My Life In Campus Episode 9

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🧏💞 My Life In Campus Episode Nine:

Now my heart is almost popping out because I
have a strong belief that it was Emeka. Bayo
moved towards the door to open it but I stood
up as if fire fell on me to hinder him.
“Bayo jo ma si.” I pleaded, which means ‘Bayo
please don’t open it.’
“Why na?” He questioned.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The unknown fellow banged
the door again. Bayo was now suspicious
about the whole thing. Bayo hurried to his
wardrobe to pick a metal black object. I never
knew it was a pistol until he cocked it. I have
never seen a pistol this close in my life,
excluding the ones I stare at with the police.

What’s Bayo doing with a pistol? I questioned
my wobbly mind. I reserve the question for a
later time. I became so relaxed after been
assured of maximum protection.
“Who be that?” Bayo roared.
“Abeg na me.”
“You. Who?”
“Usman.”

Bayo hid the pistol in his pocket after
validating the stranger. Usman is Bayo’s
neighbour. He is so fond of begging, especially
petty things. He is a miser as well. He hardly
can give but receives.
“Usman, wetin happen?” Bayo interrogated.

“Abeg, you get sugar?”
We laughed so loudly when he replied. This
mallam risked his life because of sugar.
“Northerner, so na because of sugar you wan
come break my door?”
“Bayo, abeg no vex.”
“Northerner, I no get sugar.” Bayo dismissed him.

Usman left. Bayo went back to his wardrobe
and hid the gun. I installed my eyes on him all
through. He turned around to notice that I was
interested in knowing about the gun.
“The pistol?” He asked.
“Yes. Tell me.”
“Do you need one?”
“Tell me about the pistol.” I pressured, “I never
asked for one.”

“I got it from …” Bayo was talking.
Bang! Another knock on the door. Now it’s
becoming more scary. I thought I found safety,
but I was wrong; Bayo’s room is worst than
facing Emeka with a cutlass in his hand. I
looked at Bayo who was already looking at
me.

“Who you be?” Bayo yelled.
“Nna Bayo, na me. Chinedu.”
Bayo giggled and said, “Omo Igbo! Iwo ni,”
which means ‘Igbo boy, it’s you.’
Chinedu is Bayo’s roommate. He is a macho
man. He has this scary deep voice like a lion. I
noticed he wasn’t alone outside because I
could hear him converse with someone. Bayo open the door. I was bolted from the blue
when I saw Emeka with Chinedu

I black out immediately. Bayo was still busy
greeting his roommate while me and my
roommate were ready for war. Emeka moved
closer to me. I shifted backwards as he moved
closer and closer. Bayo and Chinedu wondered
what’s going on.
“Wetin dey happen na, Emeka?” Bayo
interrogated.
Emeka deliberately deafened himself to Bayo.

He moved closer to me. Bayo moved closer to
him and pulled him backwards by the
shoulder. Emeka angrily punched him on the
face. Bayo fell down flat on the floor holding
his face with his palm. Chinedu, I guess has
been hinted by Emeka on the current issue
between us. They both walked towards me; it
appeared like a slow motion to me. I had my
heart in my hands already. Their face were
becoming more scarier. Suddenly I had a
feeling that I can actually defeat Emeka but
the feeling died in a jiffy when I saw Chinedu’s muscles.

“Na only you get power abi?” Chinedu said,
hitting his right fist on his left palm.
“The bastard blow blow my jaw commot.”
Emeka furiously added. “Bastard!”
“Emeka, abeg.” I pleaded, almost crying. “It’s
not like that.”
Bang! Bang! Someone knocks at the door.
Emeka and Chinedu turned around distracted.

“Who the hell is that?” Chinedu yelled.
“Na Usman.”
“Mallam wetin you want?”
“Abeg, my garri don finish.”
“Ehn Ehn. Wetin make I do?” Chinedu
attacked. “Commot for there before I descend
on you.”

As Emeka turned around to my direction, I
dazed him with a punch on his face. Chinedu
received his share when he turned around at
the groan of Emeka. Bayo stood up quickly
and it became a battle of two on two. I went
for Emeka, my roommate while Bayo took on
his roommate, Chinedu. I was ready to kill.

I lost all my morals; Daddy and Mummy’s
words of admonition evaporated. My fist were
tight and hard. Emeka showed his local
traditional fighting skill. He cunningly went
beneath me and raised me up like a
tournament trophy. I blew his head rapidly to
change his mind about slamming me on the floor. He slammed my back on the floor, my
spine communicated immediately to my brain.
I couldn’t move. I find it arduous to breathe.

Emeka joined Chinedu to beat already
wounded Bayo. I pretended to be so weak and
helpless; actually I was. Bayo struggled. He
weaved all the punches thrown by these two
monsters. He was beaten all around the room.
He muddled through somehow to his
wardrobe. Emeka kicked me on the face after
he realized I was regaining strength. POW!
Gunshot. Dead silence. Who shot? Who’s the
victim?

