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    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
    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.

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    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
    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
    “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
    “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
    “Why are you sitted behind today?” He asked
    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
    “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.

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    I began to twitch immediately like someone
    afraid of been tested positive in an HIV test.
    All that flashed my mind was the moment I
    wanted to pinch Sade’s assignment. My
    jerking was becoming obvious so I decided to
    recover myself. Sade kept discussing with Dr
    Longe while the class gets more rowdy. I
    buried my head pending the time the class
    comes to its normal state.
    “Why me?” I questioned myself, “What have I
    done wrong? Things are not the same again,
    “Quiet!” Dr Longe suddenly ordered the whole
    I swiftly raised my head up just to see Sade
    back to her sit. Why then did she point at me,
    I wondered again. I shrugged and purposely
    cared less about all that happened.
    “You all should submit your assignment to the
    class rep.” Dr Longe said walking out of the
    class, “See you next week.”
    Sade hurried after Dr Longe as he exited the
    class. My heart kept skipping, thinking she
    was going to report me to him. I quickly joined
    them out of confidence or fear; not sure which
    was operating on me at the time. They both
    were already talking before I got there.
    “Ehm—Eh—Ehm Sir, I didn’t take it.” I
    interjected ignorantly.
    “Take what?” Dr Longe asked with a
    disgusting look on his face. “How is what we
    are saying your business?”
    I kept quiet immediately. I looked like a
    chump, transfering my left hand behind and
    scratching my head with my right, patiently
    listening to what Sade was saying.
    “Sir, my assignment is not here with me.”
    Sade continued, “I forgot it in my hall.”
    I hysterically had an inane look on my face.
    What! so all the while, Sade’s assignment
    wasn’t in her bag, I almost said. I succeeded
    in wasting my time and fooling around. I felt
    like knocking myself continuously on the head.
    I silently disappeared from there, so sure they
    never knew when I left.
    I couldn’t bear all that has been happening to
    me, so I decided to take a break for the day. I
    ran into the class, picked up my bag and
    escaped before Sade comes to grill me. Bayo
    kept calling my name as I was hastily leaving
    the class. I can’t afford to answer anyone
    because I needed to be alone. I had thought
    being alone was the best therapy for my
    present predicament.
    I have two more lectures left for that day but
    it doesn’t really matter to me because my
    mind was already made up. As a matter of
    fact, not attending those lectures doesn’t have
    any effect on me because the lecturers of
    those courses are perpetual absentees.
    I started my solitude on the road by listening
    to cool gospel music. I was totally enthralled
    in the lyrics of each song that played one after
    the other. It kept convicting my lost soul. I felt
    like shedding tears because I really felt lost. I
    never imagined I could think of stealing as an
    option for my carelessness. My eyes was so
    saturated with tears that immediately I blinked
    my eyes, some trickled down my cheeks. I
    buried my head quickly and cleaned the tears
    with the back of my palm from making it
    obvious. Afterwards, I raised my head and
    prayed silently in my heart for forgiveness and
    total restoration.
    I took my time, strolling to my hall of
    residence. Everywhere was extremely quiet, no
    doubt everyone was out for lecture. It was
    good enough for me, because I would have a
    solace sleep. I stayed at the topmost floor of
    the fourth block of my hall. I hate climbing the
    stairs, not even at this time that I want to get
    to my room quickly. I skipped one or two steps
    while climbing, stretching my legs wide to
    reach the next staircase, hoping that would
    get me twice as fast to conquer the whole
    stairs. I finally got to my corridor. I suddenly
    sneezed. My nostrils became clearer than
    “Uhmmmm… This smell is familiar. It is
    familiar.” I said nodding my head like a lizard
    in approval of my instinct. “This smells like
    Kofo’s perfume. Yes na!. This is Tony
    Montana. It is jor. Uhmmmmmm… My nose
    can’t decieve me.”
    I discarded the whole thoughts that kept
    gushing into my small brain, knowing fully
    well that Kofo must have been in the lecture
    room. Kofo is my girlfriend, she is the real
    definition of beauty. She is tall and bronze in
    complexion with a very long curly hair. She
    has a figure eight-like shape; she is curvy in
    shape. She got a blue pupil colour and a
    perfect smile that kept her irresistible.
    “Ouuch! Hmmmm! Ouchh!! Easy on me.” A girl
    moaning from one of the rooms.
    “Ko je je be.” I said to myself with a fake smile
    on my face, which means ‘It mustn’t be so.’
    While almost getting to my room, I quickly
    grabbed my phone to call her. I dialed, but to
    hear a ringtone coming out of my room.
    “Ooooooooooooooooouch!!!” the female voice
    came out of my room.
    I stood in front of my room like a dummy. My
    mind quickly accessed the last naija film I
    watched, where a man caught his wife
    redhanded with his friend in bed. I closed my
    eyes and shook my head, easing off the
    thought that kept playing.
    The Intimate sound that kept coming out of
    my room got me totally frenzy. I dialed the
    number again but I wasn’t disappointed, a
    ringtone sounded out loud from my room

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    phoenix daniels
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    Lol…..vh!z’ rel! Funny
    Abeq! c-m cont!nue ooo….#thumbs up#

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    hmmm….lolz, abeq continue ooo

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    Etok Lizzy M
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    Hmmmmmmmmmmm post anoda one na

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    i cant fit wait abeg..

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    Lolzzzz.. Gbagaun Gbagaun.. Hmmmm, dx na caught in d act naa.. Mehnnnn, ur day don really bend com get k-leg lyk kpanla fish.. Next episode plsssss

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