*Rrring Rrrriinnnng*
The morning tambourine was being rung by Oga Charles.

That zealous organizing secretary who never missed the 5am morning routine.

Who could blame him?

Apparently all corpers would continue to sleep until 10am if given a leeway.

Apparently, this was one of the ways through which he could impress his muse who was our sisters coordinator.

For it reflected that he was a serious and disciplined man.
One ready to take on the real world with all seriousness.

Apparently this was the best way to always get back at Dr V, the papa (president).

Lord knows that man slept like a log of wood at all seasons.
Like Hypnos, he was king among sleepers,

Mmba!!

He slept like one already stung by a thousand Tse Tse flies.

Ten minutes went by without any response.
And he came back.

Shaking the tambourine this time with a violent vigor.
For the corpers were still in a semi sleepy state.

Good old kosi was still seething with anger at being rudely awoken from sleep
For he was stopped in the *You may kiss your bride* moment while getting wedded to madame **.

A muse, a crush.
Who words fail in description of her beauty, brilliance, radiance.

A mathematical genius whose beauty led me to start taking further maths lessons.
An unfortunate exercise that left my head with severe migraines.

Teflon Don the boss, Tolu was angry at being interrupted from sleep.

For his beloved Arsenal football club were walloping FC Barcelona in the Champions League final.
A scoreline of 6:0 which was greatly delighting him and ** (his former muse) until he was rudely woken.

Oga Toluwalase was seriously angry at that moment.

For he was chilling out with J Cole, his favorite rapper, and watching Man Utd wallop Manchester City in the Derby to decide the premier League winner.

With groggy eyes,
We all trudged to the living room for devotion.

Vickie led the devotion that morning.
Weaving through her cataloge of Igbo songs that elicited energetic clapping response from every one of us.

Within twenty minutes, the praise session ended.

The preacher came on board for morning devotion.

*Praise da Lord*
*Do not park in the same place your father's parked you*

These words our beloved Uncle started to preach.

Emphasizing on the need to love one another.

Apparently two corpers almost fought the previous day because of food.
For mama's food was priceless, finger and plate licking good.

Haaa my people!!
Mama's food was priceless biko.

The preacher emphasized on the need to be disciplined.

Apparently, news had reached his ears that some corpers always slept with their female students.

Also, he was having major issues with some corp members who never understood the need to flush the toilets after use.

Poor *Aje butters* who were finding it hard to adjust to the reality of doing things themselves.

He emphasized on the need for greater discipline too.

Apparently, he had seen a brother come out to the living room wearing singlets only.

Being the culprit of that account,
I transfixed my eyes to the side walls next to him.
Staring at the devotion roaster for the next day.

A gaze which brought joy to my reading.

For Adetutu was going to lead the praise.
And Oga Wumi, the allocated preacher.

Within thirty minutes,
The devotion ended.
And the corpers dispersed to their various rooms.

Mama and sister Maureen went into the kitchen.

Papa Dr. Vin and oga Tolu to their favorite beds.
Two 'executive' corpers who always reached their PPA's (Place of primary assignment) by 9pm.

Who could blame them?

Apparently the corper population in the school made their absence unnoticeable by the principal.
For they numbered about one hundred on ground and thirty in *ghostmode*.

Those *ghostmode* corpers who made the Area Inspector always happy with constant alerts at the end of the month.

Apparently, their head corper Femi, was falling head over heels, for a female friend of oga Tolu.

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