Chapter Twelve: Bold Moves and Nigerian Flair
Monday morning arrived with a crisp, clear sky. Adora strode into the school grounds with her usual confident swagger, her hoodie loosely tied, sneakers squeaking softly on the polished pavement. Mei caught up to her, slightly out of breath.
"Adora, I think some of the students are planning something today," Mei whispered nervously.
Adora grinned. "Let them plan. We will see who is bold enough to try."
By mid-morning, the school announced a team activity: students would form groups to compete in a series of puzzles, relays, and cultural knowledge challenges. Adora immediately saw an opportunity—not just to show her skills but also a little Nigerian flair.
Her group consisted of Mei, a quiet boy named Li, and a few other students who looked curious about her. Across the courtyard, the soft girls' team sneered, clearly expecting her to fail.
The first challenge was a logic puzzle. Adora quickly analyzed the problem, directing her team confidently. "Let's break it down step by step. No panic," she instructed. Her voice carried authority, yet warmth.
Next was a relay race. Adora's team was behind at first, but she whispered to Mei, "Watch this." With a burst of energy, she sprinted, her movements precise and practiced. She handed the baton to Mei with a playful flourish. "Go, don't carry last. Make them see Naija speed."
Her teammates laughed, catching on to her energy. Even the skeptical students couldn't help but smile.
The final challenge was cultural knowledge. Each team had to present a small aspect of their country's traditions. Adora's mind raced. She knew this was her moment.
When it was her turn, she stood tall. "I am Adora from Nigeria. In my country, we celebrate festivals with music, dance, and food that brings people together. Even in everyday life, we respect elders, celebrate joy, and face challenges boldly. Today, I bring a little of that spirit to this school."
She performed a short dance she had learned back home, just a few steps, accompanied by a rhythmic clap. Even the teacher smiled, impressed. The soft girls' eyes widened, whispering among themselves.
By the end of the activity, Adora's team won. Cheers erupted, and many students came over to congratulate her. The whispers had changed—they were no longer about doubt but admiration, curiosity, and respect.
As she walked back to her dorm with Mei, she laughed softly. "See, wherever we go, Naija style dey always shine. Bold, brave, and unapologetically Adora."
Mei shook her head, smiling. "You're incredible. Everyone loves you already."
Adora smirked, her confidence unwavering. "Of course. And we are only getting started."