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Jackossky:
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~Story of a quiet Yoruba Demon~
Chapter 13


It seems I have gotten the whole world wrapped in my palm. I got to the front of the mahogany building with the name 'Glorious High School' inscribed atop. I smiled, knowing what I wore.

I checked myself again and the funny looking dress still looks good on me.
I was lackadaisically cogitating if to enter or wait for Seyi that asked me to always wait for her around this axis


'Awon goons mi, Awon eruku mi, Awon loni ki ma para, to ni ki n keep cool mi... (My goons, my real loyalist, they told me not to get irked and to keep my cool...)

That was the song that blazed from my phone which I kept in my pocket.
I wasn't meant to bring my phone to the centre but there was this feeling that engulfed me this morning that made me to abet my initial plan of leaving it at home.

'Hello'

'Soldier, this is your instructor from base. What is your report status'

'Code Green. Agent 2147 en route to retrieve the package. Enemy fortress in sight. Permission to zero out sir'
There was reluctance at the other end of the call then the order came in

'Soldier, you are now Solo and if caught, the government of the US will declare you Excommunicado. Do you copy, I repeat, do you copy?'

I waited for some few seconds, looked around and then brazenly replied

'Roger that Major'

The call cuts.

Yes, you are all right. That's Isaac calling to know where I am and if I am with any implicating material. He reminded me that If caught, I will face the tune alone.

It's just our mode of communicating sometimes and we like it being cryptic. Most times, I assume the post of a Lieutenant while he is my A team special agent. The idiot reversed the role today but I was all smiles, given the elusive fact that he is no more in Lagos.

He went to Ogun State for his Waec Examination for reasons best known to you and I. One word 'Malpractice'.

Pocketing back my phone, I saw Seyi already running towards me as she delved into an apologetic and defensive stance on why she was late.

I just smiled and said nothing. Then the thought of her class teacher coursed through me like a tide of wave.

I have to make sure she doesn't sense or have any reason to ponder what I am going to ask her. So, like a maestro, I chose my words carefully as I began


'Seyi, I hope the teacher didn't punish you the other day'

'Oh, Mrs Vera, she didn't. She only asked me to stand up and after a while, she told me to sit back. I heard that among all other students, she only searched you'

Now, she was inquisitive asshe turned facing me

'Ooh, she did. She conjectured I was with an inexplicable material because when she came to invigilate prior the external invigilators, I was already through' I said, seeing her placated as I have gratified her with an honest answer.

'Emm Seyi, is she doing teaching practice or what?'

She laughed as she heard what I said and she continued again, other students gawking at us by the road side as we passed

'Miss Vera is the daughter of the Principal. She finished her NYSC three years ago and she was offered automatic employment by her petulant mum.

Her mum want her to take charge of the management of the school after she dies and she is very wicked' she submissively chipped in

.
.
'Tolu, why are you saying nothing or do you like her...'

Before a word could slip off my mouth, we had already gotten to the school gate as I waved her off. How can I tell her that her principal's daughter grabbed Panshan the other day?


I got to the class in which the exam is to be held, seeing my number ostensibly written on the chair '65', then I smiled. Curtsying a little to show a form of respect to my colleagues. I don't know why, I have been labelled as disrespectful while at home, the elders said I don't prostrate to pay obeisance to them.

It's only Mum that comes to rescue me in such moment, not after promising them I will be dealt with but still, I do curtsey, bow and nod my head when I see an elder or even a mate. This has become a reflex action and I can't help myself. My mum always say 'Greeting is a bribe'.

Curtsying always indicate to others that I am a genuine Yoruba boy.

Escaping my enormous thoughts, I remembered that We were to have Mathematics and I was all prepared. Back then in secondary school, Mathematics isn't my forte but I still come out victorious. Sometimes, it's cinching while most times, it's a convoluted equation that makes me throw jibes at the person who introduced Mathematics as a subject.

Before the exam, all 'undercover' ss3 students were asked to convene outside for a brief assembly.
I left my seat and was walking alongside Ahmed who was telling me how Mrs Vera looked for me the other day.

He even assured me that nothing is going to happen when he sensed fear emanating from me.

We got to the assembly ground and queued up, waiting for this bald man to finish his statement but out of all what he said, this was what captured my attention

'It is Pertinent for all of you to know that this School Is known for its uprightness and academic excellence. For decades, we have been churning out prodigies in various department and we won't for any reason, permit any of you to soil the goodwill we used years to built. Is that clear'

'Sir, yes sir' The whole student vociferated in unison.

Except the legends of course, legend like me. I was quite anxious standing because my mind had wandered into an abyss of thoughts.

Hearing Mrs Vera was looking for me spelt trouble and I don't know what to envision in the quandary I got myself into.
I kept surmising possible reasons she might be looking for me. Did I miss anything on the first date, did I fail to write my exam number? Or was it panshan?

The latter seems to be the plausible case but I was trying to convince myself that it didn't happen.


After convening at the assembly ground, we were given a compact calculator and told to wait inside after the assembly for the examination as the question papers are yet to arrive.

