Episode 4
Secret Admiration
[RECAP : Millson was surprised to see the Yakayake seller he was attracted to in his class. He realised she was a student. Dzifa decided to initiate a friendly move]
{Dzifa's Narration }
School has always being boring to me.If there was a place I wish I could avoid, then that place would have been school.Sometimes I pretended I was sick just to skip school. This habit nearly made me lose my post in the school as the GP( Girl's Prefect) I couldn't agree more with Prince Ed when he defined -S.C.H.O.O.L as the S.ix C.ruel H.ours O.f O.ur L.ives.
Everyday , when I went to school to meet all those boring teachers trying to force useless theories into my head, I always pray secretly that lessons should end quickly.
"Who the hell brought schooling to the world at all?," I always ask."That person would suffer forever."
All my sentiments about schooling and its boredom changed when Mr. Millson Lamptey came to our school.
When he was teaching ,it seemed as if he was delivering a presiden
tial speech. His voice was musical and he had a majestic personality.
My heart sunk whenever he spoke. This teacher is indeed charismatic.
Mr.Millson is a teacher every lady will admire. There was no doubt about his fine features.
His hair was a rich shade of black. It curled round his scalp in waves and stretched in parallel lines towards his hairline. His glowing, fair-like skin was adorable with hairs running smoothly on his skin. His dove -like eyes were alluring and seemed to brighten the places around him. His round face was matched with a pointed nose and full lips. In general, he was tall and athletic.
He epitomized the idea of
perfection. When he realised I was excited, his lips parted into a smile, and the dimples on his cheeks materialised. I could see myself reflected in the mirror of his crystal clear seductive eyes.
There were three things that separated Mr. Millson from most of the teachers- His style of teaching was very flexible, fun-filled and engaging , his way of dressing reflect modernity and class. More importantly he had a unique sense of humour. He looked friendly but principled. I knew I admired him the moment I saw him.
The coming of Mr.Millson made me change my lackadaisicalℹ attitude towards School. From that point onwards, I became very punctual in class, hardly missing any of his classes. I wanted him to be my friend or if possible my .......
never mind. I will tell you later.
Sir Millson had become my idol.
Two things happened in the school that drew me more closer to him.
I was bullied by a boy called Yema , a fearful looking and notorious boy in the school. He was famed for fighting with a teacher in the school for taking his girlfriend,
an action that earned him three weeks suspension and signing of a bond of good behaviour.
When Yema started bullying me, I reported him to the school's authority but that didn't seemed to scare him. It was Mr. Millson who came to my rescue. He took over the case and arbitrated it fairly.
Yema was eventually punished with a strict warning never to harass me again.
The second thing that drew me closer to Millson was his subject "Government." He noticed I was weak in his subject and decided to help me improve upon my grades.
After class, every Wednesday, he would use one and half hours of his precious time to re-teach topics in his subject that I found difficult to grasp in class. With time , my academic performances improved.
The subject I hated most suddenly became the subject I love most.
I'm sure you know the reason. 'Government' had suddenly become my favourites subject. No doubt, it was because of the teacher behind the scene. I wished he was not a principled teacher. It could have made things easier for me.
My behavioural change was noticed by my father when I went home one evening . He said , "Dzifa," I have noticed that now, you go to school happily and regularly and your academic performances especially in Government had improved marvelously. What is the secret?"
"It's Mr Millson, Our new Govern
ment teacher. He is very good and committed to his work. He made class very engaging and entertaining," I explained to him, hiding my real intention behind that statement.
My father gazed at me curiously for a few minutes.He was not fooled by my charade. After all, he is my father and was supposed to be more mature and experience than me.
He asked , " is that all?
I was quiet.
He continued, "I think you really like your new Government teacher. I can see it in the manner in which you spoke highly of him."
I said in my heart,"Like?....you said? I love him. In fact, I adore him !!!"
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My secret love for Mr. Lamptey Millson grew day by day. It became so strong that not even the strict school rules on Teacher - Student romantic relationship could stop it.Yes, my love couldn't be quenched by any bogus school rule. Afterall, are the teachers also not human beings with sexual feelings? I wish I were the education minister. I would have repel that rule. It's Obnoxious.ℹ
I must make Millson aware of my feelings for him. I knew I could not summon enough courage to look him in the face and tell him about my feelings for him so I decided to put it into writing.
The letter went like this;
"My dear Millson, ?❤
The sweetness of this season has given me the Golden opportunity to write this letter to you to express my heartfelt and unconditioned emotions through the words I am penning on this writing pad.
Dear Sir, from the moment you step into our class , I have never been myself. I have countless sleepless nights just thinking of you.
I thought the feeling will fade away with time but it is apparent it's not going anywhere. In fact the more I see your angelic lovely face in my class, the more my heart yearn for your warm embrace. I wish I can just fly into your arms so that you take me to the world of bliss.
" Please Sir, this is NOT a joke. I love you and I pray you love me too.Please and please, Sir, don't reject my proposal or else I will die. I need you in my life to make it complete. You are the missing rib I have been looking for all this while and thank God I have found you in my class.I knew the curtain of professionalism is a standing block to our loveship but I also believe there is no force stronger than love. Remember, love doesn't ask why. It does what it wants to do. I wish to say more but the prevailing condi
tions has made it highly difficult.
In any case, I believe I have made my feelings very clear to you without any trace of equivocation.
