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Mike was taking some of the junior students on labour duties when Onos and Dayo came up to him.
“Hey, Mike, are you still working?” Dayo asked snacking on a pie while Onos drank his soft drink.
“Sorry, guys I’m still working right now. I have to get these juniors to clean this lab before I can leave here.”
“But you have almost missed break period?” said Onos.
“I know, it’s because these juniors are being so slow.” Mike complained.
“They are slow because they don’t respect you, Michael. You are so skinny and gentle. The seniors we have in our junior years were huge like gladiators and they were scary." Dayo said.
"Mean too!" Onos chipped in.
"If they had ordered us to clean this lab, we would have done so under five minutes back then.” Said Dayo. "Maybe if you  smack them around a bit they might be quicker with it."
“Yes, or...Michael. Perhaps if you did more egesting of food than brainstorming with your books you would become big and scary too.” Onos advised.
“I will seize that dictionary if you don’t stop talking like Professor Wole Soyinka.” Threatened Dayo. “Anyway, are we going to hang out after closing?”
“I’m sorry guys I promised Angela that I would tutor her afterwards.”
“You say wetin?”
“Come again?” the boys asked taken aback.
“Erm, you guys know I’m tutoring Angela right? So I promised to tutor her after closing because she misses a lot of classes these days.”
“Wait, so let me get this straight. After closing, you and Angela are going to be alone in class?” Dayo asked looking funny.
“Erm… yes, I guess. Some students are usually outside the class loitering about though. It’s not like we would be completely alone.”
“Miko!”
“Mikey!” they hailed.
“We should have known.” Onos said.
“Abi?” asked Dayo.
“When you refused to befriend any girl in school, we thought you wanted to become a priest. We never knew you were only saving yourself for the best looking girl in our set.”
“What! Come on, it's not like that at all, you monkeys!”
“Call us whatever name you wish. The fact remains that you will be alone, in a confined space, with one of the prettiest girls in school talking about…” Onos explained
“Tutoring...” Mike corrected.
“Tutoring on maybe biology? The various aspects of male and female nature, hormones…organs of the body…and other privates!” said Onos.
Mike once again embarrassed by his friends interrupted said “Hey! Stop that!.” The boys were laughing at him thoroughly enjoying their fun.
“Stop laughing, abeg. You guys know I didn’t plan this, you were there when she came to me!” he said exhausted.
“It’s alright, Michael. We were just messing with you. Look, it's ok to help the girl in her books… we understand, really. Just remember when you get to biology, make sure you avoid...sexual reproduction.
“You guys are hopeless; you know that?” he shrugged.
Suddenly from nowhere, a man showed up running and screaming “CALL THE POLICE! SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!” He saw the three boys and he ran up to them. He grabbed Onos and shouted to him; “CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE POLICE!” And as suddenly as the man came up to them, another one showed up with a cane and began flogging the first man thoroughly like he stole something.
“YEEE!” he screamed “SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE O!” and ran off with the other man in pursuit.
“Who… what just happened.” Onos asked stunned.
“I think that was Mr Raimi, our Economics teacher.” Michael said.
“And that man flogging him was brother Mogbeyi also known in town as Iroko, an old student of this school. He is Nike’s brother.” informed Dayo.
“Okay! Hey, that guy was like a terrorist when he was a senior here!" said Onos
“Yeah, so… should we go... get the police?” asked Michael.
“Which police? They won’t come. They stopped coming here years ago. They said half our students are criminals.” and the three boys departed laughing. It was just another typical week at Wayward High School.

 
When Mike found Angela in class afterwards for their tutorial she was sleeping with her head on a desk. And for the first time, he took his time to have a good look at her. She was pretty, it was obvious, he already knew she was pretty but he never noticed how pretty she was. To him all girls were pretty. But now after what his friends had told him, he realised that she really was the prettiest girl in class. She may even be the prettiest girl in their school. Michael had been warned not to get distracted by girls by his parents and so he had always tried not to focus on them much. But after seeing Angela clearly right now, alone in class. He realised what a big distraction Angela really was. Merely looking at her affected him somewhat. He felt drawn to her face and focused on every hair strand, every cheekbone arch and every line on her lips.
Slowly some wave washed upon him and he felt his chest tighten slightly. His heart began racing, his hands steadily became sweaty and he grew weak in the knees.
“What is wrong with me? Am I sick?” He steadied himself to not fall. “It’s not like I haven’t seen a fine girl before? Why am I reacting like this?”
He looked again and saw it. What made him react so to her. He was amazed that he hadn’t noticed it before but then he never really looking at her directly. He always averted his eyes and never truly looked her in the face or in her eyes directly as he was too shy to do so. But with her sleeping soundly there he saw it. She was pretty in a very particular way, even though she had a small acne problem and had pimples all over her face, she was still very pretty in the way that Michael was attracted to. Similar to the way people are drawn to a particular food, or clothing or car. Her prettiness was exactly the way that Michael fancied. It was almost like her face was moulded to suit Michael’s taste. She so was his type. And he felt himself being drawn to her in a totally different way that was more than their platonic arrangement.
“Wow!” he said out loud and she stirred and woke up.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mike. Have you been waiting for me long?” she said stretching.
“No, no I just got here.” He said not knowing exactly how long he had been staring at her. It felt like he had been staring for a lifetime.
“So… uhn what do you want to do today?”
“Well, since I missed some of the classes yesterday I was hoping we could go over Biology…”
“NO!” he snapped.
“I’m sorry… just anything but that today. How about Chemistry?”
“Okay.”
“Great, yes. Well, we could go over the sexual reactions… I mean CHEMICAL REACTIONS!” he corrected himself.
“Mike, are you alright?” she asked.
“Sorry, I’m fine. I’ve just been talking to my crazy friends.” He said shaking his head. "When I get my hands on those guys." he mumbled leaving her even more puzzled.
“But what about you?” he asked. “You have been coming to school very late these days and most of the time you look tired. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I just had some chores at home to do that’s all.”
“Are you sure? If there’s anything I can do. I would like to help.” Michael said, surprising even himself. After already tutoring her, he was promising to help her even more. He didn’t know how he would be able to help her if she had a serious problem. He didn’t have money or any kind of power but here he was offering his help not knowing how he would be able to do so.
“It’s nothing, Mike. I’m fine really.” She insisted saying.
“Okay, if you insist.” He said. But for some reason, he was disappointed. He wanted to know what the problem really was. He wanted to hear it. To know more about her and her personal life. He didn’t want her to be just another classmate that he tutored after school. He wanted to know more of her, to see her as more than just another abstract classmate but instead... maybe a friend.
“But why do I feel this way?” he thought to himself. "Dad was right, girls are a total distraction."