The man on the podium was invigoratingly dishing out instructions and I decided to listen to his annotations as he accentuated on it.

'Mathematics consist of paper 1 and paper 2. Paper 1 is for multiple choice questions while the paper 2 is the theoretical aspect. When you are through with paper 2, you will have to take a mid break of one hour and no one should go home because after that, you will still sit for your paper 1. Should anyone leave, he/ she should just forget about mathematics because there is nothing but... ' He roared

To be candid, that mid break was my best part and I was lucky to hear that piece, having to go on a compulsory one hour break is self gratifying and I was reeling in the euphoric feeling when a hand tapped me from behind.

Lo and behold, it was Miss Vera with a prim look on her face. She was dressed in a white T shirt, tucked into the ample skirt she wore and looked nothing less than corporate. What would have excited me more if not for the stature she possess and the rare 'Coca Cola' shape '60cl bottle' she was blessed with.

Seeing her made me disoriented and I was petrified she might make me a scape goat on the assembly ground.
How disheartening that would be?

'Senayon Tolu right?' She asked, her voice void of any emotion.

'Yes ma' I gnawingly responded

'After your first paper, meet me in my office' she ordered as she walked towards a class.

I was in awe seeing her leave, everything about her is amorously insidious. I wonder how the male teachers are able to cope with such daily temptation and I surreptitiously watched as her protruded butt swayed in a brazen demeanour.

Panshan already raised his head in acquiesce to my conjecture on what the sight just saw. I expeditiously closed my eyes and tried envisioning a rebarbative thought to suppress the urge of my licentious fantasy.


*********

The external invigilators came earlier than expected and the school was a bit tight. The math was tricky but still couldn't circumvent the grasp of my brilliance on it. For crying out loud, I used a whole year to prepare for this exam but there are some questions that looked foreign to my botched eyes.

After some time, the tension eased and the teachers have been able to to calm the external invigilators with some Red Labels and Black labels.

Right before my eyes, the bald man that was accentuating on honesty and academic excellence strolled buoyantly into the class with a list of names on a white sheet of paper which he was holding.

I was trying to demystify the mystery on why he is here as he was calling the names of some students.
That was when it hits me that the list contains 'Special' students.

I was surprised and later dishevelled knowing my name won't be among. My mum is hell of a disciplinarian and heaven helps you if you tell her you want to cheat your way into success.

'Akinsiku Ahmed, Oyewogbo Hafsat, John Tega, Bryte Tracy...' The bald man went on and on.

Jesus! So this girl that was forming pristine and conservative was already vitiated. You all should see the way she stood up with an Ineffable demeanour, readjusting her hijab with a captious smile.

Haa!!! Alhaji Ahmed. Even brother John that was exuding a sacrosanct behaviour. May God forgive us all.

Within me, I screamed. One would think this lots are uncorrupted but that would be an aberration to my fugacious disappointment in this man that was calling the names.

Should one see how he was accentuating on the importance of Godliness and probity, one wouldn't have a predilection that he is bereft of an iota of godliness.

It's already time for the one hour break when I saw Ahmed heading towards where I was. He was excited and I couldn't help but wonder how elated he must have been.

I would have been happy too if it was me and he already got closer when he broke the news

'Tolu, how far na? You dey dull ooo. I thought you were also among us.'

'What happened? I propitiously inquired

'Guy, the answers were already on the board and they were even begging us not to write everything' He cheerfully responded.

'Haaa, they even begged you guys not to write everything when there is someone in my hall who couldn't finish a question.'
Wanting to lambast they system, be cuts me short as he petitioned

'Tolu, won't you go and meet Mrs Vera'

That's true. It completely eluded me and I have been pondering whether to go or not

Ahmed looks pretty matured and he is an external student, I mean, he is writing the exam for the chairman of his local Government.

He told me he already had his result and business was booming because he was paid well to do the job.
There were also others like him. I just smiled and enjoyed his company. Seeing he is credible enough , I explained my woes to him.

'Chairmo, Tolu, you should have told me na. Almost everyone will die to have a chat wit Mrs Vera but you are here playing.
You know what, don't go today. Let me give you the scope... ' He continued.

Verily Verily I say unto you, Ahmed is a Badoo and his gimmicks was a master craft. I swear, this guy is a legend. He advised on me using the broom's tactics.

A broom is not appreciated when it is present in the room, but its absence stresses its importance.

Seeing I have someone to tutor me on the Pros and cons, I also joined in the frenzy mood making one to think I was among those taken to the special room.



I got to the Shop with an ecstatic feeling only to find Snr Chibuzo and Mr Gold looking dreary.

The institute looks scattered as if a war was fought in the hall.

Everything seems to have been turned upside down and when I asked what happened, I was made to know that Senior Roland already travelled to God knows where.

The woman whose document was laminated came in today with two soldiers who threatened Mr Gold that If her document is not seen, by next month, he would have himself to blame.

If not for the neighbours, Mr Gold would have already been punched.

Out of the ear shot of Mr Gold, Snr Chibuzo noted that Mr Gold was a punny and was just averring their statement by adding 'Sir' to whatever he is been told.

