my life on campus EPISODE 68 Anyway, I cared less about how and where she got my name from, not after she had rained abuses on me. I walked to the door, bolted it, then went straight to my bed to snooze before preparing for subsequent exams. I brought out my phone from my pocket, I smiled as I browsed through its application. Suddenly, I remembered my mum, I hadn’t reached her in ages. I jumped up from my bed, went out of the room and without delay headed to get call card. I walked a hastily to the call center, bought the card, which worth one thousand naira, loaded it, then pulled a call through to my mum. Thank God, she answered. “Hello mummy.” I said with a shaky voice. “Mummy, e jor ema binu simi,” which means, ‘Mummy, please don’t be upset with me.’ “Banji, you heard I was in the hospital and you didn’t try to visit me.” She said. “Ha! You disappointed me.” “Mummy, please pardon my stupidity.” I replied and almost prostrated on the road. “It’s a long story ma.” “Ok o.” She said and coughed. “Bawo lara yin?” I asked, which means, ‘How’s your health?’ “I’m fine o, just that I want to see you.” She softly said. “Mummy, I would be through with my exams this week.” I said with a smile on my face. “So, by next week I should be home.” “Ok. How is your exam?” She asked. “Fine ma.” “Ok. Please face your studies o.” “Yes ma.” I replied. “Ok ma, I would call you later. Bye.” “Ok, Bye.” I hung up the call with a merry heart and walked to the cafeteria to eat. The worms in my stomach grumbled as they hadn’t eaten anything since morning, so I had no choice than to feed them. “Rice one fifty, beans fifty, two eggs.” I said to the woman standing behind the coolers of food. “Meat nko?” She asked. “Yes, that one.” I pointed to the pot of stew. “This?” She asked, raising a piece of meat with her long spoon. “No, that meat, that very one staring at me. Yes, you got it, put it.” I said, already salivating. “And please a bottle of maltina.” My filled plate was stretched to me, I paid and went to a solo seat to crunch my meal peacefully. As I gobbled my meal, I saw a folded paper on the table; it was neatly folded, that pushed my curiosity to reach for its content. I opened it with the help of my left hand, which laid idle on the table. Oh! It was the school’s weekly bulletin. The bulletin was current so I guzzled my food as I read through. Abruptly, I chewed slowly, dropped my spoon, then held the paper with my hands. “Adebayo Babashile rusticated. The above mentioned student has been found guilty of the murder crime alleged on him and the school wouldn’t condole any act of indiscipline.” I read out the content of the bulletin. I immediately lost appetite but not to the extent of leaving my maltina untouched, I drank all and left the cafeteria. I buried my head, thinking deeply about Bayo. I landed the poor boy in trouble, he tried defending me but he took it to the extreme. Tears trickled down my cheek as I climbed the stairs to my room. I got to room, bolted the door, laid on my bed and wondered where he would be at the time. “Bayo, I’m sorry.” I remorsefully said. “I’m sincerely sorry. Wish you could hear me.” Afterwards, I wiped my tears and dismissed the feelings. I couldn’t help but to clear my mind of what was and focus on the task that laid ahead. I have two papers tomorrow, I recalled as I reached for my books to read. I laid supine on the bed with my book opened in my hands. I knew it was a bad idea to read that way when I began yawning severally. I tried concentrating but my eyes kept closing, so I sat upright. That didn’t solve the issue, so I decided to engage myself. I stood up from the bed, walked to my wardrobe to get Mr Martin’s business card to call him. I reached for my phone, then dialed his number. He answered. “Hello?” “Hello Sir.” I replied. “It’s me, Banji.” “Oh! Banji, how are you?” “Fine sir.” I said with a big grin on my face. “Hope the exam isn’t tough?” He asked and giggled. I giggled too. “No sir. I prepared very well so it wasn’t.” “Ok, that’s good.” He said. “Is this your number?” “Yes sir.” “Ok, I will save it.” He said. “Hope you’re fine and when are you finishing?” “I’m fine sir.” I replied. “I would be through this week.” “That’s good, so make sure you come over to the house.” He said. “Ok?” “Yes sir.” I said and smiled. “What of Samuel?” “He’s fine. He’s at home.” He replied. “I’m still in the office.” “Ok sir. I just wanted to greet you sir.” I said. “God bless you sir.” “Oh! Thank you so much. Don’t worry, I now have your number so I will call you.” “Thank you sir.” I appreciated. “Bye sir.” “Bye.” I hung up the call. “My life don better!” I shouted, flung my phone on the bed and started dancing to an imaginary beat. I was so exhilarated but the moment was short lived when my phone rang. I answered it. “Hello, meet me unfailingly in my office tomorrow morning.” TO BE CONTINUED. should I stop the story or continue?
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