Adesokan Abdulafeez
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Hey guys!
So sorry for the late update. My laptop's battery caught the virus and died on me. Anyways enjoy this. Its a long one.

Angela was late for school again. She was walking as fast as she could but she had already missed one period and was already about to miss the second one completely. When she got to the school gate she saw to her surprise, two boys, students sneaking out of the school gate. They gave the gateman some money which he quickly pocketed and closed the gate behind them. Angela ran up to the gate and knocked on it before the security closed it completely.

"Baba, good morning. Please open the gate." when he peeped at her through a gap between the gates and opened it for her.

"You come late again, go inside." he told her with a stern face. In her junior years, she had been terrified of Baba Legba's eyes. It always looked frozen in a stern countenance that reminded her of a dead fish. But after seeing that dead fish face break into smiles like summer sunshine thawing away winter, whenever a student tipped him, she wasn't afraid of him so much.

She thanked him and entered the school compound, walking away briskly to her class. She saw many students out of class loitering about and was about to enter her own class when the teacher came out.

"Are you just coming?" he asked.

"Umm... yes sir."

"Have you seen the time? Why are you so late? Every time, you come late why?" glared Mr Raimi, the Economics teacher.

"Umm... well..."

"Can't you talk?" he barked "Mtchew! Get out of my way, only stupid girls in this class."  and with that, he roughly brushed past her.

"Hey, you! Why are you all out of your classes, is it break time yet?" he barked at the loitering students. Angela entered the class, which was already so rowdy you wouldn't believe a teacher had just left. She went to her small group of the only girls in the class and found them talking about shows.

"And so Sola became rich and that's when he left his wife for Toyin, his girlfriend." Justina the plumb one and storyteller amongst the girls was saying.

"Oh my God! And after she suffered with him too! Some men deserve generational curses." Morenike the ghetto diva said.

"Hey, Angela, you came!" said Ada the third of the girls and the most boy crazed of them all chimed in.

"Sure, hey girls."

"Hey, babe. Why are you always late nowadays sef?" Nike asked.

"I just had to help my mom with something, nothing serious. But what happened, how many classes have I missed?"

"Don't worry, you haven't missed much. Maths teacher didn't come again, and you met Mr Raimi as he was leaving, but he also didn't teach us much he only came in about twenty minutes till period ends." Toyin said.

"Maths didn't come again? And he is the first period we have. This school has a serious problem o. The only thing any school has to do is provide a teacher for Maths and English. And this school can't even do that? How can a Mathematics teacher miss class?" Asked Angela exhaustedly.

"And we have Agric Science right now but I don't think she will come because she is pregnant." said Ada.

"Wow, no wonder students were loitering outside, teachers are just missing classes. I even saw two boys sneak out of the gate when I came."

"I hope Lanre was not among them? We were supposed to go out together later."

"Ada, I don't know." Angela replied.

"That Rotimi or what does he call himself? I will show him. He insulted me again today and I will deal with him seriously."

"Nike, What... how did he insult you?" Angela asked.

"He called me a stupid girl. Just because I got a question wrong. He will not get away with this time. I will tell my brother." she threatened and the others gasped.

"Nike, it is not that serious now. The man calls everyone stupid." Justina said and Ada chipped in. "Yes now, and please don't bring that set to this school again those guys were scary abeg."

"I have made up my mind." she said sternly and Angela asked "What was even the question?"

"He asked me the full meaning of ECOWAS. Tell me how am I supposed to know that. The man almost never comes to class and then he comes in to ask stupid insult me. I will show him."

Angela wanted to point out that ECOWAS was a very easy question, in fact the first thing that their Economics teacher Mr Rotimi taught them but she decided against it. The man truly hardly comes to class anymore busying himself with chasing and flogging loitering students and now only comes to class to set quizzes.

 “Hey guys, why don’t you come with me for tutorials with Michael?”

“Michael, the labour prefect in our class? No, thank you.” Said Justina.

“No abeg, I don’t think so." Said Nike.

“I would have joined you because I also want to improve my grades this term but I also have more important things to do?” Ada said.

“Important things like; boys and watching Superstory?” Angela asked.

“Yes and so what? Those are also important things too!” Justina defended.

“But Nike, were you not promoted on trial.”

“Hey, my friend promotion is promotion. Whether it is on trial or not. The important thing is I was promoted and I have never repeated.” Nike said defensively.

“Yes, a pass is a pass.” Justina agreed “Hey, don’t start thinking you are better than us just because you are taking lessons, okay. Many people make it in life without school at all.”

“Exactly, Angela, be careful.” Chimed in Nike and Angela rolled her eyes.

“Okay, girls, whatever you say. Now please shift Nike, I want to sit down for a bit.”

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Adesokan Abdulafeez

uwc boss. Glad you liked it.

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The Assembly with Principal Hyde

“So is that why…” as Michael was about to ask further the two boys started laughing again. Michael looked puzzled and they indicated to Mr Raimi who climbed the podium used for announcements, the left side of his head was wrapped in bandages. He raised his right hand which was holding a cane and the students quieted down for a bit as he began speaking.

“Good morning, students.”

They responded with a drawled out “Good morning, sir.”

“How are you, today?”

“Fine, thank you sir!”

“Wetin do your head?” a stray student voice asked from the back and all the students roared in laughter.

“Who said that?” he barked, looking to the students on his right searching for the voice, but Onos’ had already ducked down behind the innocent face of Michael who stood frozen, motionless, afraid to be spotted.

“Anyway,” he continued but someone from the other end yelled “CALL THE POLICE O!”

“Who said that?” he asked getting down from the podium and looking towards the students on his left but many of them only turned around looking innocently and saying “I don’t know, sir. It is from the back sir." as the others continued laughing.

Defeated, realising many of the few students who used feared him no longer did, he retreated to the podium to commence the announcements.

“As you know our former principal Mr Oshodi has retired, we now have a new principal, Mr Salami.” He indicated to a short and chubby man to his far left. Probably, in his late fifties or early sixties dressed in an old ill-fitting suit whose pants covered his shoes.

“Please, give him a warm welcome to our school!” and he began to clap but stopped immediately due to his sore hands and stepped down for Mr Salami to take the podium. The students especially the juniors, prompted by many teachers, clapped for him as he stepped up.

“Thank you very much, Mr Rotimi. Good morning, students!” he boomed.

“Good morning, sir!” they drawled again comically.

“I have heard many things about you, students” he said “all of them bad.”

They laughed proudly as if he had complimented them. “I was told by the former principal that you had deflated his car tires, twice.”

