to do this is through
technological development. Like a
raging hurricane, we’ve toppled
obstacles in our paths and moved
mountains through nothing but sheer
force of will and the power of
invention.Today,however,we face a dilemma. With the advent of theAge of Information,we have to
stop and think – could our technology,our nigh-omnipresent aid,contribute to the downfall of the
common man?And if it one day does,how can we equip ourselves before it happens?

Despite the advances made in the IT field, many remain oblivious to the exponential growth it
inflicts on the world.Technological advances show people a more efficient way to do things, and
these processes get results.For example,education has been greatly advanced by the technological
advances of computers. Students are able to learn on a global scale without ever leaving their
classrooms.Agricultural processes that once required dozens upon dozens of human workers can
now be automated, thanks to advances in technology, which means cost-efficiency for farmers.
Medical discoveries occur at a much more rapid rate,thanks to machines and computers that aid in
the research process and allow for more intense educational research into medical matters.
Genetic research allows for disease to be literally edited out of genes and homes can now be
controlled by the press of a button via the Internet of Things.

What’s more, technology has gotten to the point that humanity is using it to create Artificial
Intelligence [AI], technology built to do the jobs of humans in ways far better than the constraints
of our bodies would allow.Today,AI is at a point where it can judge court cases correctly with 95%
accuracy, make paintings indistinguishable from human art, and even build more of its own kind.
While our new tools are quite advantageous,they can be indirectly ..contd.on next page ...harmful
to society. Humans have been replaced so much that countries are now considering that the
common man among others may need to be paid just for being alive. It is anticipated that in just 20
years, technology will reach the point of being equal to or more intelligent than humans.To retain
our mastery over technology, it seems essential to learn IT related skills in this day and age – and
indeed it is.

Having skills in InformationTechnology greatly increases one’s employability.Studies show that a
large amount of employers look for computer related skills in their workers.Why? Because they
realize that the people that work for them need to be adaptable to modern technology in order to
boost efficiency.Today,employers look for people who understand the world’s direction;where it’s
headed. Understanding technology and the ability to use it is a crucial part of advancement in
society.Sooner or later,humans are going to be replaced by systems that work tens of times better
than us-will you be ready to compete?

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ATILOGWU DANCE

by WestMills Boys

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JUST

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CHILLIN’

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Year Twelve (Graduating Class)

Michelle Issa Similoluwa Aluko Deborah Akugbe

Ali Jomaa Sveva Valsesia Mrs. Etim Mfonobong
Year Tutor

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Graduating Class

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UNITE

“Unity Peace and Progress”

How do you believe in this, when
those who coined it did not execute
it?
When those who execute in it do
not understand it?
When those who understand it do
not believe in it?

We are an endless chain, held colours—each wearing its own—become
together by the bonds of a one Nation, one mural, gladly featuring all
constitution. And our ethnicities the colours, be they dots or blotches. We
hate each other, but we love each dance to the beat of the same drum, with no
other.We feel torn between generations of regard for difference.
hate and a new dawn of love,with little more And it is beautiful.
than empty words in an ambitious legal
document to guide us to the answer. And when the music dies down,and
the mood is calm as is everyone, we all sit,
Today, I choose to love, and to make my and we listen. We listen to the Hausa man
ethnicity love others. attempting Igbo proverbs, to the Benin girl
And I am stunned to see the outcome. attempting Yoruba folklore, not because we
The orange light bounces off the silver on a ourselves are individually Igbo orYoruba,but
Tiv woman's fabric, as she vibrantly dances because we all are Nigerian.We listen,not to
on her toes, the notes from the instruments the ethnicity represented, but to the
blissfully gliding down her back. She owns wisdom and the spirit behind the words.And
the Igbo tune. A Yoruba woman dances the service continues, as an unapologetic
beside her, in her grey and blue iro and buba. display of Nigerianness.
We peer through their glazed eyes, into This is the very essence of the word,
their open hearts, where they “Nigerianness.” It is dancing together, living
metaphysically juxtapose culture on culture together,and loving one another.We see it as
on culture, and just from dance. From each we walk out of Church that Sunday,and hear
step to the other, current builds, and they women of diverse backgrounds share their
radiate a wonderful vibrancy. cultural beliefs on how to groom a child; it is
The congregation is an ocean of colours, its seeing them using diversity to spark
waves animated by the sounds that bounce innovation in childrearing. It is hearing men
off the drums. And although the sound discuss the difference between Ogbono
patterns change to represent a different made in Lagos, and Ogbono made in
tribe, our spirits remain the same.When we Osun—not putting one above the other,but
don't understand the lyrics to a song, we exalting both equally. It is seeing Nigerian
eagerly look to the screen, hoping to learn cultures complement each other—and not
how our neighbours think, speak, and praise. at the hand of the Nigerians
The further on we go, the stronger we
become. And the tribes in their many

