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CHIAMAKA (By Mr Ezy)

📖EPISODE 11 📖

The morning sun slowly crept through the large window of Chiamaka’s new room.

For a moment, she forgot where she was.

She stretched slightly and opened her eyes.

The soft bed, the white ceiling, the quiet hum of an air conditioner. Then it came back to her.

This is really Lagos, Kenechukwu’s house, her new life.

She sat up slowly and looked outside the window. Cars were already moving on the road. People walked quickly, like the whole city had somewhere urgent to go.

“This city really does not sleep,” she whispered to herself.

Today was not just any day. It’s a new beginning of her life. Her heart began to beat faster.

When Chiamaka walked into the dining room, everyone was already seated.

Kenechukwu sat beside his father. His mother sat at the head of the table, reading something on her phone. Amanda and her brother, Chidi, were already eating.

Chiamaka greeted politely. “Good morning, ma. Good morning, sir”.

Good morning,” Kenechukwu’s father replied calmly. His mother nodded slightly, Kenechukwu smiled warmly.

“Good morning, scholar,” he said playfully.

Chiamaka smiled shyly. Amanda looked at her and whispered to Chidi, loud enough to be heard.

“Let’s see how long she survives university life.”

Chidi shrugged. “Relax. She might surprise you.”

Chiamaka pretended not to hear them. But inside, her determination grew stronger.

Soon, they were in the car, the traffic in Lagos was already heavy. Cars honked, Street sellers walked between vehicles, Motorcycles zoomed past. Chiamaka looked everywhere at once.

“So many people,” she said. Kenechukwu chuckled. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Then the university gate appeared ahead.

Large and Busy. Students walked in groups. Some laughing, Some rushing, Some dressed in fashionable clothes that made Chiamaka suddenly feel very simple.

Her hands tightened around her bag.

“You’ll be fine,” Kenechukwu said gently.

“I hope so,” she replied.

When Chiamaka stepped onto the campus, it felt like entering another world.

Huge buildings stood tall around her. Students moved confidently. Everyone seemed to know where they were going, except her.

She stood still for a moment. “What if I embarrass myself?” she thought.

“What if they laugh at my accent?”

“What if I don’t belong here?”

Kenechukwu noticed her hesitation.

“Hey,” he said softly.

She looked at him. “You didn’t come this far to be afraid now.”

She took a deep breath. “You’re right.”

Then she took her first step into university life.

Inside the lecture hall, students were already filling the seats. Chiamaka sat quietly near the middle. A few minutes later, two girls sat beside her. One had braids and a bright smile.

“Hi! I’m Tola,” she said cheerfully.

Chiamaka smiled. “I’m Chiamaka.”

“First year?” Tola asked.

“Yes.” Chiamaka replied

“Same here!”

The second girl leaned over. “I’m Zainab,” she said kindly.

Chiamaka relaxed slightly. Finally, friendly faces.

“Where are you from?” Tola asked.

“A small village callled Isi-Eke,” Chiamaka replied honestly.

Tola shrugged. “So? Everyone starts somewhere.”

Those simple words warmed her heart.

Across the lecture hall, three stylish girls watched. Expensive bags, perfect makeup, Confident attitudes. One of them crossed her arms.

“That girl looks so local like a village girl”

Another girl nodded. “Yes. I heard Kenechukwu broth her.”

The third girl smirked. “Let’s see if she can survive here.”

Suddenly, the lecture hall became quiet.

The professor walked in, Tall and looking Serious.

He adjusted his glasses and looked at the students. “Good morning class.”

“Good morning sir,” everyone replied.

He wrote something on the board. Then he turned around. “University life is not easy,” he said firmly.

“If you are not ready to work hard, you will fail.”

Chiamaka sat straighter. Every word felt like it was meant for her.

Then the professor asked a question.

“Who can explain the basic principle of this concept?”

Silence………….

Students looked at each other. No one raised a hand.

Chiamaka hesitated, her heart pounded.

Should she try? What if she was wrong?

But something inside her pushed forward.

Slowly………she raised her hand.

The professor noticed. “Yes, the young lady.”

The room turned to look at her. Her voice shook slightly at first. But as she spoke, confidence grew……..

She explained the concept clearly. The professor nodded slowly.

“Excellent,” he said.

The room murmured quietly. Tola whispered excitedly. “Girl, you’re smart!”

Even the stylish girls looked surprised.

Outside the class, students talked.

“Who is that girl?”

“I don’t know, but she answered that question perfectly.”

“Maybe she’s a genius.”

Chiamaka walked quietly beside Tola and Zainab.

For the first time that day, she felt something new. She felt free and belonging.

Later that afternoon, as she walked across campus, someone called her name. “Chiamaka!”

She turned. Kenechukwu stood there with a proud smile. “I heard what happened in class,” he said.

She blinked. “You already know?”

“This campus talks fast,” he laughed.

She looked down shyly. “I was just lucky.”

“No,” he said gently. “You were prepared.”

For the first time since coming to Lagos, Chiamaka felt a strong sense of hope.

Maybe…… Just maybe. She could truly build a future here.

That evening, everyone was in the living room.

Kenechukwu’s father looked up as they entered.

“How was school?”

Before Chiamaka could answer, Kenechukwu spoke.

“She impressed the entire class today.”

His mother raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Chiamaka quickly shook her head. “It was nothing.”

But Kenechukwu’s father smiled slightly.

“That is how great journeys begin,” he said.

Amaka folded her arms but said nothing.

For the first time, Kenechukwu’s mother looked at Chiamaka differently. Not with mockery, but curiosity.

Later at night, Chiamaka stood by her window.
The bright lights of Lagos stretched endlessly into the distance. The same city that once scared her……. Is slowly becoming her battlefield.

She smiled softly, then she whispered to herself:

“I will not waste this opportunity.”

Because deep inside, she knew something powerful. This is no longer just a village girl’s story. This is the beginning of a woman who would soon prove that where you start in life does not decide where you finish

TO BE CONTINUED ✏️📖📖

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