“Iz a lie! The car was bad.” Another voice echoed from the back, interrupting Mr Salami but he remained calm and continued.

“I was told by the teachers that you had beaten some of them, Mr Raimi here is an example.” He gestured.

“Aww, sorry sir.” Another student heckled and Mr Raimi cowered not enjoying being made such a weak example of.

“...and I was especially told by the police that many times, they had to come here to keep the peace, but they will no longer be coming to do so.” The student laughed here again obviously enjoying the accolades. Still, Mr Salami remained calm and then he brought it out. The students became quiet when they saw the knife!

“YOU LITTLE RASCALS! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF RIFFRAFF’S!” Mr Raimi’s voice boomed and echoed all around the assembly ground as everyone was absolutely quiet. Students, teachers and even the birds sat quietly on the wires watching and listening to the spectacle before them. It was unbelievable, their new principal, who a moment ago seemed gentle and weak like the last one had suddenly transformed into a knife-wielding psychopath. It was watching Dr Jekyll turn into Mr Hyde, threatening them like a madman. Nobody saw it coming.

“Listen, listen to me. I am not like your former principal and I am not like your teachers that you can push around and beat up. If you come near me? I WILL STAB YOU!” he barked.

And he gestured this by getting down from the podium, going to the nearest pillar behind him and stabbed the innocent slabs of concrete.

"Ah!"

"Yee!" the students flinched.

“This one is mad.” Onos whispered to Michael who shushed him immediately, afraid to be spotted and be the first to feel the knife. Then madman Salami, sorry Mr Salami got back on to the podium and continued.

“You people cannot threaten me, I was in the army and I was in a psychiatric hospital so I am mental, in fact, I am mad!”

“AHHHH!”  the students gasped.

“Told you!” Onos whispered again to Michael who nodded this time.

“Everybody warned me before taking this job. They told me you people can harm me. They told me that you can even beat me, that it is better for me to just retire instead of coming here. Do you know what I told them? I told them mogbadun, I am not well too. We will beat each other; in fact, we can even kill each other I don't care, the police won't come here. But one of us must give in to the other. This school must change. Do you hear me? It must change." He boomed again slightly jumping on the podium and he began ticking off his fingers.

"This is what will happen. There will be no more missing classes. No more loitering about. No more late-coming and definitely, no more sneaking out of school. If you don’t like it. Then don’t even come to school!”

“AHHH!” The students gasped again.

“YES!” The teachers agreed. “That’s right!” they mumbled.

“And to the teachers too!” he turned beside facing them as they froze. “There will be no more missing classes. No more resuming late to classes and definitely, no more sneaking off before closing time!”

“AHHH!” The teachers' jaw dropped and the students, in turn, laughed at them.

“No more business as usual!” he threatened and anyone who tries to defy my laws will be dealt with, severely! Assembly dismissed!” he said and the lines, ushered by the teachers and prefects, slowly filed out into their respective classes murmuring quietly, not quite believing the event of the morning.

Usually, the assembly was about reading devotionals, reciting of the national anthem followed by the national pledge and then some inspirational sermons or quotes from their mild natured principal to boost their morale. But now that they had forced him into early retirement, they now have a former psychiatric patient for a principal, one who was probably not completely cured of whatever psychosis he had. They had no one to blame but themselves.


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Adesokan Abdulafeez

"Excuse me, guys! Someone said from behind and Onos practically jumped in shock. Mike and Dayo almost fell over in laughter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Angela said coming to them.

"Scared?! Who was scared?" Onos asked.

"YOU!!" The other two chorused.

"Mtchew!" Onos hissed. "Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked brashly.

"Erm... I'm sorry, It is Michael that I came to see."

Onos move back and Michael and Angela stepped aside to talk.

"Hello." He said.

"Hi. Yes, I... wanted to ask if you can... " she looked behind him to see his friends eavesdropping very crudely and stopped talking. Michael looked behind him also and saw them.

"Hey, guys how about you go on ahead, I will catch up with you guys later." and the boys sniggered.

"Miko!"

"Mikey," they hailed "ever since you became a prefect all the girls suddenly want to see you in private!"

"You can go now!" Mike chased them away.

"Thank you, we are going. " Dayo saluted.

"Yes, thank you." Onos copied "See as he looks like a clothes hanger inside his prefect's blazer." He said and Michael swiftly picked up a stone and threw it in their general direction, missing them as the guys ran away laughing.

He turned back to Angela, "I'm sorry about them."

"No, no problem. Yes, Michael, I wanted to ask you something. You know that we are in our second to last year here and we have to be very serious and... I'm not doing very well in my studies right now, so I wanted to ask you...if you could please help me and tutor me in a few subjects. I could really use your help."

"Well, the thing is. I can tutor you in a few subjects, but I have realised that many people are not serious about it and at the end of the day, I just end up wasting my time. And I don't like that at all."

"Oh no, no, no. Not me. You see, I can't afford to fail any subjects right now. I really can't. Please, Michael help me now."

She sounded almost desperate then and he couldn't bring himself to refuse her. There were only a handful of girls in science class, most of them were in the Arts or Commercial. And Angela was one of the few serious students in the class. But she began to miss school and some classes and so her grades were dropping.

"Alright, it's okay. I will tutor you. I will try my best."

"Okay, thank you very much. You won't regret it. Thank you."

"Okay, well, I have to go meet my guys now. I'll see you later then, right?"

"Right, yes, see you later."

She left and as he turned around, he saw his friends from afar, still making fun of him by making fake kisses and hugging each other. He snapped a twig from the nearby field grass pursued them with it as they ran away.

Thanks boss. More soon.

nastynic:
Lovely story you've got here,

More Grease bruh

The class entire class roared in laughter. The answer was so ridiculously funny that even Mr Oyem, while shaking his head could not help grinning, trying to hold back his laughter.

"... a wall"

"... of opposite erection"

"Erection!" The students mimicked. Mr Oyem, raised his small cane threateningly to quieten the class.

"You see! You don't even know anything, you have an empty head! Is that Newton's third law of motion? Class, what is Newton's third law of motion?"

Nobody answered they knew that whoever answered a question correctly after Chibuzor had answered it wrongly would get a thick knock on the head later after the teacher had left.

"You! Michael! What is Newton's third law of motion? I can bet it  anywhere that you know."

The skinny but tall boy got up slowly in obedience to his teacher and though with fear of the class bully and recited it from memory.

"Newton's third law of motion states that to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."

"Correct clap for him!" he barked and so the class clapped in their six rhythmic applause. Michael quickly sat down under the growling eyes of Chibuzor hoping that the bully would soon forget the transgression.

