My Life On Campus… Part 21 (A Must Read)


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I found it very difficult to believe who
I was
gazing at, Strike. Strike sat on the
floor of the
guardroom, cuffed both hands and
legs.
I became so relaxed seeing he’s
handicapped; I
will so beat him if he tries to fight.
His face was
still scary though but he acted
friendly. I
comfortably sat close to him.
“What brought you here?” Strike
asked.
“Bayo landed me here o.” I said.
“Yesterday things?”
“Yes O. Na yesterday shooting o.” I
explained.
“The student reported the case to the
security
office yesterday night. The security
sef don know
before they even complain sef.”
“Ehn, sure na. Shebi na them see us
that time
wey we face them with AK-47 and his
brothers.”
He added and giggled.
“Abi o. So na this morning wey police
dey parade
around looking for the evidence o.” I
continued.
“I wan come settle the whole thing
with the
chief security officer, na there I
enter wahala o.”
“How na?”
“CSO talk sey I dey involved in the
killing.”
“Ehn Ehn, shey you no dey involved
ni?” Strike
sounded implicative.
I was shocked with his reply so I
angrily replied,
“You dey mad ni? I help una carry
gun? Oga Ade
abeg give yourself brain o.”
He smiled and said, “D’Banj, I dey joke
na. No
vex.”
“Abeg no joke that kind joke with me
o.” I said,
now relaxed and asked, “So what
brought you
here and how did you get here?”
“O boy na long story jare.” He replied,
feeling
reluctant to discuss it.
“We dey here together and we no dey
commot
yet so talk I dey hear you.”
“I was arrested early this morning by
the police,
around 3 : 30 a.m. Some hours after
you
escaped, the police raided that area
and arrested
me.”
“How come? I thought you had a
charm?” I
interrogated.
He laughed and said, “I do but it
wasn’t on me
when they arrived the scene.”
“Please, explain better. How was it
not on you?”
“The charm is attached to my
footwear but am
not suppose to wear it when am
urinating. I went
to urinate, leaving my shoe some
distant away
from me. I never expected the police
to come
around so I was not conscious of
them.”
“Aww, I now understand.” I said.
“How come they brought you here and
not their
station?” I asked.
“I have a case with the school and
they have
requested for the help of the police
to arrest
me.” He explained. “All efforts made
by the
school security to get me failed.”
“Are you a student of this school?”
He laughed out loud and said, “I have
been on
campus for eight years now.”
“Oh, I get. You are studying advanced
medicine
or what?” I inquisitively asked and
added, “or
you’re doing your masters?”
“Advanced medicine?” He laughed
again,
“masters?”
“What? Ok, fine. Tell me what you’re
up to for
eight years.”
“I have been rusticated since my year
three in
this school.” He said with a squeezed
face.
“Since then, I have been on campus
anonymously.”
“Doing what?”
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“Making money and spreading the
virus.”
“How do you do that?”
“I dupe students, especially
freshers.”
“How do you then spread the virus?”
“I make sure I send many students
back home
just as they did to me.” He replied. “I
initiate
students into the cult and command
them to
initiate others. Virus keeps
spreading.”
I was scared with the horror movie
he was
narrating but not as scared to stop
asking him
more questions.
“How did you join the cult?” I happily
asked,
shifting closer to him.
He coughed, paused for some
seconds and
explained, “It all started when I was
admitted
into this school. I was not the jovial
type, am
always quiet and easy going. In fact, I
was an
introvert. That gave lot of students
the
advantage to bully me around. I was
so bullied to
the extent of washing my friends
clothes and
fetching them bathing water.”
“Aww. That’s unfair.”
“I kept soaking my bed with tears
always
because of this. One day, Akinwale
Cole, then a
four hundred level student, walked
into my room
to see me crying. He asked me what
was wrong,
I explained everything to him and he
asked me
not to worry that he would find a
solution to it.”
“So nice of him.” I ignorantly
commended.
“Cole invited me to a night club and
thereafter I
was initiated.”
“He initiated you? Ha! Was that the
solution to
the persistent bullying?” I surprisingly
said.
“Yes o, that was the help o.” Strike
affirmed and
explained further, “it actually did help
me. I faced
the bullies. I beat some of them sef.
The ones I
can’t beat was handle by the gang. I
became so
fierce and feared. My story was
becoming loud,
so that gave the school an eye on
me. There are
a lot to talk about but let’s leave it
for some
other time because am actually very
sick and I
need to rest.”
“Aww. I feel for you. It’s well.” I said.
I was already falling asleep while
Strike snoozed
off some minutes after he paused his
story. I
was so fatigued after all the stress I
went
through some hours back. I thought
to sleep so I
would wake up to a miracle of
freedom. I
ruminated on Strike’s story which
helped transit
me to the dreamland.
“Wake up! Criminals wake up.” Mr
Okanlawon
shouted, with a kick at my back.
I stretched so wide, yawned so loud
and quickly
regained my consciousness when Mr
Okanlawon
kicked me again. I looked at Strike,
who was still
lying down comfortably.
Mr Okanlawon moved closer to Strike
and kicked
him but he didn’t budge a bit. He
kicked harder
but he still didn’t move. I stood up
and stared at
Mr Okanlawon bending closer to
Strike’s chest.
He placed his right ear on his chest
to perceive
if Strike was still breathing. He stood
up, gazed
at me and shook his head………..
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