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themselves—but at the hand of a force much And because we have executed it, we
greater than each of them. understand it,
The force holds us together,so that although And because we understand it, we believe in
our ethnicities conflict, we love each other, it.
and make the love prevail above the hate.We
throw away generations of war and pain; we Today, we all embrace each other—and
trade in our sorrows for a joy that we have more than spiritually—physically as well.
never experienced, and a new dawn of love. Because at the point where we say grace,
And this time, we have ancient words in a all our heads are bowed, and our hands are
Heavenly document to guide us to the locked into each other.We unite—not in
answer. Football clubs or skin colour battles, but
And we birth Nigerianness—the very under the most powerful force
substance in the values on which our imaginable— we unite under one God.
country is founded, that we thought we
would never understand. -By Similoluwa Aluko
So we believe in this,because we have coined
it, ofAUGURIES

C HAOS

....O Glorious Libra death draws near,
“when the rivers run red with the blood of I am content to leave my story finished here;
our fallen; and the skies age grey with the and I pray, o glorious Libra... Remember
weight of our tears. me!...
Take this wisdom deep at heart --
Shall not the blue sorrows of our loss be That we may have won a war,
forgotten; and a light cast away that dark But we only win when there is no war....
black of our fears? "
As time marched on, onward to the
If this final account be found,I pray it be sent horizon,
to all Libra...That men may know the truth and the memories marched onwards too;
of our sacrifice; more so, the lie of our we fought strong and brave, knowing that
demise. our fallen
Reminded joyous in the halls of Valhalla.
The only thing which man is certain is his
death. And as I stare at the bodies of my We are content to swim the waters of our
comrades around me, contrition,
I realise that my death is soon at hand. praying that we did the right thing for our
But I have fought for fair freedom, and I future:
raised my head high and stay proud. That we not forget the price with which we
Upon the ground on which I stand. earn our freedom
Though I shake and tremble as the hand of – or the price with which we are free.

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NOW flames that consumed this nineteen year
By Similoluwa Aluko old. Her daughter, so brutally battered
by your own flesh and blood, helplessly
Always pluck the fruit w stared from underneath her bloody
hen it’s ripe, but wrapper. Remember the pain you felt.
never wait for weeds Remember the disappointment. Remember
to grow before you uproot how the only family you had left,
them. You know what Lagos orchestrated his own death.
feels feels like; the rattling of
generators becomes just as Will you even claim to have forgotten that
natural as the sound of the birds singing in six year old Sakira, who scratched her
the morning.You smell the thick blotch of thick feet on the rough tar as she eagerly
petrol that sits proudly on the potholed tar ran down the street? She patted her
road.And then you see a teen-aged.  Toun: chapped skin that peeled underneath her
a redeyed, stiff chap. He carelessly plunges thin, ripped shirt and she summoned the
his jagged foot into this puddle of petrol, knowledge from every second of education
and unaffectedly drags it right out. He she had ever lived through to put together
scratches his rocky chest and pulls up his this one sentence, on which she knew her
decrepit blue jeans and shakes a patch of life depended: “Aunty, Aunty, please I need
mud off his knees. You see an unconvincing food.”
streak of hope behind the large scare on
this boy’s face. From your jeep, you see Look decisively at this boy, Adetoun. Is he
Toun shake the sweat off his back as he worth it? Can you handle it? Can you really
washes the window of the car beside you. help him? Again, is it really worth it? You tell
yourself that taking one area boy off the
Adetoun. You see him slide his feet onto a road won’t solve the problems.You say
narrow strip of ground, between the Adetoun won’t count. You argue that Nepa
window and the car door. A 17year old.You will still take light, dollar will still be high,
know he stands on an island between an tomatoes will still be scarce, even if you
ocean of greed and pride, another of help him.
youthful innovation.You remember how
you had to decide yourself.You remember Look at yourself. Look at your ebony skin,
when selfpity, greed and laziness spread on which your bracelet lays. Look down,
themselves out on a table, and you had to and hold your breath as the name ‘Sakira’
choose between this, and what you knew frowns at you.This name is engraved on
was right, don’t you?

