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The house was so silent that you could hear a pin drop to the floor.I walked steadily to mum's room and pushed the door open.her bed was neatly arranged and so was her room.that only meant that she wasn't yet back from work.I walked to kelechi's room, his bed wasn't that arranged but at least his room was a bit tidy.

There were no clothes spread across the room.I took a brief glance around his room and shrugged before pulling my feets to my own room. I took a deep sigh as I flopped myself on the medium sized mahogany wooden bed which was painted brown. My sister's bed too had the same colour.my room was abit wide for two of us.

I layed down with my body facing the white ceiling.the room was painted with a combination of purple and pink colour.each of us had a white painted closet to ourselves and a reading table too.the only thing which differentiated our space was the big Artistic drawing of Uju which hung proudly in a silver frame by her bedside and a huge poster of her favourite girl band artist which happened to be LITTLE MIX

my space was different tho.I had a portrait of our family picture where mum and kelechi posed as our parents at both side of Uju and I who were sitted on a sofa.we were all on Ankara and we all had a smiley look on our faces. Then a poster of my favorite artists who was Alessia Cara and the Pentatonix which hung at my bedside.

Across the room where there was a door leading to the toilets, Uju had told an artist to paint pictures of lipsticks, perfumes, roses, lips, dresses, wines and etc on the wall where our vanity table was close to.and a huge dressing mirror with a purple and pink frame hanging on the wall.

The brown windows were binding and it gave the room a more serious look.I chuckled when I remembered how Uju had kept telling me to remind her to change the looks of this room cause it's been a year since we had it like this and the only better thing we did was to repaint and refurbish the looks.well, I reminded her but she didn't act like she was interested. Maybe it's because of the portrait of our family picture on the wall.

I slowly drag myself up from the bed and wrap a towel around my body.I wore my shower cap and made my way to the bathroom. Few minutes later I had finished bathing when I heard slight sobs. I quickly get agitated. No one was in the house so far as I remember. So I got into the bathroom back, grabbing a toilet mop stick along with me I slowly push the door open.

Okay meera no need to fear it's just Uju
I stare at her in suprise.when did she get in and why was she sobbing?

" hey Uju " I say and she quickly uses her hands to dry up her tears but to late.I already saw her

" Hey sis " she said trying to smile

" when did you get back.I didn't hear when you came in " I ask

" you were showering." She replied "how was school by the way?"

" school was fine and we didn't learn much.and you how was your shoot ?"

She stands up from the bed completely ignoring my question. This made me more curious as I look at her worriedly

" did you have a bad day ?" I ask.she goes over to the vanity table and picks up a nude cortex to apply on her nails

" have you eaten? " i ask again and she still ignores me.I groan inwardly. This my sister was so damn weird.

One minute she's smiling at you and the next she completely ignores you like she never knew you were talking to her.but I wasn't going to stop asking anyway and she knew better than ignoring me

" why were you crying? " I asked in concern and that made her snap back at me

" what's your problem again.why asking me all this questions like you can do something about it? If you're looking for who to annony don't just try it with me this afternoon " she said hissing as she walked away.

I sighed.what the hell got into her panties anyway.

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Dozie's

I open the tinted glass door to be met by a gust of silence which had company with just a little noise coming from the t.v.the channel was in CNN and I knew the only person who could do that was my dad.which meant that he was home today

Dad was mostly not home and even when he was he just had to always leave the t.v on when he isn't watching it while he sat in his room still burying his head into his work.

He was a Software Architect who was never in the country.and on the days that he was in Nigeria I specifically prayed that he was never around. Afterall I'm good staying with the guys and Nanny Zara. I had grown up with her as my mum ever since I lost my biological mum and luckily nanny Zara was a nice person

" welcome back "a hoarse voice called out from the beer parlour making me stop in my tracks

" good afternoon dad " I greeted.I knew better than to ask him when did he get back.

He nodded in reply before raising his face to meet mine " how was school today?"

" fine sir " I knew what was coming already.it was a conversation that had been going on for two years infact it was like an order that has been going on for two years which I always never obeyed

" so have you changed your subjects?" He asked

" what subjects? "

" are you asking me that?" He growled. Staring hard at me which didn't move me abit.

