my life on campus 16& 17 EPISODE 16 Not again, not again today I said to myself. The hand still rested on my shoulder without shifting its position. My mind was already made up for the worst. I slowly turned around to confirm whose hand it was. I was alarmed when I saw who it was, Bayo. “Shush.” He sounded with his index finger on his lips, telling me to be quiet. I was surprised to see him in my room. I thought I searched the two segments of the room, where did he hide? I asked myself. “Banji, you have to help me here.” Bayo pleaded and added, “I need you now more than ever.” “Before you make your devilish request again, I would have to ask you few questions.” I said with a bossy face. “Go ahead. I will sure have an answer.” He replied. “First, How did you get into my room and why did you come?” “I entered early this morning.” He said. “Many students are gathered in front of my room, even the school security, so I have to come take shelter here.” “Ok. Fine. Secondly.” I said when Bayo interrupted. “Banji, please I have no time for all these.” He said, covered all over with pity. “Help me please.” “Guess you don’t need my help.” “Please Banji, Please.” He said on his knees. I was dazzled by Bayo’s pleas. Bayo on his knees? I still can’t believe. He really must need my help, I thought. “Ok Ok Ok. Fine. What’s it?” I said with a pompous pose, “how may I be of help?” “Banji, am wanted!” He fearfully said grabbing me by my shoulder. “Everyone is looking for me.” “Then, how is that my business?” “Banji, you know we were together all the while Emeka and Chinedu died.” “Ehn! Please and please don’t say that again.” I warned. “We were not together and I know nothing about their death and how you killed them.” “Banji, let’s pour it all on Strike.” He said, “let’s pour it on him if it becomes hotter than this.” I nodded to agree with him just to ease him off my neck. He proceeded to Emeka’s wing to lay on his bed while I went to mine. Bayo became restless all the while he was chilling out on Emeka’s bed, I could hear him move around. He couldn’t bear it any longer so he came to me. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Nothing.” He replied. “I am fine.” “Sure, you are not.” I said. “You are feeling guilty about Emeka’s death, huh?” He bent his head remorseful and sat on my bed. Bayo was so dejected after telling him what really have been lurking around him. “Bayo are you a cultist?” I boldly asked. He raised his head and gazed at me for some seconds and bowed his head again. I moved closer to him, and raised his head up. “Are you a cult member?” I restated my question. “Banji, It’s a long story.” He said sorrowfully. “Am not in a haste.” I replied. “Perhaps, I just have a lecture and that’s in the afternoon. Speak on.” He paused for some seconds and explained, “It all started when I resumed as a freshman. I really can’t differentiate my right from my left, all seem good to me. I had a ‘rock it all’ mentallity. I guess I interpreted this saying, ‘pass through the school and let the school pass through you’ wrongly. My parents restricted my movements all through when I was in secondary school. I exploded now that I have the opportunity to be far from them. My calamity started when I met Akingbide Sukanmi. He--” “Who is Akingbide Sukanmi?” I interupted quickly. “Oh! Sorry. I mean Strike.” Bayo clarified. “Ok. Now I get. Continue.” He adjusted his sitting position and continued, “I met Strike at the cafeteria. That faithful day, he sat with his cliques, they were all eating on the same table when I entered to eat also. I bought my food and quietly sat at a corner a bit distant from them. I was eating when he ordered his guys to bring me to where they were. I didn’t resist because I wanted to make a whole lot of friends. I sat so comfortable with them. Then, they were all about to leave when Strike gave me an invitation to a club party. I went. It took place that night. While grooving and catching fun, a girl came to me and whispered in my ears to follow her. I couldn’t resist her beauty so I followed. She took me to a small and dark room. I was quite scared so I asked her what’s she up to and she said I should sit while she goes to change in the bathroom. I was so happy thinking she wanted to give it to me free. Unknowing to me, It was a trick to get me to meet Strike. He came out fierce looking with a dagger in his hand. I knew immediately I was in danger. I couldn’t do anything because his gangs came out one after the other to join him. He asked me a question which I quickly gave an answer to because I don’t want to die.” “What question?” “Will you join us?” Bayo replied, “I immediately said yes because I was scared he will kill me if I said no.” “So how where you initiated?” I curiously asked. “It’s so terrible to describe.” He said. “Just go ahead and describe.” I said, acting like a FBI. “They brought human blood in a ” Bang! Bang!! A knock on the door. TO BE CONTINUED... EPISODE 17 We both gazed at each other, overwhelmed with the guilt of my roommates death. I tried to figure out who might be knocking but all effort failed. “Please who is there?” I politely asked. “Is Emeka in?” The