My Life In Campus Episode 2

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🧏💞 My Life In Campus Episode Two:

My heart was beating very fast and loud, so
loud that I could hear it. I remained at a
standstill, like the three traditional statue
positioned at Lagos gateway, still holding her
bag with my left hand while my right hand
acted like a car wiper, cleaning the sweat that
covered my face. My brain was thinking of
what to say as she approached where I was,
her sit, with a deadly frown on her face.

“You all better settle down now!” Dr Longe
commanded, “You should have been ready for
my class.”
Nobody messes around with Dr Longe, not
after what he did to Ibrahim, a 400 level
student, last session. It happened that Dr
Longe entered their class and ordered
everyone to be silent, but Ibrahim was busy
conversing with his hausa friend, Ahmad. Dr
Longe again ordered for decorum. The class
became quiet, so quiet to hear a pin drop.

“Kai mutumin nan mai sanko kai kokari ka
samu mataji.” Ibrahim muttered, which means
‘Bald-headed man, kindly get a comb.’
Ahmad chuckled; he quickly concealed the
sound and his teeth from becoming evident
with his left palm. Dr Longe feasted his eyes
on Ibrahim. Ibrahim similarly gazed longingly
at Dr Longe.
“Lai lai ba shaka, zan samu mataji.” Dr Longe
enunciated still fixing his eyes on Ibrahim,
which means ‘Sure, I will definitely get a
comb.’

The whole class was flabbergasted. They never
believed Dr Longe understood hausa,
debatably speaking it because of his chronic
yoruba accent. The class suddenly became
rowdy.
“Who was he talking to?” Some asked nosily,
“What is the meaning of what he said?”
Dr Longe who was dressed in a native attire
with his cap on, with a frown on his face
removed his cap slowly, just to make his bald
head noticeable enough for all to see. His
eyes was still fixed on Ibrahim, who was sitted
shocked at Dr Longe’s response to what he
said.

“Kai! How this man come hear wetin I talk?”
he said to himself, “I no shout na. This man
don dey use juju.”
“Get out!” Dr Longe interrupted his thought,
pointing to the door.
The whole class became more rowdy. Ibrahim
never hesitated, he pick up his bag and
bounced out of the class.
Ibrahim is a living proof that Dr Longe is a
strict man. Afterwards, we learnt a vital lesson
we hardly will forget; never to underestimate
someone’s ability and never to mess with Dr
Longe.

Ibrahim had to take Dr Longe’s course
again because he failed it. Ibrahim explained
all this to me.
I immediately jumped out of Sade’s sit before
she got to me. My heart was still racing while
I hurriedly find my way to my sit. Bayo joined
me immediately with a frown on his face.

“Why were you slow?” He murmured.
I never gave him a response because I had in
me the fear of Dr Longe. I can forfeit 30marks
but not 70marks, was the caution that kept
my lips sealed.
“Why on earth were you slow?” Bayo added
with a pinch on my thigh.
I squeezed my face in pain, my eyes fixed on
Dr Longe and responded quietly “You must be
crazy o!”
“Hey! You! Looking at me, stand up!” Dr Longe
said with a surly look on his face.
My mind, like a bluetooth transfer of a 1kb
file, very quickly recalled Ibrahim’s story.

It
was almost happening just like his.
“Am in for it today” I said to myself, “Omo
Bayo yi ti ko mi si wahala,” which means
‘Bayo, has landed me in trouble.’
I immediately developed goose pimples. My
heart was beating so fast that I began to pray
muted while I was standing waiting to be
sentenced.
“Why are you sitted behind today?” He asked
curiously.
My heart immediately halted its 100metres
race. I let my breath out and instantly became
relaxed like a deflated baloon. I never knew he
has always noticed me sitted in the front row.

“I—I—I fe—felt like sir.” I stuttered, knowing
fully well what transfered me to the back sit;
filching 301.
“Come back to your sit!” He commanded,
pointing to where he frequently sees me.
I swiftly and gladly picked my bag away from
the demon-disguised friend, Bayo, who almost
landed me in trouble.

As soon as I was settled
down, Dr Longe started his lecture. I wasn’t
really interested because my mind was
divided, many things flashing in and out it. I
was thinking about how I foolishly drooled
over my assignment, how I was caught red
handed about to steal Sade’s assignment,
how I won’t even have anything to submit
when asked to, how I would lose 30marks to
carelessness, how I will read hard to pass the
course with 70marks left. I really felt
disappointed with myself.

My attention was called back when Dr Longe’s
phone rang, so unusual. He brought his phone
out and checked it. He tilted his head 85
degrees to the left and thought for some
seconds.
“Sade! Come here!” He said demonstrating
with his index finger.

Strange again. He never gets close to any
student. Everyone was amazed at his sudden
change. Sade got to him in a jiffy. I had the
opportunity to look behind to Bayo and give
him some abusive signs with my hand for his
actions that almost landed me in trouble.
When I returned my head to its position, I saw
Sade pointing at me.

TO Be Continued