We excited to announce we’ll be publishing Serialized Fictions (Series) on Olodo Nation & we’re kicking off with this dope fiction titled Lamentations Of An Ugly Girl Written by an ugly unilag girl sef! 😉
Read the Prologue below! Episode 1 will be published next Tuesday! Yippeee!
Before I start, I’d like us all to agree on some conditions. I did not bring my life out here to be advised or to be told that “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder” shit or “You’re beautiful in your heart” crap. *abeg, how is a lady suppose to be beautiful in her heart, so guys will be like “guy, check out that girl”s heart, it’s so beautiful mehn*. In addition, you must know that my life is not a Bond movie so there are days when adrenaline would ooze without caution and there are days when I am more boring than twerking to a bagpipe tune. That being said; fasten your seatbelts people.
I am Gbadamosi Omotolani, 21 year old, chocolate skinned, 5ft 9”, almost hourglass figure. You must be imagining one fine Ini-Edo-like girl to be. Wait till I tell you about my face. I am a custodian of the Ibadan culture in every sense of the word: I have three thick tribal marks on each side of my face. (Keyword thick; thicker than most of this flat screen TVs width) Ok, let me stop for you to throw up, I just did that myself.
Of all four children of my parents, I am the only one with tribal marks; the others do not even have scars not to mention marks on their faces. Every time I ask my dad the reason for the marks, he brings up this topic of how I am a true representation of the Ibadan people and I am meant to be identified anywhere I go.
I have tried bleaching, toning, peeling and all other unprintable things to take it off but like DJ Sose’s tattoo, up in my face till death. I have since learnt to live with it[tempted to call it disability], never let it deter my rep, it just made me put extra work in looking fine or manageable as the case may seem.
Although I cannot wear loud clothes unlike my friends, oh my friends, damn, I miss those girls, Bola, slightly spoilt, second daughter of a business mogul, this girl is crazy but she is always fun to be with.
Vivian, light skinned, Omo Ibo, we met as fresh-men and have known each other since then, the babe, my direct opposite because she is fine. Now to the life of the pack, drama mama, Elizabeth, she is the CNN of the pack, very melodramatic, straightforward and funny; she never misses chance of a good laugh.
They say true friends are like gems, these ones are diamonds, I remember this one time, when the four of us were walking together and some guys came to greet us. They walked past me and proceeded to greet Bola.
Surprisingly, she said “you saw someone before me, if you can’t greet her just walk”. “Walk” Elizabeth echoed, strutting her fingers in demonstration, guys being guys, they just walked but the next time they sure greeted. So many other ways, we all had to stand up for each other. School resumes in a week and I can’t wait.
P.S: I am a writer although I might not be able to tell my story adeptly but I can do that completely and truthfully.