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    Episode 1

    []The ringing phone brought him back to reality. He looked at the time on the wall and it told him that he had gone for twenty five minutes! He got up and ambled his way to his bed to pick the phone which was ringing for the second time. He looked at the screen, it was Funmi, his fiance. But can he call her his fiance? With all this hullaballoo that is greeting their relationship. ”Whatever it takes,” he thought, ”Funmi will be mine.”

    He picked the call.
    ”Salam Alaykum dear,” Funmi said
    ”Are you still sleeping?”
    ”Wa alaykum Salam, I have been awake a long while ago jare. I was just not near the phone, that was why it rang out the first time you called.” He answered.
    ”Okay then. I called to inform you that I will be going out today and won’t be able to come to your place as said.” Funmi dropped.
    His expression changed from that of a smile and took on a grimmer form.
    ”Kilode?” he queried
    ”Ibo lo n lo? Why today Funmi? All through the week we had been busy at the office and never had time for each other. Eni ti a tun raaye, you are going out again. Tomorrow is the first Sunday of the month, we shall be at a programme, so when do I get to see my fiance and have a heart to heart tete a tete with her? Oga o” he poured out sadly.
    ”Ma binu sweetheart mi. It was not my fault now. I didn’t want to go but I had to for both of us.” She pleaded.
    ”What do you mean by ‘for both of us’?” he asked again smelling rat.
    ”It’s our M. D.” She said her tone changing drastically from pleading to that of anguish. ”He said I have to accompany him to a luncheon at Eko Hotels”.
    ”When I said I am busy at home today, he just told me that I should tell you that we can both expect our jobs to be terminated on Monday morning.” She let out almost crying.
    He sighed. He didn’t know what else to say. But he said:
    ”Okay love, just be careful as usual. We will weather this storm through. So ti gbo? I trust you sha. Try to have fun and don’t forget that I love you.”
    ”I love you too Ola. In Shaa Allaah, we will have a way soonest.” She said before ending the call.

    Ola sat on the floor of his room after the call and went back to where he came from before the call- oblivion. He was lost in thought. He thought of a lot of things. Why he? He queried. What did he do to deserve this from the God he had and is conscientously serving? Why is his company’s M. D his foe? How will he get out of this unscathed without losing his first and only love?
    ”God, why now? Wa ko mi moose o,” he said aloud coming back to the present…

    Ola’s journey in life had been everything but smooth. He had grown up in a family of six, two parents and four siblings. He is the first child and son of Mr and Mrs Adeona. His father had been a civil servant before he was laid off by one of the numerous military government in Nigeria. Since the lay off, things moved from good to bad and then worse for the family. His father had resorted to business which went awry. His mother sold little things with which they kept body and soul together. So, when they moved from a four bedroom flat to a room and parlour in a face me I face you building in one of the town’s suburbs, his life was to change from the little butter boy to a rural rugged boy.

    If God makes you bald, He will surely compensate you with a beard. Such was Ola’s case. What his parents lacked in wealth, their children had in brilliance and obedience. They were contented with whatever their parents, especially their mother could offer them. Their father on his part, is mostly AWOL from home. So, all or most of what Ola had in his brain were updated by his mum.

    At school, he mind his business and was even made the head boy in his primary school. He was the cynosure of his teachers’ eyes. He won many laurels for his school but he had a flaw, even till date, he hates Mathematics. Give him figures, and he will be there till eternity! He is just too weak in it.

    The trend followed him to his secondary school, Remo Secondary School, Sagamu. He was a day student because his mother could not afford the high hostel fee. Hence, he would trek the long distance to school and when the purse allows, he had the luxury of taking public transport.

    Such was Ola’s background and growing up. It was ingrained in his brain that he can not have anything except education. His mother helped him by buying his textbooks, Maths and English. Nothing other than his books was his priority.

    But his life was to change one day..

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    Episode 2

    []”Life changing events never alert you before they carry out their activities,” a colleague once said. This was the case with Ola.

    All along, he had always been around girls but had not for once given a thought to them until that day. Why? His mother’s words.

    They kept ringing in his ears, brain and mind. She had said to him almost on a daily basis that ”you should face your studies o. You know that we are struggling to make ends meet. Don’t go near any girl for she will get pregnant o and if that happens, your education and hers will stop and you will suffer the child o. So ti gbo? (have you heard?)”

    Hence he lived in dread of the opposite sex until he was in J. S. S three when he learnt about reproduction in school. All day long he thought about what the teacher had said in class, linking it to things he could notice in himself and even his mum! To back it up, the Social Studies teacher came in the second day to teach a topic Ola knew well, The Family, but that day, the teacher made it so practical that he went into the science part of it. Ola left the school that day a changed man. Then he understood what the bad boys in his class, Tunde and Biola, had always been doing with those girls who are willing. There and then, his dread for girls evaporated!

    Ola then made up his mind to have his own girlfriend but that which he would not touch down below. Only just to call her mine, he thought to himself.
    He began to attract the girls who had always been there just that he didn’t notice them. He was always around them now. If he wasn’t in his class, he will be in another class in the midst of girls. So that started the journey for him but there was no confidence to take it further than the platonic levels he found himself with them.