TO Be Continued

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

My Life In Campus Episode 7

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I suddenly became cold. The goose bumps
that immediately formed on my body were as
tall as mountain. I wiggled while
contemplating whether to knock the door or
not. I couldn’t resist the horrible Intimate
sound anymore so I decided to knock on the
door. As I was about knocking, it opened. Kofo
came out. I was so tensed, I slapped her
unconsciously. Immediately I did, I felt so
eased like a woman that just delivered a baby.

She held her face in pity, staring at me like a
horror movie. I stood gazing at her also
justifying the slap.
“Baby it’s okay. Awwwww! It’s okay please.”
The strange lady groaned after a long silence.
I felt like taking Kofo’s hand to slap my face
back after hearing that worthless girl
screamed. My patience has landed me into
another trouble. I went slowly on my knees
before Kofo like an innocent pupil, pleading for
my action.

She wanted to talk but nothing
came out of her mouth. She tried holding back
her tears but it failed; tears uncontrollably
trickled down her cheeks. She turned around
and scurried away. I remained on my knees
like a criminal begging for mercy. I cried on
the same spot.

“What have I done?” I angrily asked myself.
“Why? Why? Banji why?”
I guarded up again like a man that I am. I
stood up. Grace, I will beat you and the dog
that has been riding on you since morning, I
said to myself. I rushed inside the room like a
wrestler into a ring. Oops! They both are still
having evening exercise after all that has
happened to me.

They are both under the
blanket, ignorant about my presence. I was so
prepared for Emeka. I was ready to fight. I took my shirt off and rolled my trouser to my
knee. I frowned like a boy that misplaced his
lunch fee. I held the edge of the blanket and
hauled it to reveal their miserable faces.
Emeka turned around almost immediately and
grasp me. I quickly landed a blow on his face
that landed him on the bed. He stood up
swiftly like a soldier and striked his, I weaved
it. I kicked, not intending to hit his stomach
but did.

He fell on the floor and I took
opportunity of that. I sat on him. He
struggled. I struggled. She was so scared of
all the drama we performed, she took to her
heels.
“Grace, I am coming for you oooo!” I shouted
as she was running out of the room. “S–t!”
I dragged my focus back to helpless Emeka. I
punched him again on the face. He
immediately started begging; punch atimes is
a good therapy for madness. I stood off him
and quickly ran after Grace.

I cared less about what people would think of
me dressed like I was. I looked really like a
psycho. My singlet was soaked but not
obvious because it’s quite dark, 7:45pm. I
halted my race and thought of where I could
locate Grace. Alas! It was the fellowship’s
bible study day. I thought to check her there
because she won’t like to miss it, her position
won’t warrant. I was purposely silencing the
still small voice telling me to retreat.

She has
cost me alot already and I can’t let her go just
like that, I assured myself. I ignited my
running engine again because the bible study
was closing by 8:30pm. What a day, I lost alot
today, I kept saying while running. I finally got
to the fellowship. I quickly rolled down my
trouser before entering. I had this ‘I don’t trust
you too’ look on my face when the female
usher was leading me to a seat. As a matter
of fact, I don’t trust anyone again; not after
what Sister Grace did.

I patiently sat down
listening to the almost ending sermon:
“No matter what anyone does to you, try and
forgive. God won’t forgive you if you don’t
forgive your fellow man.” Brother Samuel
preached.
I shrugged off all he was saying. If you are in
my shoes, I swear you won’t preach that
nonsense, I muttered. The fellow that sat
beside me, almost immediately looked at me
disgustingly. I wondered if he heard what I
said or was pissed with the way I was
dressed; singlet and trouser on sandal.

“If you are here and you won’t forgive, then
am sorry to say, God won’t forgive you.”
Brother Samuel preached on.
Now Brother Samuel was getting the worst out
of me by that statement. I felt that Sister
Grace has reported me to him and he was
purposely directing the sermon to me. My
brain was already over heating. I was so vexed
to the extent of reading it all over my face.

Thank goodness, the sermon ended.
“We call on the bible study secetary to please
come out and share the grace for us.” Brother
Samuel obliged.
Now this is where they called for trouble,
Grace should share the grace? I was not going
to allow her do that not after gracing Emeka’s
graceless bed. She boldly strolled out of the
congregation not noticing my presence.

“May the grace of the Lord Jes—s-ss” She was
saying.
“Hey! Please!” I interrupted aloud raising my
hand.
Everybody impulsively gazed at me like a
celebrity. Sister Grace was bolted from the
blue when she saw me. They all wondered
what I wanted to say.
“Ehm— Ehmm– Ehmm” I stuttered.

TO Be Continued

My Life In Campus Episode 6

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She stood in front of her office waiting for me
to come closer to her. I can’t really tell if she
was frowning because her face is naturally
wrinckled. I kept asking my mulish mind
questions as I bounced to meet her. Did she
perceive I called her crazy or bastard? Did she
want to query me for not taking her test? Did
she want to give me a make up test? My mind
kept pumping question in split seconds.

“Good evening Ma.”
“Come inside.” She said, entering inside her
office.
I nervously followed her. I stood before her
desk while she sat on her rocking chair. I
can’t but notice her uncovered grey hair. Mrs
Nwachukwu is quite old, she was in her early
sixties. Her hair alone convicted me; why on
earth should I abuse a woman old enough to be my mother.

