~When the world goes round~ Kpaa!!!! Do not be carried away. This is no knockout or gunshot sound. It was the sound Olas palm made when it came in contact with my face. It was a Saturday morning, the monthly house inspection had just come to an end. It was a day every junior student dreaded. we wake up as early as 4:00am and commence cleaning of the hostels and its surroundings. Morning duties on this day is based on allocation and does not follow the usual morning duty rooster. The house prefect shares the duty according to preference. To those he loves he gives the easier portion of duty, and to those he loves the most (irony) he apportions the largest portion of duty. (To him who is loved the most, more is given). Ola and I fell in the category of the most loved and so on this Saturday we were appointed as the men in charge of the loo, the nightmare of every student. All the shit for the week is pilled up for you to wash clean. You are expected to make the toilet as clean as possible cause the inspecting team dared not complain about your post of duty. If they did, it meant two things: youd miss breakfast for the day and also get some drillings. So we carried out our duty faithfully. At about 10:30 am, the inspection came to an end. Ola and I hurriedly picked our cups and carted to the dinning hall. Ola loved food just like Jesus loved the world. For food Ola was ready to lay down his live. Sometime ago, on a Monday morning during break as we walked to the tuck shop to get ourselves something to eat, Ola reeled his achievements to me one of which was the fact that for the four years he had been in the school, he missed dining hours only once. And do you even know what caused it? He asked. No. What? It was because I was seriously ill and on drip. If not ehn? He said proudly. Wont you walk fast? They would soon lock the dining oh Ola cautioned. Keep quiet joor! You too like food. Glutton like you. I said, maintaining my pace. That was when it happened. It happened so fast i didnt even see it coming. Olas large palm covered my face and produced an echo that made everything along its path resonate. I staggered three steps backward, then like the rush of a mighty wind i approached him and replied back with a roof tearing slap. Hey! The both of you should go and lie down and wait for me in my corner. It was Senior Kastro our house prefect. He had spotted us, he had caught us fighting and that meant only one thing. We were doomed. Seconds past into minutes, and minutes into hours, we laid there still, waiting for senior Kastro to come and pass his judgement. Other junior students walked in and out looking at the two scape goats lying on the floor. Some only wondered what our offenses were while those who cared managed to ask what we had done. After about two hours, senior Kastro walked into the hostel with two of his friends and four junior students with four bowls, walking confidently behind him like aides on a mission to deliver a package to safety. Two of the bowls contained dried akara while the other two contained semi liquid pap. I could imagine Ola salivating and cursing the day he met me. I had made him loose another dining hour. Wetin these boys do now? One of Kastros friends asked. His name is Laka he is the ugliest human I had seen in a while. Can you imagine these boys fighting in this school he said. Ah!!!! His other friend exclaimed like in the manner a person would when he hears that you had committed a crime as theft and murder. The both of you stand up senior Kastro finally said. Shey you people think you know how to slap ba? You are going slap yourselves until blood starts coming out from your faces. Now face each other and start slapping I turned face Ola, my heart skipped. He was bigger. This is cheating and my mind was like diarris God oh. Senior kastro jumped onto his bed and his friends jumped unto the other bunks that formed his corner. Ola and I were left in the middle of the corner as two gladiators about to consume themselves with slaps that will leave them sprawling in the pool of their own blood. We would have begged but we knew better, senior Kastro was not one that could be persuaded. Ola. You start. Oya! Round one slap! Ola landed a clean dirty slap on my cheek that sent a message as if to say this one is for making me miss my breakfast. At first it felt like a sting, then like a bite then like something i could not even explain and when i finally opened my eyes, the world spurn round and for the first time in my life, i saw the reality of the rotation and revolution of the earth which was before now just mare theories. Our slave masters cheered as the slap fight commenced. I looked up at Ola, took some steps backward, ran towards him, sprung into the air, Somersaulted and delivered it to him hot and saucy. He staggered backwards and landed on the floor. There was cheering from the slave masters in the mini Colosseum. They were having fun at the expense of our pains. We slapped, slapped, and slapped until we were exhausted. We were later released and asked to hold hands and leave the arena. we held ourselves like to wounded gladiators leaning on each other for support. As we left the arena, we saw stars appearing and disappearing, the world spurn round and nothing was the same. #Momohslaw #happynumonth #welcometomymonth
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 06:49:42 +0000
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