"You see! That was a very simple question but you are empty-headed and unserious."

The class giggled.

"Quiet! Most of you are empty-headed as well. Listen to me. Soon, you people will graduate and then where will you be? You don't know. But if you don't face your studies and learn very well, oh, I pity all of you. After you finish secondary school, nobody will be begging you to do anything again. Nobody will be chasing you around or force you to achieve something good in your life. If you graduate not knowing anything, I'm afraid, you will not like where you will find yourselves in the future. A word is enough for the wise."

If it was in one of the junior classes that such an offence had happened, he would have flogged the student harshly. But Chibuzor looked built like a bulldozer, and some students even smaller than him have been known to slap teachers in class, and so Mr Oyem gave a firm but harmless warning and went back to scribbling notes on the chalkboard. And immediately he turned back, the students' noise went right up again and they continued their chatting and antics as if they had not just had a pep talk about seriousness.

Mr Oyem sighed, he was tired of the class, he imagined the day when their set would graduate from the school and they would no longer be his problem anymore. By then they would be their parents' problems if they like let them listen.

Soon after, the bell rang for the eleven-thirty class break and with surprising speed, half of the students rushed out cheerfully even before their teacher. Michael and his friends were among the first ones to go out for break.

"Can you imagine what Chibuzor said? Erection indeed." Dayo asked and the guys laughed again.

"Why wouldn't he say erection? Girls are the only thing always on his mind, aside from that, the guy knows nothing. I wonder how he managed to get into science class?" Onos responded.

"Is it not by copying off guys like Michael? If it weren't for Michael, he wouldn't have even passed his S.S.1 exams." Dayo responded.

"Yes o! Michael maybe you should stop letting him copy you. Let him fail and repeat the class. That way, we won't have to see his ugly face every day."

"Are you blaming me? Have you seen the size of that guy? He is so tall and big he looks like the commando. I would like to see any of you two, refuse him." Michael protested.

"I can! I will just say it to his face. Look here, Ugly! Stop copying me and go read a book for once, you overgrown neanderthal!" Onos boasted

Just then, the guys heard Chibuzor's voice coming from behind.

"Hey, you!" He called, but they pretended not to hear him and instead, they quickened their steps moving away.

"Hey, don't run o! If you run and I catch you..." he barked and the boys stopped dead in their tracks. They recognized the threat all too well.

When he caught up to them, he said: "So, Michael you too dey try embarrass me abi? You dey form efiko, abi?"

"No, I..."

"Mtchew," he hissed "don't try that nonsense with me again, you hear! If not that you help me with tests I would have flattened your head."

"Er... no, please." Michael pleaded.

"Ah ah, I wouldn't touch you now. I need your head intact to study well so that I can copy off you later." he smiled.

"Okay." Michael responded quietly and Chibuzor turned to leave. Just then, Dayo said;

"Chibuzor wait, Onos has something he wants to say to you."

Chibuzor quickly turned back around and faced Onos squarely, up close and Onos panicked.

"Ah... no, I have nothing to say o!"

"Warri boy, abi you sef don get liver to fight?" Chibuzor asked in local pidgin English.

"No, no sir. No, sir!" and with that Chibuzor gave them a final growl and turned to chase some of the female students. Seeing him move away, the three friends finally exhaled and relaxed, then Onos smacked Dayo on the head

"Are you trying to get me manslaugthered?"

Dayo responded with his own slap across Onos's ears.

"You said that you will call him an... an..." he forgot.

"An overgrown neanderthal" Michael interjected.

"Yes, God bless you, Mike. An overgrown neanderthal. Ever since you got that new edition Oxford dictionary you have been using big, big words and grammar and I'm warning you seriously, one day that dictionary will get your mouth in big, big trouble."

Onos pouted. "Shoot! Is that why you two want to catapult me to an early demise? Thank you. I have seen my true enemies now. You have shown your true colours, chameleons!" The boys laughed.

"Next time, what you can't do, don't say it, Warri boy!" Dayo said.

"Yoruba boy, your own is too much. Don't worry, next time, I will show him and then I will show you too!" Onos threatened

"Excuse me, guys! Someone said from behind and Onos practically jumped in shock. Mike and Dayo almost fell over in laughter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Angela said coming to them.



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[center]The Bluff[/center]

But I never responded to her. Even after she would use any opportunity to insult or offend me. I didn’t want any sort of scandal involving me and her. So my anger towards her just grew over time as I had been controlling it! But that night at the gate was the last straw.

“Yes, the gate is closed oga. You can drive out to the garden hotel to sleep or you can sleep outside here.” Seki said among the security boys and all of them continued laughing at me!

I’d had it! Work was stressful and traffic was hell and now I come home to meet these clowns and the street Jezebel making fun of me. These small boys that the community decided to save from their smoking and drinking by engaging them in security work were now trying to oppress me. When I had given a few of them cash a number of times because that was all that they did. Smoke and beg for money with their stupid tattoos and low-waist pants.

I just lost my mind. I went to the gate and began jerking it back and forth to try to open it. F*ck 'em! Only my boss at work and my wife gets to push me around, not these bloody Marlians. One of the boys then got up and came over to try to hold me.

"Oga you dey craze? What are you doing?" he said dragging my hand from the gate. He wasn't even very strong. Years of drug abuse had drained all of his strength. These boys, they would rather smoke than eat actual food. But I didn't care about that. All I heard was the insult. So I grabbed him by the neck and slapped him.

"Who you dey talk to? You no dey look face abi?" He tried to use his torchlight to hit me. I took it from him with my left hand and smashed it on the ground. The others got up too and tried to hold me. Then I noticed that they were not even wearing their pants trousers properly their boxer shorts were showing. They had lowered it for sex. I counted about five of them.

Oh my God. I had heard of a ménage a trios, which is a party. But there were five guys here. Five guys on one girl? What was this girl going for, a record?

“AH, SO YOU PEOPLE HAVE BEEN MESSING AROUND HERE!” I yelled is that what you were hired for? I will tell everyone that you only smoke and drink and mess around here instead of doing your security job. I will get you all fired”

Thankfully one of them tried to calm the rest of them down.

“You think you can mess with me abi? When I get you fired you will see shege! You will have no more money for your paraga, igbo and mishango.”

“Ah!” a few of them gasped in fear and slowed down a bit.

“And you Seki, if you ever come near me again I will get the task force to come close your mother's shop. She is selling beans beside a gutter. Which is very bad. In fact, it is illegal. They will come and close your shop down tomorrow and never open it up again. You will see!"

“Ahhhh!” she shouted.

