-My Life On Campus

Must Read: My Life On Campus… Part 28

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It was Kelvin, my course mate and also my class representative.
Kelvin banged on my door and shouted through the window when he heard no response, “Banji! Banji! O boy Dr Longe asked me to inform you to see him by eight thirty this morning o.”
I regretted not closing my window to signal I wasn’t available to visitors. I was totally exasperated I didn’t shoot Bayo in my dream. I was ready to blow his skull off. I hated myself for not pulling the trigger early enough before Kelvin saved Bayo, but I hated Kelvin more for that singular act. I hated Kelvin even more with the weird message he gave me early that morning. Dr Longe wants to see me? That’s bad news, I said to myself. Then I was scared that my day would go worst than ever because of the very first news I heard. I got on my knees to pray before setting out for the day. I was so lazy that morning to take my bath, so I just brushed my teeth, washed my face, dressed up and sprayed some perfume to dent any escaping odour.
“Hey! I am seeing Grace today O.” I said, nodding my head with a grin.
I arranged Emeka’s bed and turned on his phone. Grace had already sent a message to Emeka’s phone, the message could have delivered yesterday night but it was switched off. She expressed her longing love for Emeka in the text message.
“I can’t wait for you to make me feel like a woman again tomorrow. You just know how to treat me right. Tomorrow is just too far for me to wait for your touch.” I read out loud part of the content of the text message with a disgusting look.
I couldn’t read out some of the contents of the text message because of its unscrupulous meaning. The text message proved to me that Emeka had been Grace’s extramural instructor, helping her solve issues she can’t handle herself, even if she tries.
I hissed, kept the phone in my pocket and forged out. It was 8:23 a.m. already and Dr Longe doesn’t condole lateness for any appointment he fixes, so I hastened up to the department. Why does Dr Longe want to see me? Did I fail any course last semester? Maybe because I didn’t submit my assignment? I kept asking myself as I walked along. I saw a sharp nail on the floor, I picked it up for self defense whether or not I see Bayo. I arrived the department to see Dr Longe’s car at the parking lot. Dr Longe had been criticized severally by students over his old blue Peugeot 404. The car could directly be compared with a locomotive train. The car needed to go on an eternal leave because it had really suffered. The car rarely starts on its own, students were the emergency engine to get the car started; the car was name ‘a hundred meters push to start vehicle’ by students.
Eyes away from Dr Longe’s car, I strolled into his office to meet the shock of the day, Adebayo Babashile. Dr Longe had his full attention so Bayo couldn’t see me just yet. Did Dr Longe know about the whole murder case? Why did he have to call me and Bayo to his office? I questioned my troubled mind. I composed myself, braved up like a lion and waited for Dr Longe to dismiss him. I was so ready to fight, not even after having a dream that he killed my parent. Kelvin, Strike or your black mambas’ crew won’t save you this time around, I almost said. Dr Longe finally released Bayo, who turned around and met his worst fear, me. He came closer to me and we faced off like two challenging professional boxers.
Dr Longe, seated on his rocking chair angrily said, “Ori yin buru ni?” which means, ‘Are you guys mad?’
“I am sorry Sir.” We fearfully said simultaneously.
Bayo departed, leaving me with frowning Dr Longe. I was scared when he gazed at me for some seconds without saying a word.
“Did you submit my assignment?” He asked.
“Hmm-mm-mm. Sir?” I pretended not to hear him well.
He squeezed his face the more in anger and repeated, “Did you submit my assignment?”
I couldn’t play around again with him else it’s a carry over, I quickly replied, “No Sir!”
“You haven’t submitted and you are here fooling around, wanting to fight in my presence.”
“No Sir! Please Sir! Am not fighting Sir. We were just saying hi.” I fearfully replied.
“So, in your village facing each other with a frown is your mode of greeting?”
“No Sir!”
“In fact get out of my office. You don’t deserve to be helped.” He angrily said.
I quickly prostrated like a typical yoruba boy that I am and pleaded, “Please Sir. Pardon my stupidity. I won’t do that again in the name of Jesus.”
“I thought you were a serious student and I wondered why your assignment wasn’t here, on my table!” He yelled, banging his table with his hand severally while he spoke.
I gave a crocodile tears to appease his angry gods and pleaded again, “E jor Sir! E jor!” which means, “Please Sir! Please!”
“You have derailed drastically. You were one of the brilliant student in your hundred level! But now, where are you? Nowhere” He yelled.
“Sir, I promise to change henceforth. Sir please pardon me.”
“Stand up and go. I will think about it.” He dismissed me.
I still remained prostrated, “Thank you Sir!”
“I said go!”
“Thank you Sir.” I said and left his office.
I was rejoicing to have convinced Dr Longe to give me another chance to earn my thirty marks but the joy was short lived when I stepped out of his office. Bayo waited by Dr Longe’s door for me to exit. I came out to receive a punch on my face. I was bitterly angry, so I paid back with the same coin. We both sparred for some minutes after I took charge of the fight. Students, who saw us from afar ran with their mouth filled with noise, came to separate us.
“I will just kill you for nothing.” I said, after I was dragged away from Bayo.
I never noticed the rapt silence of the students. I still wanted to bleed Bayo’s mouth and nose the more but this person held my shirt back from going to fight.
“You dey mad ni? Leave my shirt jor!” I yelled and struggled.
I forcefully turned around to look at Bayo’s saviour, who had been holding my shirt all the while. I felt doomed to see the tip of my shirt wrapped around Dr Longe’s hand.


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