'See, Mr Gold had once been beaten by soldiers before when he was young. He went to the beach with his friends and they got into an altercation with a man. Before the man could say anything, they blessed him with a thunderous slap and unknown to them, the man was a soldier with his colleagues looking at what was transpiring.

After the slap, the colleagues made a dash for them and unfortunately, Mr Gold was the only one caught in the Web. To be succinct, he was beaten black and blue;red and yellow black and diamond and lastly, he was beaten Gold. Since then, he turned a new leaf and established 'The Golden's institute'... ' Snr Chibuzo narrated.



Wow, that was an adept insight as to why Mr Gold had a phobia for Soldiers. Hahahahha


I joined in the party to look for the document but it was evident that the woman's file isn't in the institute. I mean, we checked every nooks and cranny; uncollected files one after the other, we checked the storage, under the cushions, the computers, even the fridge.

Calling Roland's number is a futile effort. Roland stayed with his Grandma � who says her grandchild just packed out of the house. I bet Roland knew this was coming.

Like a prophet, he already foresee the dangers and that's the only plausible reason he absquatulated from home.

What baffled me was that I overheard Mr Gold saying the Soldier that flogged him back then was the same man the xanthippe woman brought.

To be sincere, it's a deja vu and what can be more mind boggling than that if not for the fact that he was given an ULTIMATUM.

I got early to the school for the next exam . Stares from different student and I surmised maybe I am the one that's too apprehensive.

I literally felt everyone's eyes gawking at me and at the front of the class was Mrs Vera motioning me to come forward.

Readjusting my school Uniform, I strode forward to meet Mrs Vera. I knew she was angry at me and it's ostensibly inscribed on her face as I jammed the door.


Wow, her office is a spacious executive compartment painted in cream colour. The Air Conditioner was doing it's job and a large table, not taller than an average office stood was comfortable placed at the centre of the office. Files ranging from green, blue, white were all placed neatly on the table and a desktop computer could be seen sitting effortless on it.

The ground was tiled and the office would make a banker drool to be a teacher. One can say, she is living the life.

'Are you done assessing my office?' Her voice nudged me off the subconscious and I became active and aware of where I was.

I didn't jitter and was waiting to hear what this angel, I mean teacher had to say.


'Come over here' she ordered.

'Do you have any material in your pocket' She muttered, motioning me come forward.

'No ma... I...' I stammered and walked towards her as she dipped her hands into my pocket.

This time around, I was sure she had Panshan in custody and amidst the situation, Panshan still obliged her request by getting stiffened in a bid to respond to her hand touch.

'You see, you are in school and...' she seductively licked her lips as Panshan has arose in its utmost furry. The trouser I was putting on submerged Panshan's decision to be freed but still it can't suppress the budge. Miss Vera grazed her hand pass Panshan again, shifting me closer and I intended to touch her b**bs when my hands were met with a smack.

She obviously don't want me to touch her and when I thought she is going to free Panshan out to have a feel, she abruptly said

'After the exam, come back here and don't tell anyone'

It seems she like domineering and that's a dilemma because I don't like being subjugated either.


Still, my heart fluttered in elation.

*After exam it is...*


#Yoruba_Demon
#Sola
#Rugby_Team

I hereby dedicate this piece to Bluehaven, Artzdanielsz xoxocandy, zoeyj, Aphroditee eazykolobo.

Jackossky:
*INSATIABLE*
~Story of a quiet Yoruba Demon~
Chapter 13


It seems I have gotten the whole world wrapped in my palm. I got to the front of the mahogany building with the name 'Glorious High School' inscribed atop. I smiled, knowing what I wore.

I checked myself again and the funny looking dress still looks good on me.
I was lackadaisically cogitating if to enter or wait for Seyi that asked me to always wait for her around this axis


'Awon goons mi, Awon eruku mi, Awon loni ki ma para, to ni ki n keep cool mi... (My goons, my real loyalist, they told me not to get irked and to keep my cool...)

That was the song that blazed from my phone which I kept in my pocket.
I wasn't meant to bring my phone to the centre but there was this feeling that engulfed me this morning that made me to abet my initial plan of leaving it at home.

'Hello'

'Soldier, this is your instructor from base. What is your report status'

'Code Green. Agent 2147 en route to retrieve the package. Enemy fortress in sight. Permission to zero out sir'
There was reluctance at the other end of the call then the order came in

'Soldier, you are now Solo and if caught, the government of the US will declare you Excommunicado. Do you copy, I repeat, do you copy?'

I waited for some few seconds, looked around and then brazenly replied

'Roger that Major'

The call cuts.

Yes, you are all right. That's Isaac calling to know where I am and if I am with any implicating material. He reminded me that If caught, I will face the tune alone.

It's just our mode of communicating sometimes and we like it being cryptic. Most times, I assume the post of a Lieutenant while he is my A team special agent. The idiot reversed the role today but I was all smiles, given the elusive fact that he is no more in Lagos.

He went to Ogun State for his Waec Examination for reasons best known to you and I. One word 'Malpractice'.

