A TRIP DOWN UNIBEN LANE (PART 7)

Dedicated to Oga Ibori on his birthday. Keep shinning bros.

"It takes two to tango".
So said the disciplinary committee that tried the lecturer and the female student.
He had been brought on the charges of sexual misconduct and he left the room unscathed from the allegations leveled.
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"Kosilala how far na. You get material?"
Victor asked as his hands caressed the linings of my worn out bag.
For the umpteenth time, he had asked this question.
Desiring a favorable answer to save him from the embarrassment of the future test to be set by the lecturer.

A test which the lecturer always took pleasure in reeling out the names of the 'scholars' who aced and 'odoyos' who, inspite of every 'chukuli' and 'missiles' available, still managed to get zero over twenty five.

Noo.
Victor could not afford to fail the test.

Not when his relationship was on the ropes.
For his nwanyi had reinstalled his deleted baddo app, inputted his phone password and had withnessed, firsthand, the wonders and art of a loverboy whose grade is EXPERT.

Not when he was trying to woo Amina.
A lovely lady whose tastes seemed too classy.
And could only be attracted by 'person wey know book small'
Something Onega, the class rep, kept in mind.
Something helped glue his face to the book pages without minding how boring they were.

Not when his first semesters results bore semblance to the scene of a war front.
Bloody red littering the grounds, while the name EFE stood out in bright formation.

'Based on logistics', his name was not EFE neither did he love any girl called Efe.
Unto who Victor be for the class, he could not afford a repeat of such a terrible result.
For Odimayo and the gang of other 'rebels' would always take out every opportunity to ridicule him based on his academic performance.

As we continued the back and forth on the argument on materials, the lecturer entered.

"Please close the door and switch off all phones. I would not be lenient as the last time please." The lecturer said.

For he had returned Oghogho's phone which disturbed his class the last time.
Poor lady who would not switch off her phone due to the call she awaited.

A call she could not afford to miss since its caller was based in the United kingdom.
A call, her male friend, a 'G-boy', had told her to answer with the sexiest 'Americana' voice which she could conjure.
For 500 dollars could be hers if the caller was successfully fooled.

500 dollars which would conveniently get her a blackberry Touch and Brazilian hair, both of which totalled a hundred thousand naira.
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"So where did we..."
The lecturer stopped at that moment.
As there was a loud noise which disrupted the relative tranquility of the lecture classes.

"Ugo for FASA President." Students from History and ISD shouted outside the class and on the pavements of the faculty.
Laminated cards bearing 'Ugo 4 life' bouncing up and down their chests, while they danced in frenzied motions.

"Chijoke for President." The other party shouted.
A mass of Philosophy and Religion students gathering together to present a joint front to place their candidate in power.

It was election period.
That day was the manifesto speech giving day.
A day to show forth student politics at its sweetest moments.

A day in which some candidates with a terrible command of the English language, would bear the full mockery of all students.

For the students would give no joy to the candidates.
God knows the lectures gave them (the students) no joy and they had none to offer to anyone in return.

"Well students. I guess I will have to leave now as this manifesto would clearly disrupt our class" the lecturer said.
Packing his books while some students like Baba Hilary and Goodthings smiled and gave glory to God.

"Can we fix a class for Friday around 10am." The lecturer asked as he prepared to leave.
For he had prepared to give an impromptu test and was determined to give the test that week.

"Y.."
Stephanie began to answer in the affirmative, until a multitude of resounding "NO"s rang out and overpowered the sound of her voice.
For the majority of the class were sharp minded.

Having decoded that the lecturer was itching to conduct an impromptu test.
Sharp enough to recognize that the test would spell doom for their grades because they had not yet read anything.

The lecturer left immediately and the class was thrown into a uproar.

"Come. Stephanie abi wetin dem dey call your name, why you wan tell lecturer say time go dey when class rep never even talk. Abi na you be class rep? Tega asked.
Challenging Stephanie while his facial feature showed a rising anger.

Who could blame him?

Apparently he had spent the previous night drinking palm wine with Ugo, the presidential candidate who had hosted the members of his campaign team at the pepper soup joint close to S&T barracks.

Apparently he had not opened and read a single page of the course and his friend, Gude, who usually supplied him with valuable chukuli in the exam hall, was not around for the lecture.

Apparently, he, like Victor, was tripping for the lovely Amina and did not wish to be called out as an 'odoyo' in front of his crush.

To be continued in later posts
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