SCAR FRIDAY…

SCAR FRIDAY...

I remember vividly, Ojo naa ree bi ana.
A Friday morning, every student’s long awaited day.

Suddenly, the masters came into the hostel as early as 5:00am shouting loudly, ” NO SCHOOL TODAY!, Put on your blue checks and sandals!”.

” Eh Eh Eh!…..”, the boys cheered happily.” Awon Γ²le osi ( lazy students), a master commented.

After the morning meal of hot pap and akara, every student went to their various classes to settle down since classes were presumed not to hold.

SS3A was well known for their mockery and jesting accompanied with a strange excellent academic performance despite their recalcitrant behavior.
To the students of the class, it was a great prestige.
This same class was the seat of many dignitaries among the students of which I was one.
Always lazy and unwilling to work!

Suddenly, the Mathematics teacher stormed the class, virtually all the students screamed in misalignment.
“What was our last topic?”, she asked.
Suddenly, a student screamed out loudly accompanied with immense laughter, “Surface Area of Wariz!”.

Everyone laughed hysterically.
….and that was what landed us in the dilemma.

In fury, she brought out her whip and descended on the student giving her visible scars.
” Justice prevailed! ” , I said to myself thinking that was all.

She left the class in anger, myself and the class captain scurried after her..” Please ma, we are sorry! “.
” E n ri mi fin abi” ( You are disregarding me), she replied. ” No ma”, we both pleaded. But almost half of the class infuriated her more with their chatter and unending laughter.
She gave her verdict and we left.

Suddenly, a voice crowd out, ” All SS3A students, come down now! “.
It was Mr Fara’s. Though, he is approaching senescence, Mr. Fara is well known as a pioneer teacher and for his dexterity in handling the cane….funny enough, he handled the case as the HOD of the Mathematics department.

“Gbim gbim!”, I clearly remember how Xando’s heartbeat rose to 120 beats per minute…such a frail lad.

We all descended to the Hall of Fame( The Basketball Court). The court is frequently used for dishing out justice to students with notorious cases like ours. Funny enough, the court is at the epicentre of the classroom blocks making it visible for every student to witness our ordeal.

“Kneel down everybody!”, ordered Mr. Fara.

What happened next?….

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  1. Nice write up ….
    More grace sir πŸ™‡πŸΎβ€β™€πŸ™‡πŸΎβ€β™€πŸ™‡πŸΎβ€β™€

  2. What happened next oooo.
    Well done bro. U remember dis day. A day I can’t never forget in my history. Kudos to u keep on moving in Life. Tell us na what happened next. Senior maruf was swimming he can’t forget dat day.

  3. Wow! Amazing❀, there are no limit to your achievements man! I lorr you bruhπŸ’‹πŸ’‹

  4. Greater heights sir.
    .
    Love dis.
    Snr maruf no fit forget dat day πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    1. What a prolific writer you are! Your words just ressurected a clear image of that day in my memory!
      Keep up the good work.

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