“I heard you call someone a bastard some
minutes ago.” She said, interlocking her hands
and rested her chin on it.
“Hmmmmm… Ma! No ma. I was talking to
Bayo.” I stammered as I replied.
She laughed out loud and said “It was not
Bayo my dear. You were apparently refering to
a lady, not a guy.”

I was now so sure she knew I was refering to
her, but I was not ready to let my guard down.
Oyo boys no dey carry last, I said to myself,
no retreat no surrender. I thought rapidly fast
about the response am going to provide her.
My brain got the answer in a jiffy; my brain
and google search engine go head to head.

“Oh ma! I was refering to Sade.” I said, with
my eyes bulging out in confidence.
“Ooook.” She believed. “But next time I musn’t
hear you use foul language again.
Understood?!”
“Yes Ma.” I smiled.
“Good. You may go.”
I retreated immediately from her office. I felt
like fainting when I saw Sade coming.

TO Be Continued

My Life In Campus Episode 4

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I fumed as I waited patiently at the door. The
Intimate sounds that kept coming out of my
room established nasty pictures on my
subliminal mind. I couldn’t tolerate the sound
any longer, I turned around and rested my
arms on the railing of the corridor listening to
music. Why should Kofo break my heart?,
what was my offence?, why did she have to
choose my roommate?, why on earth is she
not in class?, when did she decide to be
wayward?.

These questions kept ringing on my
mind simultaneously. Girls shouldn’t be
allowed in the hall at this time, I guess she
sneaked in, why should she? I thought to
myself. I couldn’t wait to satisfy my
curiousity, so I lividly knocked at the door.
“Onye na-aku aka, na onu uzo nna ya otu
ahau?” Emeka questioned ignorantly, which
means ‘Who is knocking on his father’s door
like that?’
Emeka is my nasty roommate. He is a
casanova, he gallantly gives girls more
attention than his studies; I can forfeit any
examination to be with a lady, he jokingly said
to me one faithful day.

I was left in the dark to figure out the meaning
of what he said. I wished I could understand
and speak Igbo at that very moment. I had no
choice, I knocked again.
“Who’s that na?” He asked disturbed.
“It’s me.” I replied furiously.
“You. Who?”
“Banji!” I answered aggravated.
I am Olabanji Adebanjo, Banji to be concise.
Friends compare me to Hulk Hogan because of
my physique. Short folks tilt their neck at an
angle of elavation just to gaze at me. I get
easily irritated when I don’t have my way.

“Jeeeez! Am coming.” He shockingly replied.
I could easily hear their jumbled movement
trying to put things in order. I had to wait for
some minutes just for him to open the door.
Emeka finally came out with his slacked BYC
singlet on, exhibiting his broad chest like a
table tenis board. I wasn’t surprised that he
was sweating because he must have been
fatigued after the exercise.
“Am sorry Banji.”

He apologized quickly with a
wink.
With a vindictive look I replied almost
immediately, “Be sorry for yourself.”
My brain was as hot as a plugged electric
iron. All I could think of was to go in and
confront my so-called girlfriend. Emeka was
still standing on my way, pleading
continuously.
“I know you are very upset. Very very upset.”
He said with a cloud of pity on his face.
“Why won’t I?” I interrupted harshly. “You are
not a good friend. You are far from being good.”

“I know. I didn’t respond your calls when you
did.”
“Call? Which call?” I asked slightly mystified.
“Yes. I missed two of your calls.”
I was so confused, because I can’t recall when
I dialed his number. I quickly brought out my
mobile to check my recent call log.
Suprisingly, his number appeared as my most
recently dialed contact. I was still shocked,
looking at the log again like an unbelievable
magic. Emeka stood at akimbo, looking at me
thinking deeply on a spot.

I later realised I mistakenly dialed his number instead of
Kofo’s. I had saved Kofo’s number as
‘Emerald’ which came immediately after
‘Emeka’ on my contact list. My impatience
was the sole cause of that mistake.
I was not satisfied, so I proceeded inside the
room to satisfy my curiousity. Our room is a two-man room, big enough to accomodate two
extra individuals.

Emeka decided to demarcate
the room with a big opaque curtain because of his promiscuous activities. I prayed I was wrong about Kofo’s presence in the room. I swung the curtain to the right to expose the stranger’s face for verification. She never noticed I was already in the room, even directly behind her, because she was already sitted facing the wall, pretending to be reading
a magazine. Foolish girl, who do you think you are deceiving, I almost said. I moved closer and tapped her.

She reluctantly turned
around and looked at me. I was bolted from
the blue when I saw who it was. My heart
skipped a beat. I wiped my face with my right
palm, concentrating more on my eyes because
I still can’t believe she is the one am seeing.
She felt mortified burying her head. I stood at
akimbo and nodded in pity.
“Sister Grace! Exco! Church! Haba!” I said,
pronouncing each word with my mouth open
wide like a goalpost.

TO Be Continued