MyLife On Campus: Episode1

EPISODE 1
 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
 moment.
 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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