Pocketing back my phone, I saw Seyi already running towards me as she delved into an apologetic and defensive stance on why she was late.

I just smiled and said nothing. Then the thought of her class teacher coursed through me like a tide of wave.

I have to make sure she doesn't sense or have any reason to ponder what I am going to ask her. So, like a maestro, I chose my words carefully as I began


'Seyi, I hope the teacher didn't punish you the other day'

'Oh, Mrs Vera, she didn't. She only asked me to stand up and after a while, she told me to sit back. I heard that among all other students, she only searched you'

Now, she was inquisitive asshe turned facing me

'Ooh, she did. She conjectured I was with an inexplicable material because when she came to invigilate prior the external invigilators, I was already through' I said, seeing her placated as I have gratified her with an honest answer.

'Emm Seyi, is she doing teaching practice or what?'

She laughed as she heard what I said and she continued again, other students gawking at us by the road side as we passed

'Miss Vera is the daughter of the Principal. She finished her NYSC three years ago and she was offered automatic employment by her petulant mum.

Her mum want her to take charge of the management of the school after she dies and she is very wicked' she submissively chipped in

.
.
'Tolu, why are you saying nothing or do you like her...'

Before a word could slip off my mouth, we had already gotten to the school gate as I waved her off. How can I tell her that her principal's daughter grabbed Panshan the other day?


I got to the class in which the exam is to be held, seeing my number ostensibly written on the chair '65', then I smiled. Curtsying a little to show a form of respect to my colleagues. I don't know why, I have been labelled as disrespectful while at home, the elders said I don't prostrate to pay obeisance to them.

It's only Mum that comes to rescue me in such moment, not after promising them I will be dealt with but still, I do curtsey, bow and nod my head when I see an elder or even a mate. This has become a reflex action and I can't help myself. My mum always say 'Greeting is a bribe'.

Curtsying always indicate to others that I am a genuine Yoruba boy.

Escaping my enormous thoughts, I remembered that We were to have Mathematics and I was all prepared. Back then in secondary school, Mathematics isn't my forte but I still come out victorious. Sometimes, it's cinching while most times, it's a convoluted equation that makes me throw jibes at the person who introduced Mathematics as a subject.

Before the exam, all 'undercover' ss3 students were asked to convene outside for a brief assembly.
I left my seat and was walking alongside Ahmed who was telling me how Mrs Vera looked for me the other day.

He even assured me that nothing is going to happen when he sensed fear emanating from me.

We got to the assembly ground and queued up, waiting for this bald man to finish his statement but out of all what he said, this was what captured my attention

'It is Pertinent for all of you to know that this School Is known for its uprightness and academic excellence. For decades, we have been churning out prodigies in various department and we won't for any reason, permit any of you to soil the goodwill we used years to built. Is that clear'

'Sir, yes sir' The whole student vociferated in unison.

Except the legends of course, legend like me. I was quite anxious standing because my mind had wandered into an abyss of thoughts.

Hearing Mrs Vera was looking for me spelt trouble and I don't know what to envision in the quandary I got myself into.
I kept surmising possible reasons she might be looking for me. Did I miss anything on the first date, did I fail to write my exam number? Or was it panshan?

The latter seems to be the plausible case but I was trying to convince myself that it didn't happen.


After convening at the assembly ground, we were given a compact calculator and told to wait inside after the assembly for the examination as the question papers are yet to arrive.

The man on the podium was invigoratingly dishing out instructions and I decided to listen to his annotations as he accentuated on it.

'Mathematics consist of paper 1 and paper 2. Paper 1 is for multiple choice questions while the paper 2 is the theoretical aspect. When you are through with paper 2, you will have to take a mid break of one hour and no one should go home because after that, you will still sit for your paper 1. Should anyone leave, he/ she should just forget about mathematics because there is nothing but... ' He roared

To be candid, that mid break was my best part and I was lucky to hear that piece, having to go on a compulsory one hour break is self gratifying and I was reeling in the euphoric feeling when a hand tapped me from behind.

Lo and behold, it was Miss Vera with a prim look on her face. She was dressed in a white T shirt, tucked into the ample skirt she wore and looked nothing less than corporate. What would have excited me more if not for the stature she possess and the rare 'Coca Cola' shape '60cl bottle' she was blessed with.

Seeing her made me disoriented and I was petrified she might make me a scape goat on the assembly ground.
How disheartening that would be?

'Senayon Tolu right?' She asked, her voice void of any emotion.

'Yes ma' I gnawingly responded

'After your first paper, meet me in my office' she ordered as she walked towards a class.

I was in awe seeing her leave, everything about her is amorously insidious. I wonder how the male teachers are able to cope with such daily temptation and I surreptitiously watched as her protruded butt swayed in a brazen demeanour.

Panshan already raised his head in acquiesce to my conjecture on what the sight just saw. I expeditiously closed my eyes and tried envisioning a rebarbative thought to suppress the urge of my licentious fantasy.