Thanks in advance.
Your admirer.......... "D"
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Note: ⚠️
Please reply as soon as possible. Leave the reply in the cardboard in the Staff Common room after closing from school. I will pick it from there.
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Not sure how he would react to the letter, I decided not to write my full name under it. I wanted to be partially anonymous, at least for the time being. After parceling the letter, I secretly went behind the Staff Common Room after he left for another class and placed it on his table, since his table was closer to the window.
I knew Mr. Lamptey Millson was a principled young man despite been free with us but I was hoping against hope that a miracle would happen and he will reciprocate my love for him.
I waited for three days, then one week. He never even mentioned the fact that someone wrote a love letter to him. Two weeks, no response. I was disappointed but encouraged myself to write another letter to him.
I wrote a second letter to him and it went like this;
"My dear Millson, ❤?❤
I am very happy to once again express my emotions to you through this penned words .
'When I cast my eyes round,
I see a vacuum created around me.
When I look back and forward,
there is nothing to hold on to and there I remember I needed someone special like you.
When I lie on my bed at night,
I feel I am lying beside you,
then I remember you are far but close to me.
You are very important to me.
When my tears flow over, I needed only you to wipe them for me, in the valleys and shadows of death, my heart will still yearn for you.
I really need you by my side.
Yes.Just you by my side is more than a thousand others.
I needed you to console me in time of troubles.
Anytime I feel like I was alone,
I remember you and my loneliness disappear.
Please Sir. Make my fantasy a reality and do not see me as a small girl.
Your admirer
" D"
I waited for two weeks but again,
he did not give any reply to the letter. I was sad but decided not to give up. I tried once again and wrote him a third love letter.
I started...
Dear Millson ,my love, ?❤??
I waited for your response to my previous letters but I couldn't get any. I want you to know that love is about caring. It is also about sharing each other's problem.
Love is about being there for your partner at the time he needs you most.
when things are getting bad,
when the world is forsaking me,
remember that I still need you most. Pleasssssse,don't leave me this way, when my heart refused to be comforted,
when all doors are closed and when nobody was there to console me, I want to get the assurance from you that you will be there for me.
Yours admirer............ "D."
Once again, he had not reacted or responded to my third letter .It became obvious to me that Millson had chosen to remain nonchalantℹ to my love letters. But wait a minute, how can he respond to love letters that does not bear the sender's full name.
I had been a coward all this while.
More surprising, Millson had shown no sign that he suspected me of writing the letters.
Finally I decided to approach him and tell him about my feelings for him and damn the consequences.
That Wednesday after our usual private Government class, he was walking home when I called him, "Sir !"
He turned abruptly, not aware that I was following him.
"Yes, Dzifa,how can I help you?"
he asked.
I stood watching him for more than a minute. It is easier said than done. I thought I can simply walk up to my teacher and tell him I love him but now that I approached him , I realised the word is not that simple to say especially when you are a female student and he is a male teacher.
"Hello, Dzifa, I thought you wanted to tell me something," he said, cutting through my chain of disoriented thoughts.
"Oh, yes, Sir, I just wanted to say I enjoy your class today. Today's lesson was so exceptional and I want to thank you for that," I lied. Deep within me,my heart was racing like a speed train.Two voices were speaking to me. One was saying, "Dzifa , say it, tell him you love him , afterall, is he not a human being, a male for that matter?
The second voice inside me was saying, Dzifa , don't say it. He is not your classmate, he is your teacher and if you say it, he will bounce you. You will lose his respect and he will see you as a bad girl"
"Hmmmm," I sigh . Should I say it or not. I was really in a dilemmatic situation. Finally, I decide to listen to the voice of the devil. I opened my mouth and say, " Sir Millson, I like you a lot."
He smiled back at me and said, "it's normal for you to like me. Afterall if you don't like me, then it means you hate me and I am not sure I am your enemy, enjoy the rest of your day."
" You too, Sir," I responded rather reluctantly
He walked away. I stood there , rooted to the spot.That was not exactly what I wanted to say, I wanted to say," Sir Millson , I love you" but somehow ended up saying " Sir Millson , I like you a lot"
I was quite disappointed with myself.I have lost a once-in- a -lifetime- Golden opportunity but I live with the hope that since he was still in the school, I would surely get the chance again .At least I told him I like him, maybe that's a progress.The famous adage said 'Rome was not built in a day'.
I needed to be patient,it's just a matter of time. With those words of encouragement, I went home a bit satisfied.
For the next two weeks, he was particularly busy with some school stuffs and we couldn't meet after class.I was beginning to get discouraged. I really needed to tell him my feelings.
The world they say was full of surprises, out of his busy schedule, he called me one day after class into the staff common room after all teachers have left. I smiled secretly in my heart. "He had read all my love letters after all," I thought.
I'm sure we are going to do it in the Staff Common room. But what of if a student or the headmistress come around and saw a shocking scene of the Staff Common room being temporarily converted into a hotel or mating ground?
"Come closer to me ,Dzifa," he commanded me.
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What happened next? Watch out for Episode 5
Glossary
*lackadaisical
Showing no interest, vigor, determination, or enthusiasm.
*Obnoxious.
Extremely unpleasant, very annoying, odious or contemptible.
*Nonchalant
Indifferent; unconcerned; behaving as if detached.
