Whispers in the Bush Episode 11

Life at school became unbearable for Emeka. Ever since the incident with Chisom’s baby, the other students treated him like an outcast. His once close friends avoided him, afraid to be associated with the boy everyone now blamed for the tragedy. Whenever he walked through the school compound, students whispered and pointed, their voices filled with judgment.

“That’s the boy who caused all the trouble,” someone would say.
“He k!lled Chisom’s baby,” another added.

The weight of their words hung heavily on Emeka. He could feel their eyes on him, judging him with every step he took. No one sat near him in class anymore, and even during breaks, he found himself alone, sitting under the mango tree where he used to laugh and joke with his friends.

Meanwhile, things began to change for Chisom. The students who had once mocked her or ignored her now started to approach her, offering kind words and support. Carol and Jane stood by her side, protecting her from anyone who dared to speak negatively about her. Slowly, other students began to talk to her as well, asking how she was doing or offering to help her with her schoolwork.

But Chisom had learned a hard lesson. She was now cautious about the friends she kept. While she appreciated the kindness from her classmates, she didn’t trust their intentions. “Where were they when I needed them most?” she often thought to herself. She kept her circle small, focusing only on her studies and the few people she knew truly cared about her.

One hot afternoon, the head teacher called an emergency meeting in the school hall. The students were told to gather immediately, and there was a sense of tension in the air. Chisom sat quietly at the back of the hall, her hands folded on her lap. Emeka, who had been sitting alone outside, was also summoned.

As the students settled into their seats, the head teacher, a tall man with a stern face, stepped onto the stage. He held a piece of paper in his hand and looked out at the crowd with a serious expression. The hall fell silent.

“Students,” he began, his voice echoing through the room, “we are here to address a very serious matter. As you all know, there has been a recent incident that has brought shame and sorrow to our school. It is my duty to ensure that our school remains a safe and respectful place for everyone.”

The students exchanged nervous glances, wondering what was about to happen. Emeka sat stiffly in his seat, his heart pounding. He had a feeling this meeting was about him.

The head teacher continued, “After careful consideration and discussions with the school board, we have decided to expel Emeka Cletus from this school. His actions have caused harm, pain, and division among students and staff. Such behavior cannot be tolerated.”

The hall erupted into gasps and whispers. Some students covered their mouths in shock, while others began to murmur excitedly. Emeka’s face turned pale as the weight of the announcement sank in.

“Emeka,” the head teacher called, his voice firm, “please stand up.”

Slowly, Emeka rose to his feet. He kept his head down, unable to look at anyone. His hands trembled, and his legs felt weak. The other students stared at him, their eyes filled with a mix of pity and satisfaction.

“You are no longer a student of this school,” the head teacher said firmly. “You may leave immediately.”

The room was silent for a moment, and then someone started clapping. Others joined in, and soon, the hall was filled with cheers and screams. Some students even stood up, clapping and shouting as though celebrating a victory.

“Good riddance!” someone yelled from the back of the hall.
“Serves him right!” another voice added.

Emeka’s shame was complete. He grabbed his bag and slowly made his way to the door. The students parted to let him through, their eyes watching his every move. Some whispered, others laughed, but no one offered him any support.

As he stepped out of the hall, the reality of his situation hit him hard. This was the only secondary school in the village. There was nowhere else for him to go. His education, his future, it all felt like it was slipping away.

The walk home was long and lonely. Emeka passed by villagers who stared at him, already aware of what had happened. News traveled fast in the village, and everyone now knew that the boy who had caused Chisom’s pain had been expelled.

When he reached his house, his mother, Mama Emeka, was waiting for him. She looked up as he entered the compound, her face filled with worry. “Emeka, what happened?” she asked, rushing to his side.

“I’ve been expelled,” he said quietly, dropping his bag on the ground.

Mama Emeka’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Expelled? Why? What did they say?”

“They said I caused too much trouble,” Emeka replied, his voice flat. “They don’t want me at the school anymore.”

Mama Emeka’s shock quickly turned to anger. “This is that Chisom’s fault!” she exclaimed, her voice rising. “She and her mother have destroyed your life! Don’t worry, my son. We will not let this go unchallenged.”

But Emeka didn’t respond. He sat down on a wooden stool, burying his face in his hands. Deep down, he knew his mother was wrong. This wasn’t Chisom’s fault, it was his. He had let his anger get the better of him, and now he was paying the price.

Back at school, the atmosphere was completely different. The students seemed lighter, as though a heavy burden had been lifted. Chisom, however, didn’t join in the celebrations. She sat quietly in her classroom, her mind filled with thoughts of her baby and the life she would never have.

Carol and Jane sat beside her, trying to cheer her up. “It’s over now,” Carol said gently. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

“Yes,” Jane added. “He’s gone, and you can focus on your future.”

Chisom nodded slowly, but her heart was still heavy. She couldn’t forget what had happened, and she knew the pain would stay with her for a long time. But she also knew she had to keep moving forward, for herself and for the memory of her baby.

As the day ended and the students left for home, Chisom walked through the school gate with her head held high. She knew the road ahead would not be easy, but she was determined to keep going. She had lost so much, but she refused to lose herself.

To Be Continued...

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If you fail in school

ACCEPTED
BUT TRY NOT TO FAIL IN LIFE
AFTER SCHOOL EXAMS THERE IS ANOTHER EXAM
LIFE EXAMINATION
TRY NOT TO FAIL IT
IT A MOST
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