*********

The external invigilators came earlier than expected and the school was a bit tight. The math was tricky but still couldn't circumvent the grasp of my brilliance on it. For crying out loud, I used a whole year to prepare for this exam but there are some questions that looked foreign to my botched eyes.

After some time, the tension eased and the teachers have been able to to calm the external invigilators with some Red Labels and Black labels.

Right before my eyes, the bald man that was accentuating on honesty and academic excellence strolled buoyantly into the class with a list of names on a white sheet of paper which he was holding.

I was trying to demystify the mystery on why he is here as he was calling the names of some students.
That was when it hits me that the list contains 'Special' students.

I was surprised and later dishevelled knowing my name won't be among. My mum is hell of a disciplinarian and heaven helps you if you tell her you want to cheat your way into success.

'Akinsiku Ahmed, Oyewogbo Hafsat, John Tega, Bryte Tracy...' The bald man went on and on.

Jesus! So this girl that was forming pristine and conservative was already vitiated. You all should see the way she stood up with an Ineffable demeanour, readjusting her hijab with a captious smile.

Haa!!! Alhaji Ahmed. Even brother John that was exuding a sacrosanct behaviour. May God forgive us all.

Within me, I screamed. One would think this lots are uncorrupted but that would be an aberration to my fugacious disappointment in this man that was calling the names.

Should one see how he was accentuating on the importance of Godliness and probity, one wouldn't have a predilection that he is bereft of an iota of godliness.

It's already time for the one hour break when I saw Ahmed heading towards where I was. He was excited and I couldn't help but wonder how elated he must have been.

I would have been happy too if it was me and he already got closer when he broke the news

'Tolu, how far na? You dey dull ooo. I thought you were also among us.'

'What happened? I propitiously inquired

'Guy, the answers were already on the board and they were even begging us not to write everything' He cheerfully responded.

'Haaa, they even begged you guys not to write everything when there is someone in my hall who couldn't finish a question.'
Wanting to lambast they system, be cuts me short as he petitioned

'Tolu, won't you go and meet Mrs Vera'

That's true. It completely eluded me and I have been pondering whether to go or not

Ahmed looks pretty matured and he is an external student, I mean, he is writing the exam for the chairman of his local Government.

He told me he already had his result and business was booming because he was paid well to do the job.
There were also others like him. I just smiled and enjoyed his company. Seeing he is credible enough , I explained my woes to him.

'Chairmo, Tolu, you should have told me na. Almost everyone will die to have a chat wit Mrs Vera but you are here playing.
You know what, don't go today. Let me give you the scope... ' He continued.

Verily Verily I say unto you, Ahmed is a Badoo and his gimmicks was a master craft. I swear, this guy is a legend. He advised on me using the broom's tactics.

A broom is not appreciated when it is present in the room, but its absence stresses its importance.

Seeing I have someone to tutor me on the Pros and cons, I also joined in the frenzy mood making one to think I was among those taken to the special room.



I got to the Shop with an ecstatic feeling only to find Snr Chibuzo and Mr Gold looking dreary.

The institute looks scattered as if a war was fought in the hall.

Everything seems to have been turned upside down and when I asked what happened, I was made to know that Senior Roland already travelled to God knows where.

The woman whose document was laminated came in today with two soldiers who threatened Mr Gold that If her document is not seen, by next month, he would have himself to blame.

If not for the neighbours, Mr Gold would have already been punched.

Out of the ear shot of Mr Gold, Snr Chibuzo noted that Mr Gold was a punny and was just averring their statement by adding 'Sir' to whatever he is been told.

'See, Mr Gold had once been beaten by soldiers before when he was young. He went to the beach with his friends and they got into an altercation with a man. Before the man could say anything, they blessed him with a thunderous slap and unknown to them, the man was a soldier with his colleagues looking at what was transpiring.

After the slap, the colleagues made a dash for them and unfortunately, Mr Gold was the only one caught in the Web. To be succinct, he was beaten black and blue;red and yellow black and diamond and lastly, he was beaten Gold. Since then, he turned a new leaf and established 'The Golden's institute'... ' Snr Chibuzo narrated.



Wow, that was an adept insight as to why Mr Gold had a phobia for Soldiers. Hahahahha


I joined in the party to look for the document but it was evident that the woman's file isn't in the institute. I mean, we checked every nooks and cranny; uncollected files one after the other, we checked the storage, under the cushions, the computers, even the fridge.

Calling Roland's number is a futile effort. Roland stayed with his Grandma � who says her grandchild just packed out of the house. I bet Roland knew this was coming.

Like a prophet, he already foresee the dangers and that's the only plausible reason he absquatulated from home.

What baffled me was that I overheard Mr Gold saying the Soldier that flogged him back then was the same man the xanthippe woman brought.

To be sincere, it's a deja vu and what can be more mind boggling than that if not for the fact that he was given an ULTIMATUM.

I got early to the school for the next exam . Stares from different student and I surmised maybe I am the one that's too apprehensive.

I literally felt everyone's eyes gawking at me and at the front of the class was Mrs Vera motioning me to come forward.

Readjusting my school Uniform, I strode forward to meet Mrs Vera. I knew she was angry at me and it's ostensibly inscribed on her face as I jammed the door.


