Passionate Reconciliation

Passionate Reconciliation

The school's view stood boldly by the tarred road. Stella had been watching since she left home with her mum dreaming of a good school like the one she just left. Her mum alighted off the road and hooted at the entrance gate. The gate rolled open. Stella did not see anyone as they drove in and the gate rolled back closed. What stole her attention was the neatness of the premises and the setting of the burgeoning flowers finely trimmed. The mum finally parked in front of the administrative office and they came out of the black Lexus geep.

'Wow!' she exclaimed as the green coloured three-storey school building appeared clearer than what she saw through the windscreen of the Lexus. She panned her eyes around the school. Everywhere was noiseless yet she could see students in every visible classroom. She admired the green colour of the building and white decorations of the doors and the windows. She remembered that her ex teachers once told her that green symbolises richness, fertility or productivity and white symbolises purity.

'Come on!' Her mum screamed. She had been engulfed by astonishing sights and as she climbed the staircase to the office, everything she saw only about what she dreamed. In the administrative office, she was introduced to the school's principal then taking to her new class in her new school.

It was a class of forty students and every student was studying one book or the other and hardly had she took her seat when a teacher stepped in to read and explain the codes of conduct of the school to her. She then understood the tranquillity of the school at her arrival.

During recess, every classmate rallied around her in the corridor of her classroom.

'Hi! I'm Erma. You're welcome to the Land of Intelligence Schools' one said.

'Hello! I'm Muna. You're welcome to our school.' Another took turns.

'Hi! I'm Michael. You're welcome to this beautiful school .' Another followed.

Stella stood shy, feeling she was too loved and honoured and as they kept coming, she kept being humbled till she saw a figure standing before her, arms widely stretched for an embrace.

'Naila!' Stella baffled

'Yes, I'm also in this school, the same class with you'

They lost their arms on each other's shoulder, holding tightly in tears never to let go. Other students watched on flabbergasted and emotional.

Nine months ago Naila and Stella were in the same school and the same class. They were not besties; they were not enemies either. One unfaithful Friday at school, closing bell rang and like they were accustomed to, all students rushed outside to pick seats on the school's coastal bus before it would get filled up. Nobody loved to take the second, third or the last trip. Naila and Stella in haste collided and heavily fell down. Stella's food flask hit the wall, broke and rolled away. In anger, she responded with a heartless punch that landed on Naila's nose, seized her breath and instantly made her lifeless on the floor. Teachers quickly convened but the school's nurse could not resuscitate her. She was rushed to an hospital where her parents reported and sued the school for negligence and Stella's parents for their child's lack of good training. Days, weeks, and months other students labelled Stella 'a murderer'. The pain made her stopped going to school and the mum found the new school.

They cried the more each time they looked into each other's face. While Stella keptig babbling 'I'm sorry' Naila kept saying 'It's okay!'