That same day… When my Aunt saw this picture, she called me and asked me to come to her lodge casually, I took a bike and went as fast as I could, when I got there, all she had for me was slaps and hot beating, “you’re just in 100l and you are taking stupid pictures”, I wept. I cried so much, I cried throughout the journey back to my school while listening to ‘Love - Kendrick Lamar’ She then called my mum and told her I came to owerri only months ago and I had already started doing photoshoot near ‘Otamiri’. Otamiri is a river that’s been said to have drowned people who weren’t indigenes, when I was told about this river, it sounded like the tales of ‘ms koi koi’ from boarding school, but I heard deaths of fellow students who died from swimming there. Yhup, that’s the river beside me above. My mum panicked. My mum then called my Dad, my Grandmother, all her sisters that spoken often to me at the time and my very strict uncle, her younger brother, of course I thought they were overreacting because they were, but that, plus the anxiety that came with me taking pictures made the dreams of modeling die.

Thankfully it was the only one from the shoot they saw. If I had any atom of Bad bitch synthesizing, it perished that night after being beat to a pulp.