Wow, her office is a spacious executive compartment painted in cream colour. The Air Conditioner was doing it's job and a large table, not taller than an average office stood was comfortable placed at the centre of the office. Files ranging from green, blue, white were all placed neatly on the table and a desktop computer could be seen sitting effortless on it.

The ground was tiled and the office would make a banker drool to be a teacher. One can say, she is living the life.

'Are you done assessing my office?' Her voice nudged me off the subconscious and I became active and aware of where I was.

I didn't jitter and was waiting to hear what this angel, I mean teacher had to say.


'Come over here' she ordered.

'Do you have any material in your pocket' She muttered, motioning me come forward.

'No ma... I...' I stammered and walked towards her as she dipped her hands into my pocket.

This time around, I was sure she had Panshan in custody and amidst the situation, Panshan still obliged her request by getting stiffened in a bid to respond to her hand touch.

'You see, you are in school and...' she seductively licked her lips as Panshan has arose in its utmost furry. The trouser I was putting on submerged Panshan's decision to be freed but still it can't suppress the budge. Miss Vera grazed her hand pass Panshan again, shifting me closer and I intended to touch her b**bs when my hands were met with a smack.

She obviously don't want me to touch her and when I thought she is going to free Panshan out to have a feel, she abruptly said

'After the exam, come back here and don't tell anyone'

It seems she like domineering and that's a dilemma because I don't like being subjugated either.


Still, my heart fluttered in elation.

*After exam it is...*


#Yoruba_Demon
#Sola
#Rugby_Team

I hereby dedicate this piece to Bluehaven, Artzdanielsz xoxocandy, zoeyj, Aphroditee eazykolobo.

Jackossky:
*INSATIABLE*
~Story of a quiet Yoruba Demon~
Chapter 13


It seems I have gotten the whole world wrapped in my palm. I got to the front of the mahogany building with the name 'Glorious High School' inscribed atop. I smiled, knowing what I wore.

I checked myself again and the funny looking dress still looks good on me.
I was lackadaisically cogitating if to enter or wait for Seyi that asked me to always wait for her around this axis


'Awon goons mi, Awon eruku mi, Awon loni ki ma para, to ni ki n keep cool mi... (My goons, my real loyalist, they told me not to get irked and to keep my cool...)

That was the song that blazed from my phone which I kept in my pocket.
I wasn't meant to bring my phone to the centre but there was this feeling that engulfed me this morning that made me to abet my initial plan of leaving it at home.

'Hello'

'Soldier, this is your instructor from base. What is your report status'

'Code Green. Agent 2147 en route to retrieve the package. Enemy fortress in sight. Permission to zero out sir'
There was reluctance at the other end of the call then the order came in

'Soldier, you are now Solo and if caught, the government of the US will declare you Excommunicado. Do you copy, I repeat, do you copy?'

I waited for some few seconds, looked around and then brazenly replied

'Roger that Major'

The call cuts.

Yes, you are all right. That's Isaac calling to know where I am and if I am with any implicating material. He reminded me that If caught, I will face the tune alone.

It's just our mode of communicating sometimes and we like it being cryptic. Most times, I assume the post of a Lieutenant while he is my A team special agent. The idiot reversed the role today but I was all smiles, given the elusive fact that he is no more in Lagos.

He went to Ogun State for his Waec Examination for reasons best known to you and I. One word 'Malpractice'.

Pocketing back my phone, I saw Seyi already running towards me as she delved into an apologetic and defensive stance on why she was late.

I just smiled and said nothing. Then the thought of her class teacher coursed through me like a tide of wave.

I have to make sure she doesn't sense or have any reason to ponder what I am going to ask her. So, like a maestro, I chose my words carefully as I began


'Seyi, I hope the teacher didn't punish you the other day'

'Oh, Mrs Vera, she didn't. She only asked me to stand up and after a while, she told me to sit back. I heard that among all other students, she only searched you'

Now, she was inquisitive asshe turned facing me

'Ooh, she did. She conjectured I was with an inexplicable material because when she came to invigilate prior the external invigilators, I was already through' I said, seeing her placated as I have gratified her with an honest answer.

'Emm Seyi, is she doing teaching practice or what?'

She laughed as she heard what I said and she continued again, other students gawking at us by the road side as we passed

'Miss Vera is the daughter of the Principal. She finished her NYSC three years ago and she was offered automatic employment by her petulant mum.

Her mum want her to take charge of the management of the school after she dies and she is very wicked' she submissively chipped in

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'Tolu, why are you saying nothing or do you like her...'

Before a word could slip off my mouth, we had already gotten to the school gate as I waved her off. How can I tell her that her principal's daughter grabbed Panshan the other day?


I got to the class in which the exam is to be held, seeing my number ostensibly written on the chair '65', then I smiled. Curtsying a little to show a form of respect to my colleagues. I don't know why, I have been labelled as disrespectful while at home, the elders said I don't prostrate to pay obeisance to them.

