MY LIFE ON CAMPUS Episode 2 Dr Longe, who was dressed in a native attire with a cap on, with a frown on his face, he removed his cap slowly, just to make his bald head noticeable enough for all to see. His eyes were still fixed on Ibrahim, who sat shocked at Dr Longe’s response to what he said. “Kai! How this man come hear wetin I talk?” he said to himself, “I no shout na. This man don dey use juju.” “Get out!” Dr Longe interrupted his thought, pointing to the door. The whole class became more rowdy. Ibrahim never hesitated, he pick up his bag and bounced out of the class. Ibrahim was a living proof that Dr Longe was a strict man. Afterwards, we learnt a vital lesson we hardly would forget; never to underestimate someone’s ability and never to mess with Dr Longe. Ibrahim had to take Dr Longe’s course again because he failed it. Ibrahim narrated all these to me. I immediately jumped out of Sade’s seat before she got to me. My heart was still racing while I hurriedly found my way to my seat. Bayo joined me immediately with a frown on his face. “Why were you slow?” He murmured. I never gave him a response because I had in me the fear of Dr Longe. I can forfeit 30marks but not 70marks, was the caution that kept my lips sealed. “Why on earth were you slow?” Bayo added with a pinch on my thigh. I squeezed my face in pain, my eyes fixed on Dr Longe and responded quietly “You must be crazy o!” “Hey! You! Looking at me, stand up!” Dr Longe said with a surly look on his face. My mind, like a bluetooth transfer of a 1kb file, very quickly recalled Ibrahim’s story. It was almost happening just like his. “Am in for it today” I said to myself, “Omo Bayo yi ti ko mi si wahala,” which means ‘Bayo, has landed me in trouble.’ I immediately developed goose pimples. My heart was beating so fast that I began to pray muted while I was standing waiting to be sentenced. Why are you seated behind today?” He asked curiously. My heart immediately halted its 100metres race. I let my breath out and instantly became relaxed like a deflated baloon. I never knew he had always noticed me sit in the front row. “I—I---I fe---felt like sir.” I stuttered, knowing fully well what transfered me to the back sit, filching 301. “Come back to your sit!” He commanded, pointing to where I frequently sit. I swiftly and gladly picked my bag away from the demon-disguised friend, Bayo, who almost landed me in trouble. As soon as I was settled down, Dr Longe started his lecture. I wasn’t really interested because my mind was divided, many things flashing in and out of it. I thought about how I foolishly drooled over my assignment, how I was caught red handed about to steal Sade’s assignment, how I won’t even have anything to submit when asked to, how I would lose 30marks to carelessness, how I will read hard to pass the course with 70marks left. I really felt disappointed in myself. My attention was called back when Dr Longe’s phone rang, so unusual. He brought his phone out and checked it. He tilted his head 85 degrees to the left and thought for some seconds. “Sade! Come here!” He said, demonstrating with his index finger. Strange again. He never gets close to any student. Everyone was amazed at his sudden change. Sade got to him in a jiffy. I had the opportunity to look behind at Bayo, sent him some abusive signs with my hand for his actions that almost landed me in trouble. When I returned my head to its position, I saw Sade pointing at me. I began to twitch immediately like someone afraid of been tested positive in an HIV test. All that flashed my mind was the moment I wanted to pinch Sade’s assignment. My jerking was becoming obvious so I decided to recover myself. Sade kept discussing with Dr Longe while the class got more rowdy. I buried my head pending the time the class comes to its normal state. “Why me?” I questioned myself, “What have I done wrong? Things are not the same again, why?” “Quiet!” Dr Longe suddenly ordered the whole class. I swiftly raised my head just to see Sade back to her seat. Why then did she point at me, I wondered again. I shrugged and purposely cared less about all that happened. “You all should submit your assignment to the class rep.” Dr Longe said walking out of the class, “See you next week.” Sade hurried after Dr Longe as he exited the class. My heart kept skipping, thinking she was going to report me to him. I quickly joined them out of confidence or fear; not sure which was operating on me at the time. They both were already talking before I got there. “Ehm—Eh—Ehm Sir, I didn’t take it.” I interjected ignorantly. “Take what?” Dr Longe asked with a disgusting look on his face. “How is what we are saying your business?” I kept quiet immediately. I looked like a chump, transferring my left hand behind and scratching my head with my right, patiently listening to what Sade was saying. “Sir, my assignment is not here with me.” Sade continued, “I forgot it in my hall.” I hysterically had an inane look on my face. What! so all the while, Sade’s assignment wasn’t in her bag, I almost said. I succeeded in wasting my time fooling around. I felt like knocking myself continuously on the head. I silently disappeared from there, so sure they never knew when I left. I couldn’t bear all that had been happening to me, so I decided to take a break for the day. I ran into the class, picked up my bag and escaped before Sade comes to grill me. Bayo kept calling my name as I was hastily leaving the class. I can’t afford to answer anyone because I needed to be alone. I had thought being alone was the best therapy for my present predicament. I had two more lectures left for that day but it didn’t really matter to me because my mind was already made up. As a matter of fact, not attending those lectures doesn’t have any effect on me because the lecturers of those courses are perpetual absentees. I started my solitude on the road by listening to cool gospel music. I was totally enthralled in the lyrics of each song that played one after the other. It kept convicting my lost soul. I felt like shedding tears because I really felt lost. I never imagined I could think of stealing as an option for my carelessness. My eyes were saturated with tears that immediately I blinked trickled down my cheeks. I buried my head quickly and cleaned the tears with the back of my palm from making it obvious. Afterwards, I raised my head and prayed silently in my heart for forgiveness and total restoration. I took my time, strolling to my hall of residence. Everywhere was extremely quiet, no doubt everyone was out for lecture. It was good enough for me, because I would have a solace sleep. I stayed at the topmost floor of the fourth block of my hall. I hated climbing the stairs, not even at that time that I wanted to get to my room quickly. I skipped one or two steps while climbing, stretching my legs wide to reach the next staircase, hoping that would get me twice as fast to conquer the whole stairs. I finally got to my corridor. I suddenly sneezed. My nostrils became clearer than ever. “Uhmmmm... This smell is familiar. It is familiar.” I said, nodding my head like a lizard in approval of my instinct. “This smells like Kofo’s perfume. Yes na!. This is Tony Montana. It is jor. Uhmmmmmm... My nose can’t decieve me.” I discarded the whole thoughts that kept gushing into my small brain, knowing fully well that Kofo must have been in the lecture room. Kofo was my girlfriend, she was the real definition of beauty. She was tall and bronze in complexion with a very long curly hair. She was curvy in shape. She got a blue pupil and a perfect smile that kept her irresistible. “Ouuch! Hmmmm! Ouchh!! Easy on me.” A girl moaning from one of the rooms. “Ko je je be.” I said to myself with a fake smile on my face, which means ‘It mustn’t be so.’ While almost getting to my room, I quickly grabbed my phone to call her. I dialed, only to hear a ringtone sounding loudly from my room. “Ooooooooooooooooouch!!!” the female voice came out of my room. I stood in front of my room like a dummy. My mind quickly accessed the last Naija film I watched, where a man caught his wife redhanded with his friend in bed. I closed my eyes and shook my head, easing off the thought that kept playing. The erotic sound that kept coming out of my room got me totally frenzy. I dialed the number again but I wasn’t disappointed, the ringtone sounded out loud from my room again.
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