unknown person asked. “No, he’s not.” I dismissed the fellow. I was no longer comfortable with Bayo hanging out with me. I am still safe since no one knew about me being present where the gun was shot, I thought. I decided to take actions immediately, separating the cord that glued us together. “Bayo, I want to take my bath now.” I graciously said to discharge him out of my room. “Ok. Don’t stay too longer.” “You are funny” I said and asked, ”how does my bath have to do with you?” “Nothing. I just want us to be together.” I replied and grinned. Giving him a reply would only broaden the conversation and make my intentions known, so I ignored him. I undressed leaving only my pant on. I gazed at Bayo whose neck is tilted at an angle of depression. I tried to ascertain what he was lost looking at by matching his eyeball to the exact direction. I quickly did. I was shocked to find out that he was staring at the shape of the object bulging out of my pant. I swiftly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist to disrupt his disgusting view; ‘I am gay’ isnt written on his forehead. I decided to pick my clothes, my sneaker, my bag and forge out of the room. “Are you going to the bathroom with all those?” He asked with a bewildered look pointing to all I was holding. I looked at all I was holding and replied, “Yes. Any problem? That’s how I do my thing.” I left him wondering. I dropped my clothes, shoe and bag on a bench in front of the bathroom. I picked up a bucket and strolled down stairs to fetch water. I arrived to meet other guys ready to fetch water at the tap. They lined up their buckets like primary school pupils on assembly. My bucket was seventh on the queue and the water was dropping out of the tap like someone crying; too slow. I had no choice than to hang around and wait for my turn to fetch. I decided to join a guy who sat quietly on a short abandoned tank. “I am Banji.” I said, stretching forth my hand for a hand shake. “Buhari.” He replied, accepting my hand shake. “What are those guys arguing about?” I asked, pointing to some guys gathered chatting. “Haven’t you heard?” “Heard what?” I asked. “That some people were killed at Obasanjo hall yesterday.” He replied concerned. “I didnt o.” I lied and asked, “How did it happen?” “I heard it was a guy that shot his roommate. People heard him shoot twice yesterday night.” “I guess he must have been arrested by now, huh?” I cajoled him for more information. “No o! The guy ran away.” He sadly replied. “That guy own don finish because he is already rusticated even before facing the police.” “But we can’t be so sure if he was the one who shot his roommate.” I tried defending Bayo. “Free advice Banji, don’t talk about the case o, else you will implicate yourself.” Buhari adviced. “It’s a murder case and the school won’t take it trivially.” “Ok. I won’t. Thanks bro for the advice.” Buhari stood up, we shook and he went to fix his bucket under the tap, he was next. I kept brooding over what Buhari said for minutes before it got to my turn to fetch water. I fetched and hurried to the bathroom to bath. I dressed up and prepared myself in the bathroom. I tiptoed like a thief towards my room to confirm if Bayo was still present, I peeped through the window and saw him lying on my bed. I quickly retreated, spread my towel on the railing of the corridor and set out. I walked towards the school security office to report the case to them. I wasnt ready to be implicated and thereafter rusticated. I increased my pace every time I remembered Buhari’s advice. Police vans all over the place. I got to the security office seeing a lot of people gathered and scattered in respectively. I was scared, so scared that I thought to myself to go back. How can I go back when am almost an active participant of the crime action? I asked myself. Letting the security men aware of the criminal will keep me on a safe side, I supposed. I moved closer to the building and walked to a man dressed in the school security uniform. “Good morning, Mr Okanlawon.” I greeted. He surprisingly looked at me and asked, “how did you know my name?” “Your name tag Sir.” I replied, pointing to his chest. “Ok. Good morning.” He said and questioned, “what can I do for you?” “I want to see the Chief Security Officer.” I calmly said. “CSO? He is busy, so busy.” He replied. “Perhaps, students arent allowed here by this time.” “Please Sir, It is urgent and very important.” “Ok. What’s you name?” “Banji.” “Wait, am coming.” While I sat under a tree outside the security office waiting for Mr Okanlawon to return, I saw Kofo from afar walking along side with a boy to class. Kofo and the boy were too close to be just friends. I grabbed my phone in a jiffy and dialed her number while I fixed my eyes on her. She answered the call. “Kofo, where are you?” I bossily asked. “I am where I am.” She replied me. “Kofo, I said where are you?” I asked again with a deeper voice. She hung up the call and they both giggled. I guess they were making jest of me. I felt so bad. Should I go after her or should I wait for Mr Okanlawon to return? TO BE CONTINUED
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