And if you have forgotten, think about Sola.
Picture your brother’s innocent eyes set
ablaze, as he screamed for his life with
whatever allowance the ropes and the tires
gave him.Think about the bitter kook on
your neighbour’s face as she watched him.
Her stout husband, bursting with fat and
fury, yelled “rapist” at him, as if to fuel the

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your handon that cold piece of silver that week afterwards.
now rebukes your selfishness. Read it. It’s The next aunty, three months later,
your name. Sakira, remember that Aunty encouraged you to apply to University
gave you that food that day. The aunty with your money. Now, you stare at
next week gave you that money that Adetoun.
15,000 Naira that put you in school for
the first time in years. Uncle, a month Always pluck the fruit when it’s ripe, but
later impatiently told you to go and learn never wait for weeds to grow before you
a trade instead of begging.That same uproot them.
uncle opened a bank account for you a

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Expanding our Horizons

Set to Conquer!

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ALI JOMAA

Nickname: Area Boy
Age:17 years
FutureAmbition: Electrical Engineer
Hobbies: Football, cooking, swimming and
eating
Favourite Musician: Shawn Mendes
Favorite song: Never forget you – Zara
Larson
Favourite Quote: “Don't let your past
define you,let it make you stronger”
Role Model: My dad

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MICHELLE
ESEOGHENE ISSA

Nickname: Millie,Mimi
Age:16 years
Favourite Colour:Black and all shades of
black and blue
FutureAmbition: Animator
Favourite Food:Suya
Hobbies: Dancing, writing, watching
Anime
Favourite Musician: Ed Sheeran
Favorite song: Somebody that I used to
know – May Day
Favourite Quote: “Take a deep breath,
dust yourself off and start all over again”
Role Model:My Mother

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Expanding our Horizons

SIMILOLUWA
ALUKO

Nickname: Skimmy,SimSim
Age: 16 years
Future Ambition: Architect or Civil
Engineer
Hobbies: Writing,debating and dancing
Favourite Musician:I love all thingsAfrobeat
Favourite song: Glory Glory – John Legend
Favourite Quote: “If God is for us, who can
ever be against us?” and “The only way to
predict the future is to make the future.”
Intended University: Johns Hopkins
University,USA
Role Model: My grandfather,Dr. T.M Aluko

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DEBORAH

ESEOGHENE AKUGBE

Nickname: Popeye,DebbyWeby
Age: 17 years
FutureAmbition: Economist
Favourite Colour:Red
Favourite Food: Indomie,Pasta
Role Model: Judy Smith
Intended University: University of
Ibadan
Hobbies: Dancing, chilling in front of the
TV with my phone and Indomie
Favourite Quote: “When you change
the way you look at things, the things you
look at change”
Future Plans: “To become a consultant
on economic matters to world
governments. To start my career as an
economist with multinationals such as
Goldman Sachs.

