My Life In Campus Episode 1
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???????? My Life In Campus Episode One:
It was on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, I sat
down at the quadrangle thinking on how to go
about with Dr Longe’s assignment. Dr Longe
is my literature lecturer. He is bronze in
complexion and diminutive. He is baldheaded
but he wears cap nine times out of ten
because he dresses in ankara (a yoruba native
attire). He lectures the 300 level students.
I have been thinking so deeply for minutes but
the idea was still bleak.
“Eureka!” I shouted on the spur of the
moment.
Everyone around sitted at the quadrangle
looked at me astonished.
“The guy is drunk.” Some shu-shued to
themselves “He is so high on igbo(weed)”
Some chuckled; concealing their mouth with
their hand. I was so engulfed in joy that I
finally got the idea to my assignment, so I
wasn’t really perturbed about their jests.
I rushed to a proximate lecture room to write
down the idea I got. I smirked and
immediately started writing.
After spending days and nights working on Dr
Longe’s assignment, I finally finished. It was
late already for me to proceed back to my hall
of residence so I decided to sleep in the
lecture room where I just completed my
assignment. I layed down on a long bench,
and kept my books on the table in front of me.
I last remembered it was 2:14a.m. before I
dozed off. I didn’t really enjoy my sleep
because, the army of mosquitoes that
attacked me were more or less like the boko-
haram sect in action. They made lot of
annoying sounds that made me slap myself
every single minute. I was so beleaguered by
these vermin so I decided to sit up and
crosscheck my assignment which I wrote in a
foolscap sheet.
While scanning, I fell asleep
again; nature cannot be cheated, so I placed
my ever nodding head to rest on the table. It
was a nice sleep. The mosquitoes have
retreated. I was so comfortable, exchanging
my hands simultaneously from under my
resting head. I began to snore. I snored very
loud, just as loud as a locomotive train. I
disturbed other reading students in the room.
They were all grumbling and mumbling at my
unpleasant sound. No one could dare wake
me up or dare touch me because I look fierce
and huge. The students started leaving the
room because the enviroment was becoming
bright. They all left me still sleeping;
punishment for disturbing them. I was later
tapped by a security personnel. I didn’t really
feel being tapped so I change my sleeping
position.
He has no time for nonsense so he
decided to give me a slap that got my
sleepyhead back on track. I woke up confused.
I was bolted from the blue when I didn’t see
other students in the room. I swiftly wanted to
arrange my books when I noticed my
assignment is gone. I had drooled all over my
assignment paper and my unremitting hand
movement over it made it look like a papier-
mache material.
“Won’t you go to your hall?” the security man
asked with a commanding tone.
I frowned at him with one corner of my left
eye, because my 30marks is just lying useless
in front of me; Dr Longe’s assignment is his
test. The security man respected his old self
and walked away because I could daze him in
a jiffy. I really don’t know what to do at that
very moment.
I don’t have much time to write
another assignment and I can’t afford to
forfeit 30marks, I thought to myself. The best
option was to filch someone’s assignment. It
was already 7:19 a.m. I hurriedly set out for
my hall.
Dr Longe’s lecture is for 8:00a.m. I have less
than an hour to be prepared and get my
filching mission executed. I got to my hall
with the plan of just brushing my teeth and
combing my hair; bathing was never an option
if I really wanted to accomplish all I had in
mind. While I was brushing, I tried all I could
to silence the soft dissenting voice that kept
playing over and over again in my brain.
Although am an exco in my church fellowship,
but never will I let that interfare in my
academics. I will beg for forgiveness afterall, I
smiled as I thought to myself. I set off for my
mission. On my way I diverged to meet Bayo,
my buddy, at the cafeteria whom I explained
my intentions to.
He succumb so easily
because I bought him a bottle of maltina to
step down the beans and bread he was
gobbling. Our plan was well arranged before
we arrived at the lecture room.
It was 7:47a.m. when we entered. Everywhere
was raucous; guys arguing loudly about the
soccer match that was played yesterday, some
girls were jealously gisting about the current
Miss Nigeria; why it should or shouldn’t be
her that won.
Me and Bayo were sitted at the
back of the lecture room looking all around
like primary school pupils attempting to cross
an express road. After meticulously searching
for our prey, we finally found one, Sade. Sade
is a busybody, she was busy jumping from one
gisting group to the other. While she was away
from her sit, Bayo made the move according
to plan.
He went straight to meet Sade to
distract her away from her sitting position
while I ransack her bag for her assignment.
Bayo is a cute guy; girls in my class trips for
him, so that gave him an edge to arrest
Sade’s interest. Oh my! Sade’s bag gave me
arduous time to open. I was so struggling
with the zip of her bag that I obliviously
began to sweat.
The sweat that kept dripping
because of fear of been caught in the act. Zip!
It finally opened. Thank God, I almost said.
Sade was no longer interested in all Bayo
have to say again because Dr Longe would
soon come in. I raised my head to see Bayo
trying his last chance by pulling her back as
she turned to come to her sit. My hand was
shaking while I buried my head back to
continue searching.
Bayo kept trying to ignite
the fire of a romantic gist they were having
while Sade fumed at every bit of it.
“Good Morning Sir!” some students greeted.
I raised my head up quickly only to see Sade
looking at me shocked….
TO Be Continued
