The time of “Holla”
Then I was one of the girls in school that a lot of guys wanted to be with… my classmates, my math and chemistry teachers.
I was the tall girl with the beautiful skin, cute smile and sad eyes… I guess in their own way, they all wanted to wipe away the sadness
Holla reminds me of the time when I was the only girl at the back of the class with all the ‘cool guys’... they sang and rapped and tried everything to take me from Jimmy.
Actually before Raul transferred to my school, his brother Ricardo liked me something terrible… he was a very handsome, rich kid and did just about everything to gain my attention. Almost every girl in my school liked Ricardo… and some of them were beautiful, worldly, rich girls with skin like buttermilk, summers in
Then a few months later, his brother Raul transferred into my school… and a few weeks in began his campaign to date me. He wrote me poems, sent his friends to talk to me… did it himself a couple of times… was heartbroken when I told him I could not date him… he didn’t understand that I couldn’t invest the emotion and time for reasons I didn’t want to explain(my home situation). He never gave up… and after a while I just gave in… he was the second cutest guy in my entire school… just a beautiful beautiful soul.
A lot of girls didn’t like that he was with me… but never actually said anything… probably because back then I was in another world…my own world. In spite of the fun times at school, I was always conscious that I was going back home at the end of the school day to drudgery and misery. I wasn’t affected by their concerns… I didn’t know much affection then, and found pleasure in simple things. I didn’t need the expensive gifts and the cards and restaurants and concerts… all I needed was for him to smile and hug me… and all was right with my world. Besides, I wasn’t allowed to go to those places and see those things even if I wanted to. He was fascinated by me… as I was by him.
I was amazed that he wanted to date me when there were girls who would give him any and everything he wanted… I mean all we ever did was talk… and sometimes kiss and cuddle… except for the one day he touched my breast lightly through my shirt, we never went any further.
Holla reminds me of Nnamdi… the very brash guy in my class who always acted the part of ‘native doctor’ in every school play. It reminds me of Nita who slept with all the big boys in our area… of Chioma, Ann and ‘sexy rat’… the ‘happening’ girls in school… who wore 3 inch stilettos to Saturday lessons when the rest of us were in ‘kito sandals’.
Holla reminds me of Raul’s corrupt younger sister Risa and the times we all stayed in class and made up new dances to hit songs. I wish I could see Raul again just to thank him for being there for me at a time when I really needed someone… the 8 or 9 months we had together were bliss!