My Life In Campus Episode 8
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🧏💞 My Life In Campus Episode Eight:
The whole congregation started grumbling. He
needs deliverance some said. I wondered what
kept my mouth sealed at that moment. Some
ushers quickly arrived where I was sitted,
directing me to a corner. I was asked to sit
down, waiting for the fellowship president to
pray for me. I smiled within and asked myself
if I really needed to be delivered. The
fellowship ended and the congregation
dispersed. Brother Samuel, the fellowship
president and Sister Grace came to where I
was sitted.
“Brother Banji, what has come over you?”
Brother Samuel asked.
That question pumped out the whole
annoyance inside of me. I wouldn’t have been
vexed if the question came from another
person entirely. Brother Samuel, I know from
my day one in the school. We both met at the
school’s admission office to fill some
documents. He’s quite cute but very slim. His
english intonation sounds foreign and that he
used as an opportunity to coax ladies to
himself. He loves girls, but am not sure about
now.
I laughed and said, “ask Sister Grace.”
Sister Grace instantly was stunned. They all
looked at themselves amazed. My eyes was
fixed on fidgeting Sister Grace. She summoned
courage to ask me how she happen to be the
cause.
“Should I talk?” I asked her.
“Please wait!” She intercepted.
She whispered to Brother Samuel. I was so
ready to expose her since she has the
effrontery to talk back at me.
“Please ushers, you may go.” Brother Samuel
said.
They wanted to shade it away from the
ushers. The two ushers excused, leaving
Brother Samuel and Grace with me.
“Now Brother Banji, what did Sister Grace do?”
Brother Samuel urged me.
I peeked at Grace before saying anything. She
looked remorseful like a hungry refugee. I
battled within the second whether to expose
her or not.
“Am sorry to say, Sister Grace fo—o—orn fooor
—orrnnn.” I faltered.
Grace turned around covering her face with
her both palm in shame before I could
complete my word.
“Forn what?” Brother Samuel persuaded me to
open up.
“Functionally came to my hall without stoping
by my room.” I lied.
She immediately turned around again in joy.
She smiled so brightly like the winner of a
reality show.
“Is that why you wanted to interrupt the bible
study?” He asked.
“Don’t mind him Brother Samuel, I know how
he feels.” She quickly cut in with a fake smile.
“Brother Banji am sorry about that.”
“No problem. Can I go now?” I said, though
not satisfied.
“Yes.” They both replied.
What they both will discuss after then was not
my business. I still had it in mind to deal with
Grace but I decided to take it cool. I left quite
relieved. Should I now go to Kofo’s hall or
proceed to my hall, was the only issue on my
mind. I checked my time to discover it was
already 9:19pm. It was late to visit her so I
decided to call. I dialed.
“Banji! Banji! I swear no come back here o!”
Emeka’s voice protruded out of the phone
speaker. “I promise to kill you.”
I was shocked. I immediately hung up the call.
I checked the contact I dialed. Oh no! I made
the same mistake again. I dialed ‘Emeka’
instead of ‘Emerald’. Now that Emeka had
revealed his intention, the mistake helped. I
prepared my strategy. I carefully dialed Kofo
afterwards. I dialed.
“Never in your life dial this number again!” A
voice responded and hung up.
I definitely knew it was not Kofo that said all
that, because am so acquainted with her voice
that I can’t mistake it for any. Who could that
be? I thought to myself. I paid no heed to that
so I concentrated on my room mate’s threat.
Is his threat an empty one or not? I asked
myself. I shrugged off and forged ahead to my
hall. Everywhere was almost quiet, less
movement around. I became so vigilant now
that I arrive my hall because Emeka could be
lurking around the corner. I was tip toeing like
a cartoon character, Tom, who’s about to
catch Jerry. Oops! I saw Emeka from afar
resting his arms on the railing of the corridor
in front of our room. He was holding a bottle.
I was so sure that the bottle was meant for
my skul so I came to a decision to go to sleep
in Bayo’s room. I hastened my steps but it
became obvious to restless Emeka.
“Banji, your father! I swear I will catch you
today” Emeka shouted from upstairs, running
downstairs.
I took to my heels like never before. I was not
ready to die. I ran as fast as I could towards
Bayo’s hall. Emeka is another fast runner I
know after Usain Bolt. The fear of him catching
up to me was what converted my legs to
michelin tire. I ran. I got to Bayo’s room. I
banged his door so loud that even a dead
creature would hear. He opened the door
slightly to peep at the nuisance banging his
door. I noticed it, so I quickly forced it open. I
hurried him to bolt the door. I was panting so
loudly with my mouth wide open. Bayo stood
looking at me scattered on the floor.
“Banji, wetin happen na?” Bayo questioned,
“why you dey run by this time.”
“Bayo. Bayo. Bayo.” I kept saying still
breathing very loud.
“Talk jor!”
“Emeka. Emeka. Emeka Ooooo.”
“Wetin do Emeka?”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone banging on
Bayo’s door.
TO Be Continued
