Bullied By The Celebrity’s Army / Chapter 8: Forum Madness
Bullied By The Celebrity’s Army

Bullied By The Celebrity’s Army

Author: Courtney Woods

Chapter 8: Forum Madness

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I roll eye, pick one piece, show am the logo and QR code for the cup.

I just wave am for his face. Everybody dey try snap picture.

“Real or not, scan am see. After you scan, buy me new one from official place. If you no sabi where, I fit show you.”

As I bone like that, Musa Lawal shock small.

Na so he pause, dey wonder whether I dey talk true. For Naija, sometimes hard girl dey win.

After small time, he change topic:

He no fit argue again. E pain am.

“Morayo, you just dey find my attention, abi? This your style dey obvious. If you no apologize to Halima, no blame me if I expose you for forum.”

He dey form tough guy. I just dey smile for mind. Na Naija boys dey quick reason say every girl like dem.

I just talk: “Go ahead. I no do anything wrong. If your goddess talk true, I go collect my money back from you.”

I no dey fear. For my face, you go see as I dey reason chess move.

Musa Lawal glare me, wan waka.

E wan do strong head. I just dey look am.

“Wait.”

“What?”

I dey control scene. For Naija, if you wan win fight, hold ground.

He think say I dey fear, look me anyhow.

Everybody dey hold breath. Na so wahala dey be when girl dey stand up to captain.

I just push the shard with QR code into his jacket pocket:

I do am slow, make e feel the weight. For my mind, na real action film.

“You wan form hard guy? No run. No forget my cup o. I dey go clinic treat my hand, I go bring bill tomorrow.”

I carry my bag, bone face. Na so drama dey end for Naija class.

Musa Lawal look me like say I dey craze, no believe say I go collect money.

I just turn back, shake small. Make dem know say ice queen no dey fear anybody.

But I no expect say Musa Lawal head strong reach that level.

Sometimes, I dey underrate Naija boys. Dem dey carry wahala for head.

He really post for forum, talk say na me curse Halima for game.

E no take two minutes, forum blow up. Screenshot everywhere.

Sharp sharp, Halima fans scatter forum.

If you see as dem dey type, you go weak. Dem begin call me all kinds of name, even drag my family join.

Dem find my school pictures, photoshop am anyhow, even do like say na obituary. Dem even Photoshop my face put for Big Brother eviction poster. Everywhere full with “Morayo apologize to Halima.”

Na so online wahala dey be for Naija. Dem no dey ever tire.

Rumour too much, school come tell me make I settle am sharp-sharp.

I just dey wonder how person go survive all this matter.

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