The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 5
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🙎 The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Five: 🤵
During break, two SS3 students came to me. Girls to be precise.
“Good day ma’am” The greeted respectively.
“Yes? Good day…. And who are you?” I asked.
“We are SS3 students Ma” One of the girls said “I am Janny and this is my friend Favour” She added
“Yes?… Anything for me?”
“Ma, please we are sorry to bother you but we are concerned about that boy. He has been crying since you left our class” Favour said
“Please what did you say to him Ma?” Janny intrude.
“Which boy are you talking about?” I pretended not to know.
“The boy you taught financial accounting” Favour answered.
I remembered Godwin said people hardly call him by his name. So I wanted to know if they knew his name.
“Doesn’t the boy have a name?” I asked, staring into their faces.
“Emm… Emm” They thought for a while. I waited, watching them think. Few seconds laters Favour said:
“Aunty, I think his name is Gody.. Goodwill or Godwin”
“You’re not sure” I said and started flipping through my lesson notes, to make up the ones I’m yet to complete.
“No aunty, his name is Godwin Som…. Somo…. Something that started with Som; I can’t really recall the second name” Janny replied.
“So you don’t know your classmate’s name?” I paused and looked at their faces, acting like I was disappointed.
“Not like we don’t know his name Aunty; it skipped our mind” Janny answered.
“Why did his name skip your minds? Is he not a human?”
“It’s not like his not a human aunty…” She paused and murmured “though I’m not really sure” Then she louden her voice again “…just that he’s kinda strange and he doesn’t like talking to anyone”
“So he doesn’t have a close friend? Is that it?”
“Yes he doesn’t have a close friend but he used to have” Favour answered.
“He used to have and what then happened?”
“The boy got missing” Favour said and paused.
“The boy who used to be his friend got missing?
“Yes!”
“How? I don’t understand” I said, staring at their faces, with a quest for more information expressing on my face.
“Aunty let me explain” Janny intrude. “When this Godwin boy newly came to our school, he was acting weird that everybody avoided him. The only person that managed to tolerate and talk to him, was one of our classmate boy named George Solomon. Soon they became close and started going home together. After they left school on a faithful Tuesday, George Solomon got missing”
“Did they leave the school premise before school dismissal?”
“No! The left school after dismissal, when every other students were leaving but coming to school the next day, we heard that George Solomon had gone missing”
“But, did they blame him for the missing boy?”
“No! Nobody blamed him cuz nobody knew what happened. But he was questioned because he was the last person with George and he said they bided goodbye at their usual junction and they both went their separate directions as usual”
“So why are you now asking me why he was crying, since you aren’t his friends”
“Because we are concerned, aunty”
“If you’re concerned, why not go ask him; that way, you become friends with him” I told them.
They made a probability gesture; meaning that, they may go to inquire from him because they were concerned and they may not go because they were scared of him. And then they left.
Few minutes later a boy from SS3 came into JSS 2A class to message his younger brother.
Mind you; I was the form mistress of JSS 2A students, and I had my table and chair at the extreme end of their class so I was seating when those two SS3 girls came and met me and even as this SS3 boy entered.
I called the boy over and he came closer.
“Your classmate Godwin, is he still crying?” I asked.
“Oh the boy you taught financial accounting?” He responded like someone who just recalled.
“Yes! The boy”
“Okay. He hasn’t raised his head since you left so I’m not sure if he’s still crying or not” He answered.
On hearing this, I felt pity for the boy. The ice of disapproval in my heart began to melt. Maybe this boy seriously needs my help; maybe I should help him. I thought to myself.
I stood up to go see Godwin Somadina and ask him what the wish he wanted me to grant him was.
Go ask some teachers about this boy first, before you go to him. At least let them know that he was requesting that you grant him a wish. A voice spoke in me.
I remembered Mrs Ndudirm. She was the teacher that volunteered to put me through on the method of drafting and writing lesson plan and she was the form mistress of SS1 students and her classroom was the next class after my class. She seemed to be nice so I decided to go to her. I entered her class and headed to the corner where her table and chairs like that of an office was positioned. She was sitting, so I walked to her and greeted her.
We got talking and I asked her about Godwin Somadina; if she knew anything about him. She said the only thing she knew about him was that he acts weird oftentimes; like he talks to things only him sees and will begin to cry at some point. Also, he doesn’t talk to anyone. The only person he managed to talk and associate with was Goerge Solomon and he stopped talking entirely after George Solomon went missing.
I told her that he talked to me and he was requesting that I grant him a wish.
Mrs Ndudirm paused and thought for a while, then she said to me:
“That Somadina boy doesn’t talk to anybody and he’s talking to you, a new teacher?”
I said yes.
“And he’s requesting that you grant him a wish?’
“Yes”
“Hmm… This is really strange” She said and paused for a while again
“Well, if your spirit permits you, then listen to him; Hear his request and if it’s what you can do, then do it for him” She said
“…but mind you, his request could be a blessing or a course. So be careful of what you accept to do”
I thanked her and left to see Godwin Somadina. When I entered their class, he was still having his head lowered and his face buried on his desk.
I tapped him softly, calling him “Godwin Somadina… Godwin Somadina” But he refused to raise his head. I guess he didn’t know I was the one calling so I called again “Godwin Somadina!” Yet he didn’t respond. Then I said “… It’s me, Miss Jacinta. I’ve come to grant you your wish”
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He quickly raised his head. His eyes were red and swellon and his face was crumpy; showing that he had cried a lot.
On seeing me, he quickly stood on his feet.
“Oh aunty, you came back for me” He said calmly like someone who had been oppressed, bullied and denied of his right and was waiting on God to intervain. And I pitied him.
He quickly hugged me.
“Thank you for coming back aunty; Thank you so much” He was still hugging me, with the whole of his strength. Tears were rolling from his eyes. I knew he was relieved and felt joy. The tears coming out from his eyes could be tears of joy. I thought to myself.
I allowed him to hug me to his satisfaction. His classmates were all watching us; though the ones that didn’t go on recreation.
When he was satisfied, he let go of me wiping his tears.
“Now, tell me. What is it that you want me to do for you?” I asked him calmly.
He looked around. His classmates were all staring and listening. I felt he wasn’t comfortable with their attention on us and that he needed some privacy.
“Don’t worry, let’s go to a private place” I told him and I headed out first, while he followed.
TO Be Continued…..
