My Life In Campus Episode 9
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🧏💞 My Life In Campus Episode Nine:
Now my heart is almost popping out because I
have a strong belief that it was Emeka. Bayo
moved towards the door to open it but I stood
up as if fire fell on me to hinder him.
“Bayo jo ma si.” I pleaded, which means ‘Bayo
please don’t open it.’
“Why na?” He questioned.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The unknown fellow banged
the door again. Bayo was now suspicious
about the whole thing. Bayo hurried to his
wardrobe to pick a metal black object. I never
knew it was a pistol until he cocked it. I have
never seen a pistol this close in my life,
excluding the ones I stare at with the police.
What’s Bayo doing with a pistol? I questioned
my wobbly mind. I reserve the question for a
later time. I became so relaxed after been
assured of maximum protection.
“Who be that?” Bayo roared.
“Abeg na me.”
“You. Who?”
“Usman.”
Bayo hid the pistol in his pocket after
validating the stranger. Usman is Bayo’s
neighbour. He is so fond of begging, especially
petty things. He is a miser as well. He hardly
can give but receives.
“Usman, wetin happen?” Bayo interrogated.
“Abeg, you get sugar?”
We laughed so loudly when he replied. This
mallam risked his life because of sugar.
“Northerner, so na because of sugar you wan
come break my door?”
“Bayo, abeg no vex.”
“Northerner, I no get sugar.” Bayo dismissed him.
Usman left. Bayo went back to his wardrobe
and hid the gun. I installed my eyes on him all
through. He turned around to notice that I was
interested in knowing about the gun.
“The pistol?” He asked.
“Yes. Tell me.”
“Do you need one?”
“Tell me about the pistol.” I pressured, “I never
asked for one.”
“I got it from …” Bayo was talking.
Bang! Another knock on the door. Now it’s
becoming more scary. I thought I found safety,
but I was wrong; Bayo’s room is worst than
facing Emeka with a cutlass in his hand. I
looked at Bayo who was already looking at
me.
“Who you be?” Bayo yelled.
“Nna Bayo, na me. Chinedu.”
Bayo giggled and said, “Omo Igbo! Iwo ni,”
which means ‘Igbo boy, it’s you.’
Chinedu is Bayo’s roommate. He is a macho
man. He has this scary deep voice like a lion. I
noticed he wasn’t alone outside because I
could hear him converse with someone. Bayo open the door. I was bolted from the blue
when I saw Emeka with Chinedu
I black out immediately. Bayo was still busy
greeting his roommate while me and my
roommate were ready for war. Emeka moved
closer to me. I shifted backwards as he moved
closer and closer. Bayo and Chinedu wondered
what’s going on.
“Wetin dey happen na, Emeka?” Bayo
interrogated.
Emeka deliberately deafened himself to Bayo.
He moved closer to me. Bayo moved closer to
him and pulled him backwards by the
shoulder. Emeka angrily punched him on the
face. Bayo fell down flat on the floor holding
his face with his palm. Chinedu, I guess has
been hinted by Emeka on the current issue
between us. They both walked towards me; it
appeared like a slow motion to me. I had my
heart in my hands already. Their face were
becoming more scarier. Suddenly I had a
feeling that I can actually defeat Emeka but
the feeling died in a jiffy when I saw Chinedu’s muscles.
“Na only you get power abi?” Chinedu said,
hitting his right fist on his left palm.
“The bastard blow blow my jaw commot.”
Emeka furiously added. “Bastard!”
“Emeka, abeg.” I pleaded, almost crying. “It’s
not like that.”
Bang! Bang! Someone knocks at the door.
Emeka and Chinedu turned around distracted.
“Who the hell is that?” Chinedu yelled.
“Na Usman.”
“Mallam wetin you want?”
“Abeg, my garri don finish.”
“Ehn Ehn. Wetin make I do?” Chinedu
attacked. “Commot for there before I descend
on you.”
As Emeka turned around to my direction, I
dazed him with a punch on his face. Chinedu
received his share when he turned around at
the groan of Emeka. Bayo stood up quickly
and it became a battle of two on two. I went
for Emeka, my roommate while Bayo took on
his roommate, Chinedu. I was ready to kill.
I lost all my morals; Daddy and Mummy’s
words of admonition evaporated. My fist were
tight and hard. Emeka showed his local
traditional fighting skill. He cunningly went
beneath me and raised me up like a
tournament trophy. I blew his head rapidly to
change his mind about slamming me on the floor. He slammed my back on the floor, my
spine communicated immediately to my brain.
I couldn’t move. I find it arduous to breathe.
Emeka joined Chinedu to beat already
wounded Bayo. I pretended to be so weak and
helpless; actually I was. Bayo struggled. He
weaved all the punches thrown by these two
monsters. He was beaten all around the room.
He muddled through somehow to his
wardrobe. Emeka kicked me on the face after
he realized I was regaining strength. POW!
Gunshot. Dead silence. Who shot? Who’s the
victim?
TO Be Continued