    Ola couldn’t talk to them, and he had no male friends to help him. The ones he had only were there because he taught them and they copied him in assignments. They were bullies who bullied him into submission because his bane was that he was the shortest boy in the class, even in his whole set. He was so short that even juniors mistake him for a junior. It was bad for him. But fate always has a way of changing things for him….
    ”All stand! Greet” thundered the class captain.
    ”Good Morning sir, you are welcome to the Arts class sir, God bless you sir,” chorused his class mates.

    Ola was sitting in front of the class. His dis advantaged height was the cause but it also benefitted him in more ways than one, though, when it came to the time of cane rainfall, he receives it the worst because the teachers’ energy is always at the fullest bar and starts with him.

    He had looked forward to this day when he will start wearing the much coveted trousers which literally mean he was a BIG BOY! Immediately after his junior WAEC, he had known he wanted to be in the Arts because he loved reading and also because he knew he would fail Maths. Hence, the science class is out. Commercial is also out because he cannot face the rigours of financial accounting, calculating the money he won’t see or handle! Tu fia kwa! He thought.

    So, here he was in the Arts Class! All through his journey to school from home as the bus snaked its way to school slowly but surely, he had been fantasising about who and what it will take to prosper in the arts. He had toyed with different professions in the arts. He had thought of being a lawyer, an educationist, an actor, a writer, and even a professional debater! If anything like that exists…
    He had also looked forward to having what he didnt have in the juniors, a girlfriend. At the thought of this, he had grinned then frowned. He thought of how to approach the girl, the money he would spend, the girl’s response and lots more.

    ”I am Mr Frimpong, your Literature in English teacher. Many of you would have heard about me from your senior ones. I don’t have room for mediocrity in my class. If you can’t cope, then you can leave. And luckily for you, you can’t pass through the arts without this subject. So you just have to co operate with me. Am I clear?” The teacher said, bringing Ola back to the class from his thoughts.
    ”Any question before I continue?” Mr Frimpong offered.
    Hands shot up. He pointed to a girl seated in the middle rows.
    ”Your name and question.”
    ”My name is Adetutu. Sir what is the meaning of Mediocrity?” the girl said before sitting.
    Her voice was what captured Ola’s attention and he wondered whether she had been in the school since their J. S. S One days. He thought to himself, ‘this will be my girlfriend.’

    ”Who can answer that question among all of
    you?” Mr. Frimpong diverted Tutu’s question
    to the class floor.

    Ola knew the answer because he had been
    reading a lot of books and had even started
    reading the dictionary! The only thing he
    lacks is confidence in a new class. Only a few
    of his class mates in J. S. S Three A were in the
    arts class with him. Tunde and Biola, his
    pestilential bullies and friends were among
    the few. Others were faces he had seen only
    once or twice.
    But something spurred him to raise his hand.
    It was the desire to create a first and lasting
    impression on the minds of those who are
    new to him, the teacher and especially, his
    would be girlfriend, Tutu! His hand shot into
    the air…

    He looked around the class and found that he
    was the only one raising his hand. Ol boy, this
    people will give me a run for my money o! He
    ”So no other person can answer this
    question? Okay, we shall see! Short boy, your
    name and answer. Fast!” Mr. Frimpong spat

    Ola was jittery, but he opened his mouth and
    luckily for him, he found his voice.
    ”Sir, Mediocrity mean something of low
    quality. Or the act of performing poorly. It is
    gotten from the word Mediocre.” Ola said
    and made to sit when he heard…
    ”Your name, or are you nameless?” That was
    Mr. Frimpong again.
    Ola thought he was wrong because the look
    on the teacher’s face can cause forced labour
    to a nine month pregnant woman!

    Hence, he shakily said:
    ”Sorry sir! My names are Adeona Olaoluwa Ibrahim.”
    ”Sit down Ola”, Mr. Frimpong eased his
    tension, yet his heart was pounding furiously.

    Then he heard yet again:
    ”Clap for him. He got it right. And I hope you
    have learnt that. That shows he has been
    reading and studying.” Mr. Frimpong praised

    The class rang with the clap and Ola could
    feel himself in the ninth cloud, he heaved a
    sigh of relief. Then he heard, ”Obe Kote! Obe
    There were only a few people who
    knew him by that nickname, it’s only people
    in J. S. S Three A that called the name. He
    looked back to see his bully friends, Tunde
    and Biola, grinning from ear to ear like one
    who just won a jackpot.

    The name came from the butcher’s knife he
    had brought to school in his junior days for
    grass cutting since his mother couldn’t afford
    to buy him a new student type cutlass. The
    name had stuck ever since.

    Class was over and he had become a star.
    Everybody became his friends, especially the
    girls. He knew it would happen, they were
    around him just for his brain.

    He went for break and came back to the class
    to find a note waiting for him…

    To be continued later in the day


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    Episode 4

    Episode 5

    Episode 6

    Episode 7

    Episode 8

    Episode 9&10

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