My Life In Campus Episode 5
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🧏💞 My Life In Campus Episode Five:
I quickly covered my mouth with my palms to
prevent me from saying anything nasty to her.
I respected the fact that am not in the right
position to chastise her, because she is the
bible study secetary in my church fellowship.
Her head was still bowed in shame, I knew she
was suffering from the shock of been caught in
the act.
She sniffled time after time, sending a
signal that she was weeping. I am so
emotional; easily touched by the tears of
people especially the ladies. I moved closer to
her, knelt down in front of her, grabbed her
head gently, and raised it up. I wondered if
raising her head or kneeling before her was
the reason for another set of tears. Her eyes
were already cherry red due to her ceaseless
tears. I tried all I could to dent the down pour
of her tears but to no avail.
“Sister Grace, Sister Grace, please stop crying.”
I said, wiping her cheeks with my
handkerchief.
She sniffled and ultimately stopped crying. I
was quite ecstatic at that very moment for
several reasons; sister Grace who finally
halted her showers of tears and the most
intriguing one, the fabrication of my thought
about Kofo’s presence in my room. Emeka
stood at a vantage point in the room stumped
at the drama we both displayed. I furiously
glanced at him while patting her back to
reduce the shock.
“Banji, what’s wrong?” Emeka asked, “you
know Grace?”
“You dey mad!” I stood up and replied angrily.
“Me? Sey wetin?”
I moved closer and shoved him against the
wall, installing my raged eyes on him.
“Would you get your hands off me before I get
mad at you!” He commanded with his eyes
bulging out like that of a drangonfly.
Banji, repect your old age and let him go else
you’ll cruise around the week with a black eye,
I quickily thought to myself. I gradually
released my hands off him because I was
quite scared of him. I shifted my attention
away from him to Sister Grace who was down
in the dumps.
“Sister Grace, kindly come to my bed space.” I
said, helping her up from Emeka’s chair.
Emeka must have really dealt with her
because I wondered why she was walking like
an aged woman with an invisible walking
stick. Emeka muttered some abusive words
while we walked by him, I could barely hear
them. She sat on my bed while I sat on a
wooden box beside it. I once again calmed her
down before persuading her to talk. I trimmed
down the sound of my voice because of
Emeka’s snoopy ears.
“Talk to me, what’s between you and Emeka?”
I asked, pointing at where Emeka was.
She burst into tears again. I suddenly got
pissed, but it got me wondering what really
transpired between these two folks. I really
wanted to know the secret behind her tears.
But Sister Grace, you enjoyed the whole
moment he was on you, I said to myself. I
allowed my tender heart to reign by pampering
her once again; I really don’t have that time,
I’m only doing that to find out the truth. I
wheedled her to vomit every truth residing in
her belly.
She was about talking when my cell
phone rang. Why was Bayo calling? I paused
and asked myself. I missed his call as I was
about answering it. Bayo called again, now
it’s totally bizarre; Bayo hardly ever calls nor
send text messages. I picked up the call and
hung up in less than five seconds; ten
seconds would be close to the truth.
I became uneasy thereafter the call. I was
completely bewildered, it all seem my day was
deteriorating instead of getting better. I hastily
picked up my bag and ran out of the room like
a thief about to be caught.
I never gave a bit
of attention to sister Grace who was surprised
about my sudden change and exit out of the
room. I made use of my elongated legs,
running very fast, faster than the speed of
light to my department. While running, my
sandal suddenly dissevered, reducing my pace.
The devil is a liar, I assured myself; the devil
is always blamed for all faults, even delibrate
ones. I finally arrived at my department but
belated.
My course mates were already
coming out of the lecture room. Some were
smiling, while some knitted their brows. They
had a test. I was completely perplexed, I felt
like going offline in the real sense of life. I
approached Bayo, who was also frowning out
of the class.
“O boy! How was the test?” I curiously asked.
“That woman na !” Bayo replied, “I swear
she’s mad.”
“Wetin happen? How the questions be like?”
“She no teach us anything and yet she sets
crazy questions.”
I was quite happy that not only Bayo was
frowning but some few other students. She
might give us another test if students didn’t
perform well, I hoped. We took off walking on
the veranda of the department to our halls.
“Mrs Nwachukwu, na craze person.” I yelled,
“How many times has she lectured us?”
“I wonder too.” Bayo affirmed.
“She is a bastard!” I yelled again.
Almost getting to the end of the veranda, we
heard a creaky sound; it was an office door.
“Banji!”
We paused, I turned around to find out who
called me. Lo and behold, it was Mrs
Nwachukwu.
TO BE CONTINUED
