'Oppression week!!!! ', the students screamed.

'Yes yes yes, there will be oppression week this time around. Remember the rules, keep it age appropriate and decent at all costs. If you do not, then prepare to be paraded at the PTA meeting. Now we will have the first three days for runway show. The hall way will be your runway, the schedule will be posted so dress accordingly.

Also, there will be racket tournaments during the winter classes. Every evening for the first four days, the other sports will have their turns. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. So see you in a few days, happy holidays! ', the school admin said to the kids and left the podium for the senior prefect to take over.

Gideon sighed.

He had heard of oppression week and instantly knew that he would not like it. He did not feel the need to play dress up. Not just because he did not have much clothes, but because he saw no sense in it.

Someone jabbed his shoulder, he turned to see Obioma.

'Dont think much about it. I have you covered for oppression week. Besides, you can help me decongest my wardrobe. In short, let's go to my house after school. I have some things I wanted to share before the announcement of oppression week ', Obioma said.

Gideon simply nodded, he hated it when Obioma came to the rescue like this. But he had no choice, unless he wanted to stand out like a sour thumb.

'Abeg let's go, what does she want to say that has not been announced? ', Obioma said as he pulled Gideon with him.

They came out of the building and Gideon called his driver.

'Guy it's just twelve o'clock. We can't leave school! ', Gideon said in alarm but Obioma was already seated in the car.

'Its fine, we will be back before then. Plus I have permission to leave', Obioma said.

'You have permission but I do not have permission. Please I don't want any problems -', Gideon was cut off as Obioma presented two permission slips.

'I won't put you in danger or get you in trouble. At least that much you can trust ', Obioma said as Gideon entered the car.

'Good afternoon sir. Then you should have said so first then. Thank you ', Gideon said and remained quiet for the rest of the ride.

*

Obioma's room was crazy.

He even jumped the broom. Their family house was massive, then his room or more appropriately his floor was crazy.

'Make yourself at home, I'll be back shortly, let me see if I can find something edible in the kitchen ", Obioma said and exited the room.

Gideon took his time examining the room. It was a beautiful room. From the bed to the furniture to the light setting. Everything was just wow.

Obioma came back a few minutes later.

'Guy, just come down stairs abeg. The stress of carrying these things up here is plenty', Obioma said. Gideon stood up to follow him.

'Are you not uncomfortable in those shoes? See my slides over there, abeg change', Obioma asked Gideon.

'I can manage -',

'Just change before aunty Ijeoma makes me mop the whole house tomorrow as punishment for leaving invisible marks on her floor', Obioma said with an eye roll. Gideon was amused, this seemed to be a usual occurrence.

'Alright', he conceded and took off his shoes but not his socks. Then he put on the slides and followed Obioma who lead him through the living room that had Gideon gaping again, then to their kitchen.

Gideon stood at the door just taking it in. The only place in his entire existence that he had seen kitchens like these where on white movies. Even Nigerian movies which showed rich folks de learn work.

'Wow, this is amazing! ', Gideon said when he finally found his voice.

'Thank you. I'll pass your compliment to my mum. Dad gave her free reign and she brought her home in London to Nigeria. Anyway, these are what I could find. I would have made noodles but Aunty Ijeoma would skin me alive. So we'll settle for junk in the meantime ', Obioma said.

His brow furrowed in confusion as Obioma brought out a bottle of 5 alive, Pringles, fried chips and then there was a beep. Obioma opened what seemed to be a microwave and brought out pizza.

'Bia, bia, mmadu ole na-eri ife a? It's too much now! ', Gideon said already calculating the cost of everything on the table.

'Just eat, tomorrow is for shopping. Aunty Ijeoma would restock. It's not much na, I could not find the bread to even toast for you. I'm sure aunty Ijeoma hid it', Obioma said, just then the door opened to reveal a young woman casually dressed.

Obioma stood up and greeted her.

'Good afternoon aunty Ijeoma ', Obioma greeted. Gideon followed suit immediately. His heart beating when he saw her take in what Obioma displayed. He was sure Obioma would get a beating.

'You are serving your friend junk food while there's food in the second microwave? Who taught you that one? ', Aunty Ijeoma said and crossed the room to open the said microwave. She brought out a steaming bowl of rice. Fried rice to be precise.

'I didn't want you to shout at me incase it was night food ', Obioma said in his defense. Aunty Ijeoma rolled her eyes and dished to massive plates of rice, then proceeded to add some veggies by the side. She set the plates in front of them.

Then returned to the microwave and gave them chicken to booth.

Very massive chicken in Gideon's opinion.

'Ma? We can share one-', Gideon went to say but was cut off by Obioma saying,

'You and who? I'm not sharing mine-', Obioma was cut off by the slap to the back of his head, given to him by aunty Ijeoma.

'Manner less goat! Let your mum return first. Don't worry dear, just enjoy the meal and ignore this one', Aunty Ijeoma said. The look she sent to Gideon made him understand that the conversation was pointless.

Obioma grumbled from the slap but shut up immediately aunty Ijeoma leveled him a look.

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