Notelet XXII: Un-layered

Ariel, Sanchez and Kwame had just come out of their prep exams or mock exams as you’d have it. “Guys, am tired out burning the midnight candle. Am off for a snooze”, Kwame said. “Make that two”, came the voice of Sanchez. “What about you Ariel. Isn’t your beauty sleep calling?”, teased Kwame. “Nah, I have a brief visit to the course director’s office. See you lads”. Miss Caroline was a very proper woman. Nothing was out of place on her personhood or office. She never seemed unnerved. “Tap”, came the timid knock of Ariel. “Come on in Ariel. I have been expecting you”, said Miss. soothing voice. “How are you Ariel Yohannes?”, the ditector asked. “Am good”, replied the other twitching in her seat beside the director. “You sure? I am here for you. I can’t help but notice your black-outs in class and in the hallway sometimes. I have also been told you go into a blank stare as if you are far away often in class mumbling God knows what.” “You are in a safe place, Ariel to talk about what’s bothering you”, she added. At first hesitant, Ariel looked into the trusting eyes of Miss Caroline and started to unwrap her past pains, hurts, disappointments. Here sat one who wouldn’t take advantage of her. Her soul, o her soul would find rest at last...

You are quintessentially special,
Love Abba