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the preachers son (fifty)

“Omoh na mental case

start to the crase

kpomo go dance awilo

kolomental”.

Was the track by faze that kept running through my small mind when the librarian announced that Judith was pregnant and that she was suspended indefinetly.

They whole class were saying, ‘chai, nawao, so na like this we go dey dey, eya sorry for her life’ like it was the first time they have been hearing about pregnancy news.

I sat quietly because my head was empty of ideas until that small man with two horns and ugly face;> walked into my head and said ‘o boy, how you dey na’.

“Bros see as you don put me for wahala” i screamed back in my head.

“But no be my fault na, abi you no been dey enjoy am”

“I dey enjoy am but my papa go disown me now, remember say he told me that if i pregnant girl i go pack comot from him house”

“Guy bone that one, here na wetin you go do, just tell them say no be you, abi you don reach to pregnant woman”

“Na true o, i never reach na, if not Tolu for don get belly since”.

“Bros see Judith don dey come, make i run go decieve some other folks” and the bastard left my head.

Judith was coming back to the class with my two arch-enemies. Mr boko and Mr Sikiru and the only thing in my mind was ‘them don come carry you expel’.

I started casting every power of evil on my life until they all came inside.

“Where is it” uncle boko shouted.

“No be me o” i screamed while they whole class looked at me in amusement.

“No be you do wetin?” uncle boko fired back and i suddenly realised they were looking for Judith seat which happened to be mine.

“No be me be the monitor sir” i said while the whole class busted in laughter.

Judith came to pack her books and she embraced me and said i would miss you.

But what i heard in my head was ‘Bros prepare o, i dey come do traditional marriage.

She left and about a week later a classmate of ours said she was staying with the boy that pregnanted her, and that she was looking shabby and poorly dressed.

I was happy and sad about the news i heard, happy in the sense that i was not the father nor would i be doing traditional marriage soon but also sad that she never told me she had a guy, i was feeling betrayed the same way i also betrayed Mercy.

So that was how a girl who comforted me when i was flogged, bought me things when i needed help and even taught me about sexuality had to end up in a pre-matured marriage with a guy who never cared about her.

A girl who had high hops for the future but never got the chance to make it through, not even able to write JSCE with us.

It was such a pity and i learnt what pre-marital sex could do and for the second time in jss3 i promise myself never to be involved in intimacy again, a promise i never kept.

After Judith left and life became unbearable i had to swallow my pride and go to beg Mercy because i had become like a play boy who relied on girls for everything, then the money i was given by my dad could only buy groundnut.

I went to Mercy’s class and begged the babe and after small shakara she agreed and i almost shouted ‘hell yeah’ but i controlled my mouth and just grinned widely.

My money producing machine was back, or atleast half of it though, atleast half bread is better than non.

My only problem was that junior waec was around the corner but i had not started reading anything yet, i was all about, eating girls money, gisting with friends and football.

I had totally forgot about Tolu since Judith accident and i gradualy began to hate her, in my mind i was really keeping my promise to stay away from sex.

Tolu’s dad later retired and he relocated to Ibadan, that fateful day, Tolu tried everymeans to take a picture with me but i refused, i dodge her while she snapped with other teachers in church and children but my foolish mind was not allowing me to do anything.

never missed her until she left and then i realised that everyone had a place in your heart whether good or bad, its just left for you to decide where to place them.

I wished God would give that girl and i a second chance to make it right(i recently saw the picture she took before leaving markudi when i went for a visit there in one of my former sunday school teacher’s house. The guilt i felt almost brought tears to my eyes.)
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“On monday is junior waec so go and check the time table and prepare” we were told in assembly that day and my mind went into collabo.

I have not read anything yet.

That night i started jacking like a mad man, the jacking that almost made me become truly mad through the sickness called yellow fever/exam sickness.

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