as that master isiaka caught me, he made me kneel down in the front of the class till his period is over… he then tell me to come meet him in the staff room after braging that he knows my face… but like sexytemi and cherrybrown, this is not my real face o….
Teacher 1: where is the phone?
Student: I didn’t bring any phone to school ma.
Another teacher the bang the cain on the student’s head, its like you need a thorough beating before you’ll say the truth, a teacher said.
I wanted to run back but some teachers already noticed my presence at the staffroom’s entrance. I entered the dreadful staff-room looking scared and confused.
Thanks to my head, master Isiaka wasn’t in the staff room but as I was about to ran out of the room a teacher, the yoruba tutor shouted.
Y. Teacher: hey iwo, kilofe?(You, what do u want?)
I was happy because it was the language I love to speak that they used in questioning me.
Me: master isiaka lo so pe kin wa ri awon, igbati won de si ni ibi, ni mo fi fe pada
(master isiaka said I should come and see him, since he isn’t around I have to go back)
Y. Teacher: ese wo lo se ti o fi ni ki owa, kawa sare da sheria fun e?
(What offence have you committed for him to have made you come here so as for us to punish you?)
Me: omo daadaa ni mi, mi n ki fa ijongbon ma
(I’m a well behaved student ma)
Y. Teacher: you can go.
Me: eshey oluko (thanks ma’am)
I ran out of the room to class, fortunately and unfortunately they started another class already. I entered the class through the back because those teachers are crazy, they can send student out like they are not collecting salary and that the teachings are for free.
Luckily for me, I made it to my seat without the teacher suspecting.
After all school activities that day, some day students moved home while some moved to the field to play football. We hostelites moved to the hostel to change into our house-wear then to the dining to eat and straight outta the dining hall to the play ground.I was in the middle of play when a thought swiftly ran into my brain, dammy’s thought. I then started searching everywhere for my friend but when I saw him, he was in the middle of trouble.
He knelt down in front of some seniors looking fearfully with the belt they held in their hands, I was like ‘wetin my friend do wey dey make em seniors wan kill am?’
I then summoned the courageous beast in me to set off in meeting with the agile seniors with devilish smiles on their faces.
Me: excuse me sir
Senior1: wetin dey hausa?
I hate it when people call me hausa, I overheard it from some people that I look like hausas and dress like them.
Me: fawaz na my name, no be hausa.
Senior1: abi were leleyi ni, oya Hausa come here.
Me: (moved towards them so as to avoid trouble) fawaz be my name o senior, I no like that hausa thing o.
Senior2: it seems them don dey blend you, them don dey gather courage for your chest. Oya, kneel down beside this fool.
Me: me I no do anything na. Why I go kneel down?
Senior3: you dey craze (he then stretched his hand forward in an attemt to slap me which I guarded)
Me: senior! ah! ah! ah! ewa! ah!
Senior1: were leleyi o. Shey pesin com call you make you com chop beatings for here? Na who call you?
Me: abeg na, sheybi na master wey say make I come call this guy (pointing to my friend)
Senior2: u dey craze, which master?
Me: mr bolarinwa
Senior1: ehn ehn! Hey u fool, dey go and make sure u come back and finish your punishment wen you finish for his side.
I already know that no senior can beat my lies when master bolarinwa is inclusive.
I then ran with my friend toward the school I which leads to Mr. Bolarinwa’s place where we later ran inside a class inside the school one when I told my friend it was a lie that I use that to save him.
As we sat down in the class we ran into, we saw a snake.