-My Life On Campus

Must Read: My Life On Campus… Part 30

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I reluctantly brought out the phone from my pocket and dropped it on the CSO’s table without been instructed. They all nauseatingly looked at me as a murderer. Tears uncontrollably rolled down my puffy cheeks. I kept my eyes fixed on the CSO, who looked at me with unmitigated pity.
“Sir, I can explain.” I softly said, with tears flowing from my eyes into my mouth.
“You don’t have to explain. It shows to me you are the one behind the whole thing.” The CSO said.
“Sir, I swear I didn’t kill Emeka.”
“He did, Sir!” Bayo interrupted.
“Mr Man, shut your mouth before I seal it up permanently.” The CSO warned Bayo.
“Are you mad?! Chief is talking and you are talking. silly boy!” Mr Okanlawon yelled at Bayo, not for any reason but for him to find favour before the CSO when promotion attestation comes up.
“This Emeka of a boy is a crook himself. Why on earth would he fill in his number in the place if his parents? Nawa for you this students o. But still, what are you doing with Emeka’s phone? Ehn Banji?” The CSO said, moving his eyes from one person to another and finally stopped at me.
“Sir, Emeka was my roommate. After his death, I found his phone in the room and I helped to keep it.” I explained.
“Flimsy!” The CSO shouted and added, “I’m calling your father.”
My Father? Oh My God! My Father? Baba Banji! No No No, he’s going to die if hears am involved in a murder case, I screamed out loud within. I was completely bewildered, my pulse rose above one hundred beat per minute, I became suddenly cold, shivering like a chicken beaten by the rain, all because my father was about to informed.
My Father, pointing to a dwarf stool close to were he sat said, “Banji, Omo mi, jo ko,” which means, ‘Banji, My son, sit down.’
I gladly obeyed. I wondered why he called me, so I was anxious to hear all he had to say. It was pretty late at night, the time secrets are best discussed; married couples do that a whole lot.
“Banji, what am about to tell you, tell no one not even your mother.” He said.
“Ok Sir.” I temporarily agreed.
“I’m only telling you this because you have come of age and you can handle issues yourself.”
“Yes Daddy. I can handle any issue.” I affirmed, feeling like a grown-up.
“You are our only child but you are not the only one we gave birth to.” He proceeded.
“Sir?” I asked, confused.
“Yes, you are not. Before you were born, me and your mother had three children but then we were in the village. You should have two elder brothers and a sister now but death snatched them away from us.”
“Oh my Jesus!” I screamed, placing my hands on my head with my mouth opened wide.
My Father quickly cautioned me not to shout again and continued, “Yes, they all died. Bose, Taiwo and Kehinde were all swept away by death. Then, they were all still small, three years, two years and two years old respectively. Taiwo and Kehinde were twins. Your mother and I were notable traders in the village, our crops were big and cheap for all to buy. That very bitter day, I and your mother made, in fact, I made a silly mistake to have locked the children inside the house. Your mother had already gone to the market and I was left behind with the kids. I locked them indoor when I left for the farm to harvest some crops. I did that because I don’t want them mingling with unwanted friends, they were still small and can be easily influenced. I returned to meet the house burnt. People had gathered around, crying and screaming. I heard your mother’s voice coming out from the crowd and I moved closer. I moved closer to your mother, she locked my shirt and was shouting, ‘my children, my children.’ I couldn’t cry but I was dying inside. I couldn’t imagine, that all I had just wiped out in a minute. Your mother and I are suffering from myocardial infarction presently.”
“Myo-what infection?!” I surprisingly asked.
“It’s myocardial infarction, also known as heart attack.”
“Jesus!” I shouted again.
“Shush!” My Father cautioned me quickly and added, “Don’t worry, we are handling it has the doctor instructed us. We are fine.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I asked, “when did you relocate to the city?”
“We left a week after the incident. Your mother had to be transferred from the village hospital to the city because of her countless fainting. We managed to get a single room apartment to stay until she was sound enough. I handled mine like a man and after we were a little sound we moved to this place. The doctor had warned us not to undergo any stress at all. That’s why I and your mother chose to have only you. So, you not having other siblings is because of our state of health and nothing else. We believe just a child would give us peace of mind, and that child is you.” He said, patting my head with a smile.
“I promise to make and keep you happy always.” I said with a smile on my face too.
I couldn’t help but remember all my father told me then. I have failed my father and my mother, I thought to myself with tears rolling down from my eyes like a running tap. My father would be badly affected if the CSO told him all I was into.
“Sir please don’t call my father, Please Sir. I am innocent.” I pleaded, crying like a baby.
The CSO hissed and said, “If I don’t call your father, who should I call? My father? Goat!”
I was so pained, my heart was bleeding, I know because I could feel it, I kept crying but that didn’t open the door to the CSO’s empathy. I cried out loud with mucus dropping out thick from my nostrils when I saw the CSO dial a number.


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