“Please open up the gate for that wicked man.” Seki said to the boys and which deflated them totally and they released me. So I quickly got entered my car and continued shouting at them from the safety of my car.

“Open up the bloody gate jor. Open up! Nonsense!” They opened it and as I drove through I added.

"Let me catch you guys disturbing me again. Sleeping around instead of doing your jobs. Mtchew! Just let me catch you!" I barked.

God knows that I am not able to take on five boys. Thank God my bluff worked!

The Neanderthal

Mr Oyem the Physics teacher had his back to the class, as usual, and was scribbling notes
on the chalkboard and while reading out the same notes simultaneously from his old worn notebook. But he might as well be talking to himself as the class was too loud, making it difficult for the serious student to hear him properly. A few of the class, pupils seem to be trying hard to listen but way too many of them were simply gisting of which Mr Oyem had grown accustomed to.

After many futile attempts to discipline the class, he had simply given up. His attempts failed because one; he was short, much shorter than most of the students in the senior class and any attempt to be strict would inevitably cause confrontation with some of the hardened students, which he preferred to avoid, it was not uncommon for a student to beat up a teacher in these types of public schools.
Another reason his attempts to shape up the class failed was because his mind was not really into it. His meagre salary barely covered basic teaching services not to mention putting in extra work to reform wayward students. Since it meant extra effort uncompensated for the government he just gave it up. He would teach his bare minimum and leave them in their ways. So he continued drawing the optical reflection rays illustration on the board and tried to concentrate above the dim of their noise.

"Since the law of reflection states that the incident ray, the reflected ray, and the normal to the surface of the mirror all lie in the same plane, therefore the angle of reflection is equal to the angle of incidence. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" only one or two students responded, but he was undeterred. It was their future they were risking by not paying attention not mine, he thought. "Let them do as they wish."

And then one of the students' voice piped up.

"So the girl said, that she only talks to prefects and I said; Look here, I am the commander of prefects. The principal himself gave me the title, come to my school and see how I order them around anyhow." and a group of students obviously listening to the first speaker laughed. Usually, Mr Oyem would ignore such distractions but the silliness of it, really got to him and he uncharacteristically turned around to face them.

"Hey, who said that?" he said turning around and the class suddenly became quiet as a graveyard in attention.

"You! " He said, pointing to the noisemaker, a boy conspicuously much taller and older than the rest of the class.

"Sir!" the erring student asked unnecessarily.

"Don't sir, me. Yes, you! Get up!"

The student stood up, and turned out to be almost twice the height of Mr Oyem and looked more like a university student instead of a senior in secondary school.

"What were you making noise about?"

"Nothing, sir!" he replied innocently.

"Nothing, abi? What is your name?"

"Chibuzor."

"How many times have you repeated now?"

Chibuzor was quiet.

"I pity you. Instead of paying attention, you are busy chatting in my class and I am sure that you don't even know anything."

No response.

"Okay, tell me. What is Newton's third law of motion?"

"Sir?"

"Are you deaf? Newton's third law of motion, what is it? We have gone through it about twelve times in this class already."

Chibuzor, scratched his head in deep thought and pinched the student beside him under the table. That one used a hand to cover his mouth and with a poker face side whispered the answer to Chibuzor as they had often done many times in the past. Chibuzor tried to listen to the cheat answer and repeat it to the teacher.

"Er... yes sir. Newton's third law of motion... states that... to every action... there is a... wall... of opposite... erection!"

The class entire class roared in laughter. The answer was so ridiculously funny that even Mr Oyem, while shaking his head could not help grinning, trying to hold back his laughter.

Abi?
Me sef my sister. I would trek small and enter danfo abeg.

Treasurewamiri:
Awesome story.... Even me would think like Mike, why call an uber when I can pick a bike and save money

Thank you Bro.

But I would like to know the errors because I hope to print this story out as a book when its finished.

It would be a disaster to see my errors after printing the book.

Tnx

oloyedprince1:
bro ur story is so interesting, but there are some errors... but anyway it z awesome

I like to laugh. There's no way I can write a love story without adding comedy, I just can't do it.
I hope my stories make you guys laugh too? Hope I didn't add to much comedy?


Adeabdul


https://adeabdulsblog.

"Woah!" he said.
"Yeah, we almost had to have her hospitalized, but...she also accepted it with time."
"Okay. But why Lisa Angels? Why did you change your name from Angela Nwolisa?"
"I have actually...not changed my name at all. I'm still Angela Nwolisa, Lisa Angels is the name of a character I played in school and it just stuck me with it, since the audience loved the character. And I kept acting in different shows and plays while in school that by the time I graduated there was a job already waiting for me and I sort of blew."
"Oh, Wow... Interesting. Hmm!" he said thoughtfully.
"I know what you're thinking Mike." she said playfully.
"Really, what...?"
"You're thinking that it was selfish of me to drop nursing, don't you? That I should have stuck with it so as to help people, right?" she asked teasing.
"No, not at all." he said "I was just thinking that it was really brave of you to find something you love and go for it regardless of anything."
"Awwww." she melted. "Thanks, Mike. You know, I've really missed this! I've missed talking to you. I always did feel better by talking to you. So tell me what about you? What interesting things happened in school or your life?"
"Well, not much really. There's nothing much to say." he hesitated.
"Oh, come on Mike I just told you everything about me. Now it's been ages, come on. Fill me in on the blanks of your life."
"Alright... if you insist. Well, after high school my dad died, unexpectedly."
"What! Oh, Mike. I'm so sorry." she said.
"Yeah, thanks and things sort of went downhill from there. We lost everything, my mum got sick from the grief and she was hospitalized a couple of times. She still hasn't fully recovered and so we became strapped for cash and I had to take over caring for my mum and my little brother anyhow I could. I have only managed to graduate two years ago because I had to pay for school myself and take care of my family. And so far the jobs aren't forthcoming and so I have been taking odd jobs here and there to survive."
"Oh, Michael that's awful." she said.
She reached out across the table and held his hand to comfort him. He stiffened from the contact, wondering where the electricity came from.
"It's... Ahem" he coughed "it's okay."
Just then the waitress brought the chicken for Angela and a menu for him.
"Oh, thank you Lily. I was starving." And she began eating with relish. While Mike only stared at the prices on the menu. He couldn't bring himself order anything yet. He was wondering if the restaurant would be willing to accept his dishwashing skills as a means of alternative payment. She sensed his trepidation and said;
"You know what, Mike? They make great Jollof rice here, you have to try it."
She called Lily, the waitress who was hovering above them and she was by their side in seconds.
"Please, Jollof Rice, Chicken and a Malt drink for my Michael."
"No, erm... no malt please, water is fine, thank you." He said not wanting to cost her unnecessary bills.
"A bottle of water please." She told Lily.
"Alright ma, right away." And Lily left them blushing away.
"You know Mike, I had no idea things were that tough. Now, I feel very bad. I should have contacted you sooner and tried to help."
"Oh, that's alright, Angel. My brother is about rounding up his secondary school and he would soon be in the university and my mum's health is a lot better these days. She still a little hypertensive but it's a lot better now."
"Thank God."
His food arrived and it looked amazing. He planned to eat it slowly, with style but after having a spoonful of mouthwatering Jollof Rice, he could no longer control his hand or his mouth. He finished his food before she finished hers.
"So Mike, what course did you study?" She asked.
"Oh, I er..." he swallowed " I studied engineering, Electrical Engineering."
"And knowing you, you probably came out with first class." She teased. Trying not to brag, he admitted it.
"Yes".
"I knew it, efiko. You put the rest of us to shame." She laughed, he joined in.
"You know what? I think I might know someone who can help you with a job." And she fished out her card.
"Oh, you don't have to do that. I don't want you to bother yourself about me."
"Nonsense, we're friends. You've helped me a lot before, remember? And besides, I want to. Here, take one. Now, you have to come see me next Thursday. We really need to talk, okay?"
"Okay."
"Great. Now, I'll call you a cab. And then I'll see you next week, alright?"
"Alright. Thanks."
"Oh, no. I haven't done anything yet. Come, let's go."
They left the restaurant and she got takeaways for both of them and still gave him the two and as they left she tipped the valet, security and the waitress nicely. And waited with him outside, talking about everything; the weather, high school, life, until an uber came. He got in and she reached through the window for a handshake and also squeezed something in his palm and closed his hand over it.
"Thank you very much."
"Shh. " She shushed him.
She went over and paid the driver on his behalf and they said their goodbyes. As she drove off, he watched her car disappear in the opposite direction from the uber's rear window.
"Wow," he said "Angela still remembers me."
He finally had Angel back in his life. Now, everything would be better. He could feel it. He opened his palm and saw the cash she had given him. He became giddy. He couldn't believe how wonderful his day had turned out. It was perfect. He only wished she hadn't called an uber. The money she paid was too much. He would have preferred to be given the money instead.