It's only Mum that comes to rescue me in such moment, not after promising them I will be dealt with but still, I do curtsey, bow and nod my head when I see an elder or even a mate. This has become a reflex action and I can't help myself. My mum always say 'Greeting is a bribe'.

Curtsying always indicate to others that I am a genuine Yoruba boy.

Escaping my enormous thoughts, I remembered that We were to have Mathematics and I was all prepared. Back then in secondary school, Mathematics isn't my forte but I still come out victorious. Sometimes, it's cinching while most times, it's a convoluted equation that makes me throw jibes at the person who introduced Mathematics as a subject.

Before the exam, all 'undercover' ss3 students were asked to convene outside for a brief assembly.
I left my seat and was walking alongside Ahmed who was telling me how Mrs Vera looked for me the other day.

He even assured me that nothing is going to happen when he sensed fear emanating from me.

We got to the assembly ground and queued up, waiting for this bald man to finish his statement but out of all what he said, this was what captured my attention

'It is Pertinent for all of you to know that this School Is known for its uprightness and academic excellence. For decades, we have been churning out prodigies in various department and we won't for any reason, permit any of you to soil the goodwill we used years to built. Is that clear'

'Sir, yes sir' The whole student vociferated in unison.

Except the legends of course, legend like me. I was quite anxious standing because my mind had wandered into an abyss of thoughts.

Hearing Mrs Vera was looking for me spelt trouble and I don't know what to envision in the quandary I got myself into.
I kept surmising possible reasons she might be looking for me. Did I miss anything on the first date, did I fail to write my exam number? Or was it panshan?

The latter seems to be the plausible case but I was trying to convince myself that it didn't happen.


After convening at the assembly ground, we were given a compact calculator and told to wait inside after the assembly for the examination as the question papers are yet to arrive.

The man on the podium was invigoratingly dishing out instructions and I decided to listen to his annotations as he accentuated on it.

'Mathematics consist of paper 1 and paper 2. Paper 1 is for multiple choice questions while the paper 2 is the theoretical aspect. When you are through with paper 2, you will have to take a mid break of one hour and no one should go home because after that, you will still sit for your paper 1. Should anyone leave, he/ she should just forget about mathematics because there is nothing but... ' He roared

To be candid, that mid break was my best part and I was lucky to hear that piece, having to go on a compulsory one hour break is self gratifying and I was reeling in the euphoric feeling when a hand tapped me from behind.

Lo and behold, it was Miss Vera with a prim look on her face. She was dressed in a white T shirt, tucked into the ample skirt she wore and looked nothing less than corporate. What would have excited me more if not for the stature she possess and the rare 'Coca Cola' shape '60cl bottle' she was blessed with.

Seeing her made me disoriented and I was petrified she might make me a scape goat on the assembly ground.
How disheartening that would be?

'Senayon Tolu right?' She asked, her voice void of any emotion.

'Yes ma' I gnawingly responded

'After your first paper, meet me in my office' she ordered as she walked towards a class.

I was in awe seeing her leave, everything about her is amorously insidious. I wonder how the male teachers are able to cope with such daily temptation and I surreptitiously watched as her protruded butt swayed in a brazen demeanour.

Panshan already raised his head in acquiesce to my conjecture on what the sight just saw. I expeditiously closed my eyes and tried envisioning a rebarbative thought to suppress the urge of my licentious fantasy.


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The external invigilators came earlier than expected and the school was a bit tight. The math was tricky but still couldn't circumvent the grasp of my brilliance on it. For crying out loud, I used a whole year to prepare for this exam but there are some questions that looked foreign to my botched eyes.

After some time, the tension eased and the teachers have been able to to calm the external invigilators with some Red Labels and Black labels.

Right before my eyes, the bald man that was accentuating on honesty and academic excellence strolled buoyantly into the class with a list of names on a white sheet of paper which he was holding.

I was trying to demystify the mystery on why he is here as he was calling the names of some students.
That was when it hits me that the list contains 'Special' students.

I was surprised and later dishevelled knowing my name won't be among. My mum is hell of a disciplinarian and heaven helps you if you tell her you want to cheat your way into success.

'Akinsiku Ahmed, Oyewogbo Hafsat, John Tega, Bryte Tracy...' The bald man went on and on.

Jesus! So this girl that was forming pristine and conservative was already vitiated. You all should see the way she stood up with an Ineffable demeanour, readjusting her hijab with a captious smile.

Haa!!! Alhaji Ahmed. Even brother John that was exuding a sacrosanct behaviour. May God forgive us all.

Within me, I screamed. One would think this lots are uncorrupted but that would be an aberration to my fugacious disappointment in this man that was calling the names.

Should one see how he was accentuating on the importance of Godliness and probity, one wouldn't have a predilection that he is bereft of an iota of godliness.

It's already time for the one hour break when I saw Ahmed heading towards where I was. He was excited and I couldn't help but wonder how elated he must have been.

I would have been happy too if it was me and he already got closer when he broke the news

'Tolu, how far na? You dey dull ooo. I thought you were also among us.'

'What happened? I propitiously inquired

'Guy, the answers were already on the board and they were even begging us not to write everything' He cheerfully responded.