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SVEVA VALSESIA

Nickname: Italian Babe
Age: 18 years
Favourite Colour: Blue
FutureAmbition: Graphic Designer
Favourite Food: Pizza
Hobbies: Singing, creating and editing
videos
Favourite Musician: Shawn Mendes
Favorite song: One Call Away – Charlie
Puth
Role Model:My parent and my aunt
Intended University:Dundee University,
Scotland
Favourite Quote:“If you always put limits
on everything you do, physical or anything
else,it will spread into your work and into
your life.There are no limits.There are only
Plateaus, and you must not stay there, you
must go beyond them”

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unforgettab

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le moments

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WestMills

GRADUATION

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Pattern

By Michelle Eseoghene Issa for TPM

Fire.All around.Every bush,every house,
every blade of grass, caved under the
fog of flames. The people made a
symphony of screams and pleas, and their
oppressors made a beat of their battery. In
their disrepair,they threw their glossy eyes to
the sky. Heavy waves of tears rolled down
their brown cheeks.

She was paralyzed underneath the pile of clawed through the burning wood on top of her, and
rubble on top of her. Unable to move her they shook their burnt faces against the dead breeze.
neck, she stared hopelessly at her people He tore off his wounded flesh, and split the rocks on
being burnt alive in their homes—dead at the top of her—the men picked up their machetes in their
hand of the pale faces.Pale faces that brought good arms.
forth fire. Pale faces that wrecked havoc.Worst of all,
the pale face that belonged to the one person she had
come to love and trust was not here when she needed
him the most.

As a child, she’d been warned to be wary of the pale Her heart slowed, and her soldiers limped to their
faced ones.‘Never trust the pale faces.’ ‘Pale faces will oppressors. Her eyes flickered, her head lolled to the
be your downfall.’ ‘The pale faces are deceitful.’ But did side,and her chest jerked forward.She heaved and then
she listen? No! She mocked those who mocked her she ceased. Her blood had poured over her eyes. He
lover, disgraced them, and crushed them underneath ran his fingers through her mane of hair, as the tears
her staff of power. The queen who’d trusted the pale poured down his cheeks, into the puddle of blood that
face over her people.The sovereign who’d put aside the surrounded her.He screamed.
strife and hostility the “conquerors” had brought, and
tried to unveil their mysteries. The savior who’d And her soldiers screamed.They screamed with every
neglected her people, and fallen in love with the pale painful blow they dealt the pale faces. They wailed in
face;with his shiny possessions,and his foreignness.The pain as they raised their achy bones against those who
enchanted sovereign.Look where all that got her. had oppressed them. Their bloody fists dealt even
bloodier blows. Broken bones broke bones and burnt
That night, she watched helplessly as her kingdom fell arms burned arms.They hacked at the pale faces—not
to ashes.And with it, her reign fell to ashes. Her name for their lives, but for the hope that a future would
fell to ashes,as her people were buried under a blanket emerge, and that the people they loved, the customs
of flames, and her heart with them. She burnt slowly, they loved, and the identity they loved, would live on.
the flames dancing to the beat of her misery and singing And in this spirit,they limped to victory.
to the screams of her people. Her dead father’s words
played repeatedly in her head, a Yoruba proverb he Her lover cried over her lifeless form as her people
tried to raise her with,“A foolish child is no better than screamed in relief. He became deaf to the chaos that
a dead child.” reigned around him.He could no longer smell the scent
of burnt flesh.He did not feel the weight of her head on
She was dead on the inside, and effectively so on the his thigh,or her thick blood as it pooled around him.He
outside.As she fought to keep the darkness out of her could not hear,as his countryman launched a bullet into
eyes,she did not notice the pale face who screamed her his heart. He might have loved his queen, but he was a
name to keep her awake. He talked to her as her eyes pale-face; born a traitor to her people, and forced to
flickered. He looked around at her men, scattered die as one, to his. Although both races hated him, he
hopelessly around her. He wouldn’t believe this. He was grateful to them. Grateful that for a time, he was
wouldn’t have this. They looked at him, skeptically, blessed to live with her, and honored that now, he was
hatefully.And he looked at them, lovingly and hopefully. blessed to die with her. In that moment, he finally
He dug through piece upon piece of the rubble on top discovered the one thing he had in common with his
of her, and they straightened their broken arms. He lover;they bled the same pattern.

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