I hope you guys are enjoying the updates. Another one coming soon.

They arrived at Willies, a newly established confectionery that was said to be very pricey. Immediately she drove in; the valet and the security men all became instantly animated and began to dote on her.

"Welcome, Ms Lisa. Please let me help you with that." the valet asked reaching for her bag.

"It's fine, Oga Bassey. Thank you. Good morning." she replied

"Morning Ms Lisa." said the security. "How is your day?"

"Fine, Mr Thomas. Morning."

As Mike quietly followed beside her, the men gave him a nod too. Some fellow shoppers along the hallway glanced at her, some stopped in their tracks and nudged their partners to have a look at the famous Lisa Angels.

"Good morning, ma. Welcome, what are you having today?" asked the waitress already bobbing up and down to wait on her.

"Ah, Lily, please I will be having my regular mini chicken and chips with water and please bring a menu for my friend here.

"Okay, ma. I'll be right back." and the waitress left them alone for a minute and even though there were few people dining at Willies at that time in the morning the few people there were staring at them both. They started at her because she was a celebrity, the heroine in many soap operas on the Nigerian television network and they stared at him too because quick frankly...

"What was a guy like that doing with a girl like her?" they thought and if you saw them together, especially Michael's clothing...you would think the same thing too.

"Wow, so you're now Ms Lisa Angels, famous soap star, wow?" he gushed finally finding his voice.

"Guilty," she responded, raising up her hand and they both laughed.

"Please, I'm confused. How did you get into acting and when did you change your name to Lisa Angels?"

"Oh, Michael. You remember that last time we saw each other I was leaving for Zaria right? I had gotten that admission to study Nursing and I was going to live with my aunt?"

"Yes, I remember that. It was the last time I ever saw you."

"Yeah, so I got to RNU, Zaria and I really like the place. For once, life was a bit chill with none of the hustle and bustle that my mum and I were always doing to make ends meet in Lagos. In Zaria, I could fall into the slow ease of life there, I could breathe finally. And my aunt Juliet, she was amazing! She really took care of me and never made me feel like a burden or want anything, she and her husband.

So, there I was studying Nursing and unfortunately, I hated it! The endless lectures, the labs, and trials, it was such a grind. In nursing school, you study a lot and can't have any distractions. You constantly have to be on your toes because a life practically depends on it. If you mess up a medication, you could kill a patient. If as a nursing student, you can't find a way to balance your classes and studies well, you're finished. It was highly challenging and took all of my time and thank God my aunt and uncle were very supportive, they almost always left me alone to study and never asked me to do chores whenever I had a quiz or exams to prepare for. But I didn't want that type of a highly demanding course.

"Oh, but isn't it worth it at the end? I mean, then you would be a qualified nurse? Which is wonderful" he said.

"Well, yes! Becoming a nurse would be amazing, and at the end that would make it all worth it. But I didn't want that type of a highly demanding life. I don't know if you remembered how rough it was for me and my mum back then, how hard it was when my father left us and we had to struggle every day."

"I remember. " He said.

"Sighs"

"That time was really tough and I just wanted to let my hair down and relax a bit you know? I had already had enough of struggles. High school was all about; always exerting myself to keep my head above water, to attend school and help my mum with the shop and hawking her wares. I just wanted to ease up a little."

So I wasn't happy, and i realized that...It wasn't my dream to be a nurse. It was my mother's, and I just followed along to make her happy, but I still didn't know what I would want to do If I didn't want to be a nurse."

"But early in my second year. A friend managed to convince me to watch her class rehearsals of a play, you know Ola Rotimi's; The Gods Are Not To Blame?"

"Yes, I...I know that one."

"Well, while watching them, I suddenly felt the urge to join them. To be on stage and act, you know? I never felt like that before and I managed to convince them to let me join their troupe. They gave me a small role as an extra but while performing that small role, I felt alive and never wanted to do anything else in my life."

"But I still couldn't think of letting my mum know about it, so I kept it a secret. It was my aunt's husband who was a lecturer in the school where we performed a play in which I was the lead that first found out. He wasn't even angry about it but instead he just had a straight talk with me about what really I want to do with my life. I told him I wanted to be an actor. And surprisingly, he was very encouraging! He offered to talk to my aunt about it, which he did. My aunt was disappointed, but eventually, she came around. So early in my second year of nursing school I dropped out and enrolled in theatre arts. But none of us could still muster the courage to tell my mum so we all kept it a secret and do you know how she found out?

