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Chapter 3

It was a sunny Thursday in the last week of summer coaching when the bell was rung for emergency assembly.

This was weird and unusual because we didn't even have normal assemblies during holiday coaching much more emergency assemblies.

What could have happened this time?

The students of RPHS both junior and senior assembled under the sun on the wide field in front of the staffroom. Despite the teachers attempt to reduce the noise amongst the junior students, they still didn't stop making noise, who were they going to pick in over three hundred junior students.

Royal Priesthood high school was a Christian school that had over six hundred students, it was one of the few private schools that had a lot of students in her school.

There was even a rumour outside school that our Proprietor was a ritualist and that was the reason why he had lots of students but Apostle David Azubike was actually a popular Nigerian Igbo pastor whose church was well known because of the miracles he performed.

He even had his own channel on DSTV.

He also owned a primary school and a university, the man was one of the richest men in Nigeria.

Before you start thinking of my school as one of those rich schools, it wasn't.

It was a private school but also cheap enough to be afforded by an average Nigerian Family.

My school also produced the best students in WAEC and even JAMB.

Despite all these good qualities in RPHS, we got lots of drama each day, the students were bad and they polluted the school.

But isn't that found in most schools?

"Tiwa, what did your friend do?" Ugoma asked behind me.

"Which of my friends?!" I asked as if I had a lot of friends.

"How many friends do you have? I'm talking about Eniola now, why is she standing in front of the assembly?" Ugoma asked again this time pointing at Enny whose head was bowed down in shame in front of the assembly.

Eh, what is happening? What has Enny done?

"What did she do now?!" Ugoma pestered thus getting on my last nerve.

"I don't know too, ah! You can see that am as surprised as you are!"I snapped at her.

She asked for it, she liked asking stupid questions.

The Principal, Mr Ibrahim, climbed the podium holding his cane as usual.

Mr Ibrahim was a very disciplined and strict married man whose beating was always so severe and unforgettable, if you ever do something wrong, just beg the teacher not to allow it to get to the principal because if it does, ehn, you are finished.

The last time he laid that cane of his on my buttocks, I could swear that I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, it was as if I went to heaven and came back.

Mr Ibrahim was a dark tall skinny man whose shoe always looked like a crocodile. His shirts were always oversize and his trousers always looked as if they might fall even with the help of his belt.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt like he normally does before he starts his useless talks...

"I'm sure you all are wondering why we have decided to call you out unusually on a sunny day like this..."

No o! We just decided to assemble under the hot sun to get roasted!'

"Despite our efforts to make sure that you students don't ruin yourself and this school, some of you are still adamant on ruining the reputation of this school, this is a Christian school that is anointed by Jesus Christ, you are not meant to stain our white garment and we will not allow you to!..."

Hun, the garment that we have poured a whole gallon of palm oil on! I thought as I hissed.

Did I tell you that this man never goes straight to his point, he would first preach and beat about the bush before saying what he ought to have said and I couldn't blame him, he wasn't the one under the scorching sun that was frying us.

"One of our most trusted students, a scholar did a shameful act today, she has disappointed the whole RPHS and we are here right now to use her as an example of what will happen to anyone of you who does this too, we don't tolerate nonsense in this school, we are one of the best schools in Nigeria and not even one of you can take that from us!.."

Who is fighting with this man sef, what's his problem?

Meanwhile, I couldn't help but wonder what Eniola did that could warrant that kind of embarrassment for her, the stigma was going to follow her till she leaves the school.

This man should cut the crap and be forward for God's sake!

I was feeling so bad and sorry for her already, she was my friend after all.

"Gbadamosi Eniola was caught watching a blue film {porn Video} with a junior student on her phone today in the Computer room..."

Wait, what!

One, Enny has a blue film on her phone?

Two, she watched it in school?

Three, not only did she watch it, she actually watched it with someone?

Four, that someone was a junior student?

Five, they watched it in the computer room?

Were they talking about the Enny that I had known for four years now or another Enny?

Eheh, wonders shall never end!

The 'I am very holy' watches porn?!

Was I the only one finding that hard to believe?

Did they frame her up?

What was I even saying? Framed her up? Was it a Nollywood movie?

"She had the guts to actually have such a video on her phone and even the audacity to show it to a J.S.S 2 student! She is here today so that you can see and hear what she did and she'll also be punished right here in front of you!"

Mr Ibrahim concluded as he collected his cane that he probably had soaked in water from one of our students.

Jeez! Enny's life was finished, she would be beaten here and I could only imagine what she was going to face at home once this gets to her parents.

Her dad was a retired soldier man and that man was so wicked, ehn.

I never visited their flat whenever he was around, his stone face alone can make you wet yourself.

Infact, I was already crying on her behalf, I'm not kidding.

Twelve strokes of cane was lashed on Eniola's buttock..

And would you believe that she did not cry nor shake her body throughout the beating such that she infuriated the principal more that he had to give her five more strokes out of anger, still she did not cry.

I couldn't imagine that to be me, eheh, this place would not even contain us.

I would have been jumping up and down like someone that took her bathe with a bucket of water filled with werepe.

We were dispersed as soon as Eniola's punishments were read to her which included washing toilets and cutting grass, this school acted like public schools sometimes, as if it was not money that we were paying.

I met Eniola crying at a corner in an uncompleted building behind the school's cafeteria, 

'So much for big girl, so all that one was just strong head!' I thought as I watched her cry profusely.

"Enny, its okay! Stop crying" I said as I sat beside her patting her back.

She jerked away from my touch and shouted at me,

"Leave me alone! Don't come here acting like you care when you actually don't! Stop been such a hypocrite! Just leave"

Ahahn, what had I done?

When she saw that I wasn't ready to leave, she stood up, her face red from crying too much and stormed out of the building.

"Eheh, had I done something wrong?"

I asked myself as I walked out of the building before one dangerous animal would jump out and tear me apart.

~°~

Abi - A Yoruba local word meaning 'or'

Werepe - cowhage or velvet bean (Mucuna pruriens). It is called werepe in Yoruba and agbala or agboloko in Ibo. The velvet bean plant is notorious for the spiky hairs on the mature bean pods that are very irritating to the skin .

If sprayed on you, you would go Unclad in less than a second, scratching and crying at the same time.

God save you if you go take a shower, you'd go to hell and back.

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May the lord be with you now and always.

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