Mojisola ❤️🦋

Writer ✍️ | Professional overthinker|certified vibe-maker 😌| Half left-handed, fully right -brained ✨❤️

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

Gbogbo ounje after 9 yi , ko
pẹlu healthy living 😔.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

Hello December 🤍.
I pray this new month brings us peace, opens new paths of purpose and progress, and fills our days with grace, strength, and gentle victories. ✨

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

Yet, three weeks later, he still hadn’t stopped texting or expressing how he felt.

So here’s the question:

Do you think Mr. Bayo genuinely has good intentions? If you were in Simi’s shoes, what would you do? She’s confused please advise her. 😂

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

He replied:
“Let’s just say the father scolds the child he loves best.” 🌚

I hissed again and stopped replying.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

What would people say if they knew ? my friends, juniors, old classmates?
“Nothing good can come out of this ,” I told myself, even though a part of me wasn’t sure.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

But I always knew this conversation would happen someday. I was willing to wait.”

I typed back:
“Then what about the unnecessary errands and beatings? Was that your way of expressing love too?”

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

I opened Instagram and saw a DM from a name that made my heart skip: Bayo Olutoye William.

“Why does this man keep finding his way back into my life ?” I thought.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

He sent a laugh emoji and replied:
“See Simi, I know this might sound somehow, but I’ve always liked you. I didn’t say anything then because you were a minor I mean you were just 17 and I didn’t want to spoil my reputation or look like a bad teacher.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

WAEC came and went, secondary school ended, and life moved on. I didn’t hear from him again and honestly, there was no way to reach him and no real reason to hear from him anyway .

Until four years later.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

And somehow, I was always his favorite target. He would call me out to answer questions, beat me if my test score wasn’t good enough, and find any excuse to send me on errands. If he wanted something, another student would come call me from class.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

Soon, my classmates started calling me his girlfriend. I hated it, but what could I do?

During second term of SS3, the principal announced that Mr. Bayo’s papers were ready and he would be traveling soon.

I whispered to myself, “Finally, I’ll be free from this short devil.”

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

His cane was as much a part of his presence as his booming voice, and you could always tell when he entered a classroom by the sudden stiffness in the air.

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

“Suddenly, the same bum you used to flog don dey enter your eye?” I thought. And I typed those exact words .

[Mojisola ❤️🦋 @Mo_Vivacious078]

He was good at what he did . A little bit funny , sharp, vibrant but far too strict. I could never tell whether it was genuine excitement for teaching or some wickedness in his blood, because he loved to beat. A lot.