My Life On Campus… Part 25 (A Must Read)


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Then I knew I was in a big problem I
could ever
envisage. Should I call for help or
should I
confront them? The later would
teleport me to
my early grave. Even if I had the
genetic makeup
of Kristin Rhodes, the world strongest
woman
and Arnold Schwarzenegger, I dare
not try to
challenge them.
I motionlessly at the same spot gazed
at my
room to be sure about their exit. I
waited for
several minutes but none of them
came close to
the door, far from the thought of
exiting my
room.
Who could they be? Why did they have
to abode
in my room? I was lost in these
thoughts when
one of them came out of the room
and was
walking towards me. Did they have a
clue about
where I was? I asked myself. I
became startled
and began to quiver like a malaria
patient.
My brain was as fast as a 4G
network to pinpoint
a suitable hideout for me, the toilet. I
tiptoed
gently back to the toilet to save my
troubled
head from the unknown guy.
The toilet has four compartments, but
the first
two compartments were bad, so
students on my
floor make do with the last two. I
shifted to the
third compartment and sat on the
water closet
pretending to be emptying my bowels.
The unknown guy stood in front of
the
compartment I was but couldn’t see
me because
everywhere was very dark, he then lit
a cigarette,
brought out his hose and let out some
liquid.
Oops! I wasn’t with my umbrella to
prevent the
rain drops on me.
The unknown guy obliviously peed on
me. I
zipped my mouth not to utter a word
because if I
do, my obituary would be inevitable. I
endured
the odorously concentrated aroma of
his urine.
He threw the remains of the cigarette
on me,
thinking it landed in the water closet
and left. I
was slightly burnt by the dwarfed
cigarette but
still remained mute.
After he left, I felt like crying but I
converted
that energy to praise the toilet, it
endures a lot
of things we humans do to it.
I lifted my messy self up from the
toilet seat and
walked gently out of the toilet to
peep on the
unknown guys. I didn’t see them when
I strained
my eyes to check on them from afar. I
composed myself and decided to
proceed back
to my room.
As I took few steps away from the
toilet, power
supply was restored. I swiftly ran
back to the
toilet in fear. I stayed by the toilet
door, fearfully
peeping if the guys would exit my
room and let
me have the opportunity to identify
them.
Luckily for me, they took their leave
and I had a
glimpse of them. I wasn’t familiar
with the other
two faces but Bayo’s face, I couldn’t
mistake for
anyone’s. They weren’t with any
weapon but
their dressing signaled danger; they
were all
dressed in black with a red bandanna
tied to
their arms.
I had no doubt why Bayo wanted me
dead but I
shrugged it off and proceeded to my
room to get
a bucket to fetch water. I can’t sleep
with a
sticky dirty body else I would have a
nightmare, I
said to myself.
I got to my room to meet a short note
on my
bed. I easily knew who wrote the
note, Bayo,
because of his handwriting. The note
read thus:-
Banji A.K.A D’Banj, I know you are
very smart
but you are not smarter than the
Black Mambas.
You want to fix me up to the school
authority
after I helped you eliminate your
threat. I know
your moves. You can run but you
can’t hide. I
am very sure you know about our
coming here
tonight and that’s why you fled
before we arrive.
I will sure get you, I swear. It’s
either you leave
this school for me, I leave this school
for you or
We both leave. Olabanji Adebanjo,
YOU ARE A
LIVING DEAD!!!
I could feel my blood bubble like
boiling water,
my head immediately ached, I was
sweating
profusely like someone that just
finished a race, I
was so scared to earth. Who would
get such a
message and not be soaked in fear?
I folded the note and kept it in my bag
for threat
evidence, then I took a bucket and
proceeded
downstairs. It was 12 : 50 a.m. I was
looking all
around like a thief, scared that Bayo
maybe
lurking around the corners of my hall
in search of
me.
I got downstairs and ran to the tap to
fetch
water. The water was dropping from
the tap as if
it wasn’t happy to come out; the
urination of a
four year old gushes faster than this
tap. I
decided to sit on the tank I and
Buhari sat on in
the morning to wait for my bucket to
be filled.
I nervously sat down, bowing my head
to think of
the dangerous note I got from Bayo. I
was so
lost in thought when I felt a hand on
my
shoulder……
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