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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... #story #trendingpost #askquestions #everyone #everyonehighlights 1 1  |
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Whispers In The Bush Episode 10. The baby’s burial was a quiet and somber affair. A few family members and close neighbors gathered to offer their condolences, but the grief was overwhelming for Chisom and her mother. Chisom stood by the small grave, her hands trembling as she held a handful of sand. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered, “I’m sorry, my baby. I couldn’t protect you.” She dropped the sand onto the grave, her heart breaking all over again. Mama Chisom stood by her daughter, her face hard with determination. She was not only mourning her grandchild; she was furious at the injustice that had led to this moment. She had already made up her mind, Emeka would not get away with what he had done, and she would do everything in her power to protect Chisom from him. After the burial, as the visitors left and the evening grew quiet, Mama Chisom sat down with Chisom. “My daughter,” she said, her voice firm but kind, “you have suffered enough. From now on, no one will hurt you again. I will make sure of that.” Chisom nodded silently, her tears falling freely. She wanted to believe her mother’s words, but the pain in her heart made it hard to feel anything but sorrow. The next morning, Mama Chisom rose early. She wrapped her scarf tightly around her head, adjusted her wrapper, and grabbed her walking stick. Her face was set in a look of determination. “Today, I will deal with that boy and his family,” she muttered under her breath. “Where are you going, Mama?” Chisom asked weakly from her bed, still exhausted from the previous day. “Stay here and rest,” Mama Chisom replied. “I have some unfinished business to take care of.” Without another word, she left the house and marched straight to Emeka’s compound. The villagers who saw her on the way could tell she was on a mission. Her steps were quick and purposeful, and her eyes blazed with anger. When she arrived at Emeka’s house, she didn’t bother to knock. She pushed the wooden gate open and stepped into the compound. Mama Emeka, who was sitting outside looked up in surprise. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice sharp. “I came to warn your son,” Mama Chisom said, her voice cold. “Where is he?” Mama Emeka stood up, adjusting her wrapper. “Why are you looking for my son? Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?” “Trouble?” Mama Chisom snapped, stepping closer. “Your son is the reason my grandchild is dead! He is the trouble, not me.” Mama Emeka’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t come here and insult my family. If your daughter hadn’t been so careless, none of this would have happened.” That was the final straw for Mama Chisom. She took a step forward, pointing her finger at Mama Emeka. “Careless? You dare to call my daughter careless after everything your son has done? Your son slapped her, and because of him, my grandchild is gone. You should be ashamed!” Their voices grew louder, drawing the attention of neighbors who began to gather around the compound. “What’s happening?” one woman whispered to another as they watched the confrontation unfold. Just then, Emeka came out of the house, his face pale when he saw Mama Chisom. He tried to turn back inside, but she spotted him. “You!” she shouted, pointing at him. “Come here!” Emeka froze, his heart pounding. He had been avoiding Chisom and her family since the incident, but now he had no choice but to face her angry mother. Slowly, he walked toward her, his head bowed. “Good morning, Mama,” he said quietly, avoiding her gaze. “Don’t you dare call me Mama,” she snapped. “You are not my son, and you never will be. Listen to me carefully, Emeka. From today, you will stay away from my daughter. Do you hear me? At school, at the market, anywhere, you will not go near her.” Emeka nodded quickly, too afraid to argue. “Yes, ma. I understand,” he said, his voice trembling. “And if I hear that you have troubled her again,” Mama Chisom continued, her voice rising, “I will not come to warn you. I will come to deal with you and your entire family. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma,” Emeka repeated, his voice barely audible. Mama Emeka tried to step in. “You can’t just come here and...” “Be quiet!” Mama Chisom shouted, cutting her off. “If you had raised your son properly, we wouldn’t be here! I’m warning you, too. If you or anyone in your family tries to harm my daughter again, you will regret it.” With that, she turned and walked out of the compound, her head held high. The neighbors who had gathered watched in awe, some whispering among themselves about her boldness. “She’s right,” one man said quietly. “Emeka has caused enough pain. It’s time he faced the consequences.” When Mama Chisom returned home, she found Chisom sitting outside, holding a small piece of cloth that had belonged to her baby. She looked up as her mother approached, her eyes filled with sadness. “Mama,” she said softly, “did you go to Emeka’s house?” “Yes,” Mama Chisom replied, sitting down beside her. “I warned him to stay away from you. He won’t bother you again.” Chisom nodded, her heart heavy. She wanted to believe her mother, but the pain of losing her child still lingered. She knew it would take time to heal, but she also knew she had to be strong, for herself and for her mother. The days that followed were quiet but tense. At school, Emeka avoided Chisom completely. He stayed on the opposite side of the classroom and didn’t speak to her or even look in her direction. His friends, who had once teased him relentlessly, now kept their distance as well. It was clear that no one wanted to get involved in the mess he had created. Chisom, on the other hand, tried to focus on her studies. She still felt the stares and whispers from her classmates, but she did her best to ignore them. With the support of her mother and her new friends, Carol and Jane, she slowly began to rebuild her life. To Be Continued... Next episode after 200 shäres #story #trendingpost #askquestions #everyonehighlights 3 3  |