'Haaa, they even begged you guys not to write everything when there is someone in my hall who couldn't finish a question.'
Wanting to lambast they system, be cuts me short as he petitioned

'Tolu, won't you go and meet Mrs Vera'

That's true. It completely eluded me and I have been pondering whether to go or not

Ahmed looks pretty matured and he is an external student, I mean, he is writing the exam for the chairman of his local Government.

He told me he already had his result and business was booming because he was paid well to do the job.
There were also others like him. I just smiled and enjoyed his company. Seeing he is credible enough , I explained my woes to him.

'Chairmo, Tolu, you should have told me na. Almost everyone will die to have a chat wit Mrs Vera but you are here playing.
You know what, don't go today. Let me give you the scope... ' He continued.

Verily Verily I say unto you, Ahmed is a Badoo and his gimmicks was a master craft. I swear, this guy is a legend. He advised on me using the broom's tactics.

A broom is not appreciated when it is present in the room, but its absence stresses its importance.

Seeing I have someone to tutor me on the Pros and cons, I also joined in the frenzy mood making one to think I was among those taken to the special room.



I got to the Shop with an ecstatic feeling only to find Snr Chibuzo and Mr Gold looking dreary.

The institute looks scattered as if a war was fought in the hall.

Everything seems to have been turned upside down and when I asked what happened, I was made to know that Senior Roland already travelled to God knows where.

The woman whose document was laminated came in today with two soldiers who threatened Mr Gold that If her document is not seen, by next month, he would have himself to blame.

If not for the neighbours, Mr Gold would have already been punched.

Out of the ear shot of Mr Gold, Snr Chibuzo noted that Mr Gold was a punny and was just averring their statement by adding 'Sir' to whatever he is been told.

'See, Mr Gold had once been beaten by soldiers before when he was young. He went to the beach with his friends and they got into an altercation with a man. Before the man could say anything, they blessed him with a thunderous slap and unknown to them, the man was a soldier with his colleagues looking at what was transpiring.

After the slap, the colleagues made a dash for them and unfortunately, Mr Gold was the only one caught in the Web. To be succinct, he was beaten black and blue;red and yellow black and diamond and lastly, he was beaten Gold. Since then, he turned a new leaf and established 'The Golden's institute'... ' Snr Chibuzo narrated.



Wow, that was an adept insight as to why Mr Gold had a phobia for Soldiers. Hahahahha


I joined in the party to look for the document but it was evident that the woman's file isn't in the institute. I mean, we checked every nooks and cranny; uncollected files one after the other, we checked the storage, under the cushions, the computers, even the fridge.

Calling Roland's number is a futile effort. Roland stayed with his Grandma � who says her grandchild just packed out of the house. I bet Roland knew this was coming.

Like a prophet, he already foresee the dangers and that's the only plausible reason he absquatulated from home.

What baffled me was that I overheard Mr Gold saying the Soldier that flogged him back then was the same man the xanthippe woman brought.

To be sincere, it's a deja vu and what can be more mind boggling than that if not for the fact that he was given an ULTIMATUM.

I got early to the school for the next exam . Stares from different student and I surmised maybe I am the one that's too apprehensive.

I literally felt everyone's eyes gawking at me and at the front of the class was Mrs Vera motioning me to come forward.

Readjusting my school Uniform, I strode forward to meet Mrs Vera. I knew she was angry at me and it's ostensibly inscribed on her face as I jammed the door.


Wow, her office is a spacious executive compartment painted in cream colour. The Air Conditioner was doing it's job and a large table, not taller than an average office stood was comfortable placed at the centre of the office. Files ranging from green, blue, white were all placed neatly on the table and a desktop computer could be seen sitting effortless on it.

The ground was tiled and the office would make a banker drool to be a teacher. One can say, she is living the life.

'Are you done assessing my office?' Her voice nudged me off the subconscious and I became active and aware of where I was.

I didn't jitter and was waiting to hear what this angel, I mean teacher had to say.


'Come over here' she ordered.

'Do you have any material in your pocket' She muttered, motioning me come forward.

'No ma... I...' I stammered and walked towards her as she dipped her hands into my pocket.

This time around, I was sure she had Panshan in custody and amidst the situation, Panshan still obliged her request by getting stiffened in a bid to respond to her hand touch.

'You see, you are in school and...' she seductively licked her lips as Panshan has arose in its utmost furry. The trouser I was putting on submerged Panshan's decision to be freed but still it can't suppress the budge. Miss Vera grazed her hand pass Panshan again, shifting me closer and I intended to touch her b**bs when my hands were met with a smack.

She obviously don't want me to touch her and when I thought she is going to free Panshan out to have a feel, she abruptly said

'After the exam, come back here and don't tell anyone'

It seems she like domineering and that's a dilemma because I don't like being subjugated either.


Still, my heart fluttered in elation.

*After exam it is...*


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I hereby dedicate this piece to Bluehaven, Artzdanielsz xoxocandy, zoeyj, Aphroditee eazykolobo.

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Continues 2020...