Aufgabe HT 1 - 3.2 · Abitur NRW Englisch GK · Haupttermin · Weiterbildungskolleg 2021

Klausurteil A

Molara Wood

The Last Bus Stop

This short story takes place in London, where Sade, Ronke and Maryam, three young women, formed a friendship. Sade, who tells the story, is now preparing to phone Ronke, who has moved to New York, in order to let her know what has happened to Maryam. Before she makes the call, she recalls the day Ronke announced that she intended to leave.

“I have model friends who aren’t doing badly in New York.” You looked at the greying sky

outside the window. “Yeah, I think that’s where I’m headed. America. The Last Bus Stop.”

I turned to Maryam who had sunk into the sofa, holding her mug close as though for warmth.

We were thinking the same thing: we would soon be losing our friend to America. God’s

5 own country. The Last Bus Stop for many of our generation who, once they got there, never

seemed to think there was anywhere left to go – or return. […]

That was the great thing about being around you, Ronke. The confidence that the world was

wide, lush and inviting and you had your place in it, a sure footing that could not slip. Back

in Lagos, Maryam and I would never move in the same circles as you. We’d probably never

10 meet your kind – rich and privileged with the world yours for the taking, able to enjoy

Beethoven if you chose. But in London we were your best friends. Remember how, when

irritated by those Nigerians we considered beneath us, we’d smirk, “London is a leveler”?

When it came to leveling Nigerians, London was indiscriminate. It leveled either way, up or

down the social ladder. Maryam and I didn’t mind that London leveled us up with you, Ronke.

15 Looking back, I see it was all that time in your company that got Maryam thinking about

becoming a model. It also fueled her dreams of escape to America, The Last Bus Stop.

Maryam was too short to be a model of course but carried herself like one. She was forced

to take a break from university, unable to afford the fees. Money from home had dried up.

Her widowed mother’s fabric retailing business in Lagos was badly hit by a ban on imported

20 textiles; then armed robbers swept the shop clean of expensive laces, voiles and jacquards.

Maryam’s student work permit ran out with her study visa, so she could not continue work

as a part-time beauty consultant with her new, illegal immigrant status. She did the odd job

where they were not too fussy about papers; and kept close to her beloved haunts by hanging

with you. Now you are gone, and tomorrow I will not attend lectures. I must go to Maryam,

25 you see.

I remember the day you left for New York, Ronke. We saw you off to Gatwick Airport.

When it was time to go through the passengers’ only gates, you wrapped us in what you

liked to call “major hugs.”

Maryam sobbed on the Gatwick Express back to Victoria Station and I pushed tissues into

30 her hands, embarrassed at the sneaky glances from other passengers. I realized then that

Maryam was crying more for herself than for you. She hadn’t found a way to escape her

predicament as you had just done. When the sniffling stopped, Maryam slipped on the

Gianfranco Ferré sunglasses you gave her. She looked a bit like the model she wanted to be

then, but a monologue ensued.

35 “I hate phoning home now, what’s the use? Mum can hardly feed my brothers, let alone find

the foreign exchange to support me here.”

I only listened, one arm round her shoulders.

“No use calling for money… Mum just cries and cries till my credit runs out. Last time I

phoned she begged me to come back home. But, go home to what, Sade, tell me; go home

40 to what? Go back a failure, a university drop-out. Go back with my head bowed when my

contemporaries in Lagos have done better with their lives? No. I can’t go back… I can’t go

back. Not just now.” […]

Now on the lone sofa in my living room, I dial your US number. How to say it, Ronke?

That Maryam was caught attempting to board a flight to America with a forged passport

45 and is to be deported back to Nigeria? That the dodgy boyfriend took every penny she had

left to facilitate her last dash for The Last Bus Stop? If Kate Moss could make it as a model

without a great height, who was to say Maryam couldn’t? And if she couldn’t be a model in

America, she could be other things, couldn’t she? Ronke was there, was she not? Maryam

blurted it all out to me when I saw her at the Immigration Detention Centre today. Now,

50 I must in turn blurt it all out to you. You, Ronke, who started Maryam’s dream rolling.

I hear the phone ringing from across the waters. The receiver feels moist next to my cheek

as I wait for an answer.

Annotations:

20 laces, voiles and jacquards – types of textiles

33 Gianfranco Ferré – an Italian fashion designer

46 Kate Moss – British supermodel that was particularly successful in the 1990s and 2000s

3.2

Maryam spends her final day at the Immigration Detention Centre writing a letter to Abike, her childhood friend in Nigeria. Write this letter and concentrate on how she feels about going back to Nigeria as well as on what she hopes and fears for her future. [14 Punkte]