Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 9

7 years ago

Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 9

A story written by Kingsley (08165723785, chikerelance@ gmail.com)

During my ss2 days, I held the position of the Labour prefect, so I was mandated to roll out punishments to wanting students either those who behaved recklessly, came late to school or was serving punishments from teachers.
I carried out my duties without fear or favor, that was why I was feared by all.
Months later, Time came for Us (the prefects) to handover our responsiblities to junior students as we were preparing for our final examination in the ss3 class.

I was walking along the ss2 corridor one faithful afternoon. The place was a bit deserted due to the fact that a football match was being played in the school field that day, but I chose not to go watch because football was’nt my thing.
Two junior students were sitted on a class window discussing inaudibly. I was suprised when the first student looked towards my direction and began pointing at me, I ignored them as I continued walking when the second student hurriedly came out from the class and began calling me, beckoning on me to come.
‘What nonsense’, I said to myself, A junior student for that matter. I ignored him again as I continued walking, when he saw I wasnt forthcoming, he gave me a chase catching up with me before I left that block.
‘So na you be the Labour prefect wey been dey punish my brother abi?’ He said while I laughed his night school english. He was huge with a deep bass voice, charcoal-like teeth and burnt lips which signified he was a die hard smoker.

‘Which business I get with you?’ I replied him in pidgin while he began laughing.
Before I could say ‘Jack Bauer’, This guy landed a slap on my face. I didnt even start saying ‘Jack’ when I saw myself on the floor. Before I could finish saying ‘Bauer’, All my body ached with blows and punches. He took off with his ‘Brother’ leaving me beaten, ‘Black & Blue’.
I felt like crying that day, the mere thought of what just happened pierced my heart like a needle. A junior student beat a senior student, not just any student but Me, Valentine Mbano, chai I don suffer.

I managed to stand up from the ground, dusting my uniform from dust particles. I was furious and in rage. But come to think of it, if I was to fight that dude again, he would beat me blue black a hundred times.
I made to the school field to join my classmates. Hehehehe, the fool who just beat me up was sitted in the mango tree, innocently watching the footballers. I smiled within me as I went towards his direction. This time I was confident, I knew he didnt dare touch me in the presence of my fellow senior students.
He lifted up his head and saw me coming and then, the inevitable happened.

To Be Continued…