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the preachers son (fortyfive)

YEAR-2007

LOCATION-MAKURDI

CLASS-JSS THREE

 

I was shifted to jss three A this time where i group with some of my main buddies like Judith, Julian the muscle boy, another boy John and lots more.

 

The class was fun because we now had alittle liberty to flog jss2 students and we had a little bit more respect from teachers or so i tot but i was wrong.

 

“Are you mad, this is my seat” we heard a female voice shouted in class that same first day.

 

We turned to see Jamilu; the guy i ran with his Koran, standing and fuming with a fat girl.

 

It seemed that the seat was hers before but Jamilu unkownly sat on it and he is claiming it now.

 

During the first day of school, students usually scamper around looking for seats because it seems angels of darkness usually take the seats to other places for their meeting or so we tot.

 

Rumour had it that big uncle was their chairman sef.so any body that finds a desk usually protect it with his or her life to prevent stories that touch.

 

Jamilu came to class that day and saw a free desk and the young man gratefully claimed it, that was his mistake because the owner was x2 the weight of Jamilu and so if she sat on him am sure he would spill his guts.

 

But Jamilu was forming tall macho dude and refuse to stand up.

 

Before i could say “Jamilu abeg na” he landed the girl a slap that could make hulk hogan go down to his knees.

 

The slap only woke up the sleeping demon in the girl that she gave Jamilu x2 of the slap she refused.

 

They started boxing and karating and i gleefully sneak out to call my man, mr Ephraim.

 

The class was in uproar, while some people were supporting their fighting ministry, others were trying to separate them.

 

“Who is fighting in this class” mr Ephraim’s hardened voice screamed. I perfectly sneaked in without anyone knowing and i sat to watch the award winning drama.

 

The class was in confusion and even the two culprits started shaking their hands and cleaning each other’s clothes but it was too late because Mr Ephraim had seen them already and he called them out.

 

“What happened?” he asked.

 

“Sir nothing” they chorused with us the viewing commitee grinning.

 

“Ok i believe you people were doing nothing but i caught you people acting a movie so i want you guys to act it accordingly again let me watch and if you do one mistake you would recieve three strokes of this cane” he said while waiving his cane, a cane that i have never seen broken before because it seemed it had been constructed specially for students bottoms.

 

The two movie stars were looking at their selves in horror and their faces looked sorrowful, i started enjoying the show alittle.

 

“I said start” Mr Ephraim voice brought them back to reality.

 

Jamilu started with his slap and the girl replied him back while we the audience giggled. But they were not ready to continue again.

 

“Is this all they did?” Mr Ephraim shouted.

 

“No” with my voice screaming the loudest.

 

“Oya lie down” he gave them three fat strokes each and told them to start allover again.

 

He continued like that until they were all sheding crocodies tears, and i suddenly started feeling sorry for them because there was a part of the fight which Jamilu grabbed the girl’s bosoms and he was not willing to grab it again, which made Mr Ephraim flogged them the more.

 

The whole class was quiet and i saw Judith also crying and begging the man. It seems her tears was an elixir because he pitied them and allowed them to go to their seats.

 

He finally warned us to behave ourselves and not fight again. When he left the class captain asked who informed the teacher but no-one responded and that was how that case died.

 

If na so first day of school sweet

, i dont mind staying in jss three for ever or so i tot.

 

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