"No, I don't know." he confessed.

"Our neighbourhood chemist told her! She was always bragging about me to him that she had a nurse for a daughter I would someday own a chemist like his and sell cheaper drugs." She laughed.

"And so one time while at that same chemist shop, he told people I was a nurse and they kept asking me questions and, one thing led to the other, I told them I was in fact and actress and not a nurse. He told her soon after and she nearly collapsed." she grinned.

“Please, please Mama junior. I did not send her to your husband. I swear!” Mama Seki protested.

“Eh hen? Then why did she bring beans that day?” one woman accused.

“But you remembered that the beans was for you now. You bought it from me and went to buy something else and forgot to come back, that’s why I sent her to your house to deliver the beans to you. It’s just that she met your husband at home and…”

“Shut up! I said shut up, Mama Seki." another woman interjected "She met her husband at home, why didn’t she just deliver beans and leave? Why did she have to do more than that?”

“But I…I don’t know now. I didn’t send her to do any other thing o. God is my witness.”

“Mama Seki no dey tell us lies again abeg. Why did you remove your daughter from school if not to ruin our matrimonial homes ehn? Mama harlot!”

“Meee?”

That was the time when two married women beat up Mama Seki in her own shop over her daughter’s promiscuity. Just one of many. And so it went, if Seki was not stealing boyfriends, she was sleeping with husbands. And all of them would come to Mama Seki’s shop to quarrel and fight with her. But luckily, every single time Seki wouldn’t be available in the shop to face the women's wrath. It would be Mama Seki that they would meet and beat up.

Mama Seki was tired of it all. She called on holy men to pray for her it failed. She tried prayer warriors to fight off the spirit of promiscuity off her. It didn’t work. She later tried sending her back to school but Seki was no longer interested in any boring subjects. Her body was too hot so she couldn’t concentrate on her studies anymore. She did, however, excel greatly in biology. And went one to only focusing on performing reproduction practicals in the school toilets with her male classmates and sometimes even in the staff toilets with her male teachers.

Eventually, one school principal personally brought Seki home to her mother’s shop, saying that Seki was expelled for turning her school into a brothel.

https://adeabdulsblog./2020/04/01/night-of-the-flaming-panties-5/

Glad you liked it.

Ann2012:
Interesting

Dinner with the Queen

"Oh my God, Mike! I still can't believe it! And I was just thinking of you right before I actually saw you. That is so crazy..." Angela was saying, but Mike only managed to mumble a one-liner in response, he was feeling a little dazed.

About five minutes ago he was trekking his way home which was about eleven kilometres away when she came out of nowhere. Angela Nwolisa, his Angela, Angel. How many times had he thought about seeing again? So many times. So many times he had thought about the scenario of their meeting and exactly what he would say if he ever saw her again. So many times he had tried to look her up or call her, but he always chickened out at the last minute. Not wanting to seem like a stalker. Or worse to seem like someone who only wanted her money. Rich people were always suspicious of their middle-class peers.

But now sitting right here beside her, so close, after so much distance between them was...unbelievable. He had even thought he would never see her again. After all, in what scenario would a movie star meet someone like him? Maybe if she ever needed a handyman to pick up her trash.

"Mike, do you remember that time Chibuzor and you had a fight? Wow, that was so intense. I can still remember it like it was yesterday..."

"Yes, I do." He said, not really listening to her. He rubbed his hands on her car's armrest trying to get warm because she had on the AC and he was still a little wet from the rain and so he was starting to feel cold, he was too shy to say so. Not wanting to offend her or interrupt her nostalgic reminiscence in any way. But she noticed.

"Oh, let me turn that down for you." and she turned down the AC without much thought.

"Thank God, I came this way or else I might never have seen you. I only came because I had a hard time at rehearsals this morning, my costar was being difficult again and I just had to leave there before I lost my cool, you know? I don't like to flare up in front of the crew like that, it's bad for my image. So I asked to be excused and I was. You see the director's a friend of mine."

He was surprised at the way she was treating him! She was talking to him the way she used to long ago, when they were friends. It was like the gap in their lives had never happened. Like they had never lost touch and had been all these years!

Well, Mike couldn't help but feel intimidated. So, all he could give were one-sentence responses like; "yes", "okay", "fine", "thanks" or "no". And who could blame him? He was a nobody while she was Lisa Angels; Nollywood's Queen of Soap Opera, very successful and her car's fueling alone would cost about two months of his salary.

Even her car alone was awesome. A cherry red 2016 Chevrolet Malibu. With silver and brown leather skinned upholstery that felt so smooth and cool to touch like baby skin. He was so comfortable in his seat that he felt like sleeping in the car. It was more comfortable than his bed, than his entire house.

The car's dashboard looked like an aeroplane's cockpit panel. And she drove it so well, like a seasoned pilot in his aircraft. He was awed by the way her hands glide over the compact steering wheel. Michael couldn't even ride a motorbike not to mention drive a car.

Riding beside her was so smooth, like floating on clouds. It all felt like a dream. He imagined this is what it must feel like being the royal escort of a queen.

I have access to a foreign PayPal account.

FoolishBoy419:
@adeabdul2 how do you receive money from smashwords? They only support PayPal and PayPal doesn't allow Nigerians to withdraw.

[center]Ghosts[/center]
Angela had been driving by humming along to Jamila's Superstar track playing on the radio when she noticed a gangly man talking to another man on the sidewalk of the overhead express bridge and when the man smile she had just thought to herself; "Hmm, my old school mate Michael, had a smile like that."

"He was even skinny just like that man standing there." she thought.

Michael was a student prefect and the school gave him a special super cool blazer that only prefects wore. The blazer looked amazing on all the other prefects but Michael due to his slim stature just looked like a human clothes hanger in it.

She giggled. His friends used to tease him about it, while she agreed but never said so.

"I think you look nice", she would always say and he would give him his special smile. A shy smile that took up mostly the left side of his face and she melted whenever he did it.

"Wait a minute," she said out loud "that is Michael." No, it can't be her mind told her. But it had to be, the man also looked like a clothes hanger in his creased shirt. As she drove by him she was even more sure that it was Michael Osu, but he looked in a way that disproved her theory. So slowed down her car, stopped and reverse to catch up to the man. And when she caught up to him and called out his, she half expected the man to say that he wasn't Michael and she would have apologized feeling awkward like a fool. But he had called her nickname; Angel, and it turns out that she wasn't seeing things.

