Francis had to gulp down the viju-milk on his hand as he must still oversee the fellowship programme by 5pm today at the day was Thursday and customarily their fellowship day in campus. He was very famished. He has been attending lectures upon lecture this particular day; it was as if the lecturers had chosen the day as their confluence day in his class. He checked again on time to see that it ten minutes to five; he immediately left his room to the chapel.

Francis is a tall, well built and handsome guy, thanks to his indulgence in physical exercise and series of weight lifting, he is very muscular guy that can almost be liken to Sylvester stallion. Everybody in the fellowship and his department revere him because he hardly picks up any trouble with anyone; the expansive way and method with which he explain each verse of bible is as if he wrote it himself, his elegance and comprehensive way he answered their questions is second to none. He had to turn down the position of their fellowship president because he is always busy as he said.

Franco! Franco!! Franco!!! Rent the air as he entered the chapel. He smile and managed to hug some while he shake some. A beam of smile crossed his face as he made his way to the pulpit for the business of the day.
Among the congregation sat Pastor Oluwatosin. He also smile back at Francis and a thought flashes in his mind that only if the congregation could know better then they would reason better.
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‘Double six’ Peter thundered triumphantly as the dice finally landed after rolling frantically all about the corner of their room.
Segun, Chris and Hammed hissed in turn knowing that Peter has won the bet for the fifth consecutive time.
‘You guys better accept for your master today cos e be like say Apostle Peter get correct jazz today o.’ Seun said as he giggled from the corner of their room with a jumbo size Indian hemp oozing out deep smoke from its red hot tip on his hand.
‘Dan buroba.’ Hammed snorted at him while Segun and Chris echo ‘amugbo oshi’ at the same time.
‘Never mind them Seun, i promise you one rizler of smoke tomorrow jhoor.’ Peter tells him as he counts the money he won from their series of bet this night, it was seven thousand Naira altogether.
‘You guys should know better that i don’t like these kind things you are doing in this room.’ Francis spat angrily at his roommates as he enters into the room.

The thick stench of Indian hemp and cigarette is still very much in the air, it would take the grace of God and aid of Aerosol Inhaler for an Asthmatic patient to survive in that room. He gently picks up the half drunk bottle of whiskey from his bed and spontaneously handed it over to Hammed who in turn smiled and jokingly collected it from him saying ‘I be the drunk for the room abi? Babu wahala manna.’

‘Who else drinks like mosquito drinks blood in this room if not you o?’ Seun asked him jokingly.

‘Abi naw, at least i minimise mine in fluids and stay away from smokes o.’ Hammed replied him back.

Even Francis himself could not help but laugh at their show of highness in their various degrees.
Only Peter was silent throughout as he look up at the wall clock in their room to see that it was quarter to 2am. He wonders what could always be keeping Francis late each Thursday after fellowship which normally ends by 8pm each day.

‘I don’t think i will be covering for you guys anymore at the chapel because people are raising eyebrows while you guys were always absent and get away with it at the end of each semester o’ Francis informed them as he covered himself with his blanket from head to toe and heaved a sigh of relieve to himself.

‘People will be happy as from daybreak today in this campus.’ He thought within himself and gave a wicked wryly smile as he retired into deep slumber.
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It was after eight in the evening, Vivian look into the mirror as she gives finishing touches to the heavy makeup she was wearing for today’s outing. Chief Maxwell and his cliques are waiting at the bus-stop just adjacent the University East gate for them; Mariam, Tolulope and she cannot afford to miss today’s flexing and moreover Chief still owed them for their last outing.

Such is their quest and for flexing and exuberances that they used to give their services in I Owe You mode of transaction.

‘That security man said we have 10 minutes more so we have to hurry up.’ Tolulope reminded them as they hurriedly pick up their handbags and starts heading for the main door of their hostel.

‘Mtcheew!!!’ Kiki hissed angrily at them. ‘i don’t know what they derives from those silly-haggard and good-for-nothing old men.’ She concluded.

‘At least we are better off going out with them than being a lesbian.’ Mariam snapped at her.

‘Don’t mind them sweetheart, come to me and let’s have the room to ourselves jare.’ Grace beckoned to her half naked and she slammed the door behind them as they continue handling, moaning and cuddling.

Aanuoluwa just sat at her bed disgusted at their Sodom acts as she always call it. She was just back from fellowship to pick up some things for the night class but she need to take some snacks and tea drink before she go. When she couldn’t take it anymore she packed some books, her bible and a hood into her handbag before bolting out of the room in rage.

All of them are in four hundred levels in the institution. Fate has one way or the other brought them together right from their first year in the school. They’ve always been roommates from inception. Even though they all have their vices, they still find a way to be at peace with each other in the room.
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[center]THE FOLLOWING MORNING[/center]

The whole campus was woken up to a shock news that the Registrar of the University, Professor Kuye and two lecturers were gruesomely murdered in their cold blood with a female student in a hotel which is just 2 km from the University last night by some suspected cultist. The police said they are currently on the trail of the cultists.

‘Good riddance to bad rubbishes.’ A student remarked.

‘But why would they kill them?’

‘Those men were truly mean to us students but i don’t see any reason to justify their deaths’

‘Come to think of it, they said suspected cultist kill them. Could there by any chance be a cultist in this University?’

‘I wouldn’t know naw, maybe you can carry out the investigation yourself.’

‘Maybe they were hired.’

‘I heard the lady that died is that Mariam in Mass communication departments.’

‘Eeeww!!! That pretty and brilliant girl! Na wa o.’

‘You forgot to add Olosho too.’

‘And that Registrar was a Godly man o, but what was he doing with a female student in a hotel at that odd hour?’

‘At least those two lecturers were well known womaniser and fraudster. I just pity their kids’

Such were the discussions and gossips going on among the students that morning. Even the University Board had to call for emergency board meeting concerning the matter. They later resolved to help the law enforcement agencies in carrying out their investigations. Pastor Oluwatosin was elevated to the post of Acting Registrar pending the time for proper filling of the post.