I scoffed " you and I know that we've talked about this over and over again.and frankly I'm not changing my mind " I maintained

" so you intend to sponsor yourself in school ?" He asked snarling

" I'm not changing my subjects. " I still say and he slams his hands on the table

Nanny Zara quickly runs to the sitting room with a worried look.she probably thought something was awfully wrong.

Well something was wrong.and to me it was awful

" you tell me what reasonable course is in the arts if not just a waste of my money?"

" it isn't a waste if there are people who read courses in the art classes dad "

" Don't you dare answer me back.it's my money and I tell you what to do as your parent.which reasonable person dreams of being an artist? A painter??" He yells.a huge tension already building up in the environment

I ball my fist into a hard clench as both of us stare hard at each other.I don't reply him.this was so annoying. I wanted to draw.I loved to paint but dad was always against it claiming it was a waste of money.

" Sir..."

" you listen and listen very well.tomorrow you're changing your subjects to sciences and you are reading engineering. And not that stupid, childish painting which is messing with your brain " he said sternly. Gulping the last of his drink before walking off.

I opened the door of my room, throwing my bags to one side of the room as I sat on the bed.once again the house was quiet except the t.v noise from the sitting room.

" are you okay?" A soft voice called at the door and I knew it was Nanny Zara. I nodded at her

" yeah"

She sighed " Dozie...you should maybe listen to your father " she started and I snap

" don't say anything please" she sighs again and I feel sorry for snapping at her like that.but then painting and drawing was my dreams and dad should learn to accept that. It was my life afterall, it was what I always wanted and I just wished for once he'd never dictate for me.

I stare at all the painting and drawing which hung on the walls of my bedroom. And the canvas which was at one side of my bed.I ran my hands through it all as I stared at the painting. One had a painting of my mum who was smiling so brightly.she was beautiful, even though I never saw her.Nanny Zara had shown me s picture of her so I decided to paint her.

I missed having a mum.even though i had Nanny Zara.I just couldn't call her mum.and Nanny Zara told me she doesn't mind about it. I flipped another painting and there was Meera's face.

She was smiling absently at something.I bet she has no idea when I had drawn this.it was one of those days during ss2, when our school had gone on a musical competition. She had won the competition and while everyone hugged and congratulated her. She was smiling. Smiling so hard that it felt like her small lips will widen.

I had picked up a paper and had her face drawn on it.tucking it in my bag so when I come home I'd paint her face on my canvas. I smiled just thinking about her.how she acted so fiesty and sassy.how she easily laughed like she had nothing to worry about.

I smiled remembering today at school.compared to the silent house filled with tension, I preferred her small voice, her beautiful laughter and her fiesty attitude. Although she never knew, but I always grew nervous around her and maybe that was why I ended up doing stupid things to her.

I flipped another painting and there she was.this time she was glaring hard at me and she had no idea I was drawing her again.frankly most of the real-life drawings and paintings were about her and my mum who I never saw. But then it was more about her.Meera

She was my muse.beautiful, subtle and perfect. She was the kind of beauty which hid itself under the facade of being mean.she had small eyes that always seemed to see through your soul.her small perfect nose and her lips. Her rosy pink lips seemed addictive and alluring.damn she was beautiful.was it her melanin light skinned that shone like thousand starlights which would'nt dare compete with her Or,her curves which fitted her slender frame or even the way she swayed her hips whenever she walked.like she was a fucking goddess which she was.

Was it her laughter which sounded so musical just like her voice or the way her forehead creased whenever she was angry or her savoring scent which smelt so airy and delicate.she was just flawless and gorgeous. She was my Colorado .my distraction and no matter the walls she built around her.she couldn't stop the tsunami of excitement which always erupted in me whenever I saw her.

Today,I got kinda jealous when she seemed so happy that she Adam was sitting beside her.she had a crush on Adam but I didn't think he'd know about it.Adam could be abit clueless and in this case.I was happy about that.

I laughed still reminiscing about today. About her, when I shut my eyes close.she was going to be mine someday.

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Heyo people.how are you? Guess what.dozie's p.o.v. 😊😊

I know weren't expecting that.but I had to drop it so we could know alot more about mr.jerkass dozie.😁

And y'all prolly thought he was always up to no good except for annoying Meera baa?😂 Well, darling dozie is also an artist😍. And he sadly lost his mom😭😭.anyway this chapter is supposed to be longer than this but my phone is hanging. So till next time.

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