"But hey, never mind that. I was just coming back from rehearsals and I was headed to a place for lunch. Why don't you come with me?"

"Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"No, what are you saying? We're friends, you have to come. How else do we catch up?"

"Well, yeah...sure. Of course." he resigned smiling.

"Great, well get in please." and he turned around her car carefully withdrawing his body not to stain her car's shiny paint job. As if poverty could stain car paints. He opened the car gingerly and clicked on her car seat belt. It looked so fancy that he was almost certain that it was worth more than everything he had on. He noticed that Angela was delayed from entering the car and looked up to see the same that accosted him for transport fare talking to Angela saying: "Anty please my wife is in the hospital giving birth and I can't pay hospital bills please help me."

He didn't hear her response just watched her get in the car and open a compartment to bring our crisp N1000 notes and give the man some. Michael only saw that it was close to the amount he made in three months that she gave him.

"Here, for your wife. I pray she gets better." she said and he instantly collapsed on his knees and started fervent prayers upon Angela.

"Ah, aunty. God bless you. God bless your work. Anything that you are looking for God will do it. God will promote you in your job. Even in your business ehn. Uncle, please help me thank aunty for helping me."

He suddenly realised that the man he had begged for transport fare was the one seated beside the woman he had begged for his wife's hospital bills. Quick as a flash he said "Thank you ma" and he was gone. Michael watched him take brisk steps and disappeared just as fast as he pocketed the money. He wondered if he should tell her that he suspected the man to be a fraud but decided against and suddenly Angela pinched him.

"Ow!" he shouted.

"So it really is you?" she was smiling.

"It is me now. Why are you pinching me? he asked patting his arm.

"Just checking, I thought you could be a ghost."

"But how can I be a ghost when I haven't died yet?" he said and they both laughed as she drove off taking him along.

Na you dey inspire my brain oga

oloyedprince1:
boss I dey bust my brain ooo, thanks for d update

Thank you Z

Zara20:
keep it rolling,you've got what it takes. Kudos

"A...Angela" he stuttered "Is that really you?"

"YES, it's me!" she said getting out of the car and reaching out to hug Michael. She released him just as suddenly as she hugged him. "Mike, Michael Osu? Oh my God, you've gotten so tall," she said thoroughly staring at him.

He could have blushed both from the hug he got and from the compliment in her tone. He couldn't remember the last he had such close physical contact with a woman. Maybe when cramped in a tin can bus? Most women judge his financial situation under five minutes of meeting him and put him at arm's length. But not Angela Nwolisa, she squeezed him into a bear hug to the astonishment of passersby, staring at the gorgeous wealthy-looking lady with a car hugging a near homeless-looking man on the Island expressway.


Mike still couldn't she was there. Angela, Angel, his Angel, from back in high school? Such a lifetime ago, when life was still a dream with hopes and laughs. That life was gone and yet, here was Angela who was long gone in his life. Seeing her started bringing it all right back. Angela!

"Angel?" he called out almost not believing it was her.

"Oh, Mike. You're the only one who's ever called me Angel. We simply must catch up! Where are you headed?"

"Well Umm...i was just headed home"

"Oh, I remember that! Wait, don't tell me. It's Block B, Flat B at Dolphin Estate right?"

"Oh wow, you remembered our old place!" He was astonished, she still remembered his parents old flat on the Island! She really was Angela! Her memory confirmed her existence to him. And woke him up. It was like he was hallucinating before now. Dreaming her up again, the way he used to daydream about her whenever he hit a very low point in his day. She was the best part of his former life when things were still good. Whenever he was ironing or washing a client's clothes and the dark wave washed upon him he would think of her and then whatever he was doing wouldn't seem so bad. Life couldn't be that bad as long as Angela was alive in it. Somewhere, out there.

Now she was here and it was really her!

"Of course I remember your old place and your mum and dad and Johnie. Oh, I'd love to see Johnny."

"Wow, I'm sure he'd love to see you too!"

"Yes! But...hey aren't you headed the wrong way? Isn't the way to Dolphin, that way!" he pointed behind him.

"Yeah, umm...but no. We, we, we don't live there anymore. We live on the mainland now." he said.

"Oh! So...is that where you're going now?"

"Yes"

"But why are you walking, where's your car? I mean...um couldn't you find a cab?"

"Oh um...you know Lagos cab drivers they can be so thick-headed." he laughed nervously. Or what do you say to an old school flame when she drives by in a Carina and asks you why you're trekking on the highway? Angela got the picture though and tried her hardest to hide her surprise in order not to hurt his feelings.

He had imagined how the day would play out. And it was entirely different from what just happened. He planned to meet the interview before anyone else. Get all their interview questions correct and charm the interviewer if possible. Then go home with a positive response of a job offer which would open the doors to the prestigious British Airways to him. Hailing the end of his tedious and dreary life. That opportunity and dream were not closed to him. Taking away by another snooty probably entitled man who thought himself better than him because he had on better clothes.

"What did he mean by people like me anyway?" He was suddenly angry and felt like kicking their trash bin but remembered that he had to return Uncle Sunday's suit spotless and drycleaners would charge extra to remove garbage stains he was sure.

So he took off the suit jacket, folded it and tucked it inside a nylon bag and carefully placed it inside his bag. He angrily took out all his document copies and shoved them in the trash. No matter how hard he tried, how much he struggled, to rise up and leave his tiring life, the powers that be simply kept pinning him down. It wasn't fair. Michael Osu's life was not meant to be like this. Before he let the sadness and self-pity overcome him he slung the bag diagonally over his shoulder. And folded his cuffs and removed the tie and placed it in the bag. He was ready for the long trek back home. Which would now be longer thanks to the rider fair he had to pay.

It was already some twenty minutes into his trekking and the rain had stopped leaving a mild scorching sun in the sky when a passerby approached him.

"Hello, sir. Abeg please I am going far and I don't have transport money, can you please give me some money?" the man said in pidgin English.

"I'm sorry but I don't have money either, that's why I'm trekking."

Before leaving the beggar gave Michael a look that seemed to say "cheapskate" and that made Michael smile at the ridiculous irony of it all. Now beggars were looking down on him. For some reason, a large group of people in Lagos have taken to begging instead of actually trying to do something in their lives. The old "I need fair to go somewhere" was a tired line that Michael didn't fall for again.

He went his merry way starting to forget his disappointment when a car that had just passed him, stopped and reverse backwards to meet him.

"I hope the driver isn't going to ask me for fuel money," he thought "I've had enough comedy for one day."

But when the car got closer he saw a woman behind the wheel.

"Mike, Michael Osu?" she called looking outwards.

"Angel?"