Therock5555:
Chapter 1....
In The Beginning.....


Whenever I see or say the above words, I always crack a smile cause the video of a certain South African President trying almost half a dozen times to pronounce those three words is rib cracking... Okay let's face business...

It all began on a Sunny Friday afternoon, I was seated in front of my Head Mistress, sorry, My dad's head Mistress, shit, I'm fucking these up the more. Okay let's try one more time.

I was seated in front of a head Mistress, of a private Nursery and Primary school, my Dad's school actually, and I'm the first son of my father which makes the school mine, technically, or what am I imagining sef.

I actually came to apply for my school's Compulsory Micro Teaching programme, don't get too confused, I actually attended a College of Education, long story for another day and then I somehow floundered my chance to graduate by granting myself an extra year WILLINGLY, hahaha, don't quote me wrong, I was a straight A student but I had one problem; I love money than schooling.

Because when I was in my finals and was to complete my TP (means Teaching Practice, I'll be using this initials frequently so don't get confused), I got a 200k contract to do some stuffs, so I gladly declined my TP, so while my mates we're celebrating their graduation, I was smiling sadly because I had six extra months to finish but since my account wasn't complaining, I too wasn't complaining either by the way, no be money I go still come finish school dey find, lol, my mates kept wondering how I could technically miss 90% of my lectures and still pass my courses comfortably, till tomorrow, most of my ex colleagues thought I never got admission in the first place.

I could still vividly remember the words of my HOD when I told him I was carrying over my TP which was Like a 6 credit load, he simply told me that I was very mad, and my smile didn't flinch for a second.
Now don't be surprised for a bit, I began working at age 15 when I finished secondary school, so I carry money for head sha, so choosing my Dad's school for my TP was a no brainer, the head teacher of the school and I were quite close so I felt I could misbehave in the school as much as I liked and still be covered because of my family's influence, I wouldn't dare that shiiit in another school, so there I was seated in front of the HM(Head Mistress) dressed like a tout to submit my TP letter which was promptly accepted.

Not just because of my Dad's position but because the woman knew my potentials, we were actually co-teachers(children Sunday school class) in my Dad's church, the woman easily accepted me because I was capable, if only she knew that I separated my church life from my social life, she wouldn't have dared....

"Ma, please make sure that the most beautiful female TP student be posted to my class." I informed her as I stood to leave, she gave me a scornful look but smiled and nod her head.

I wasn't sure she would grant my request but I had to just try. She informed me that I could resume on Monday, teachers were supposed to be in school before 7:15 am or stand a chance of being suspended for that day. I was also asked to start dressing in corporate wears, that particular information made me yawn boredly, I knew myself, I'm a jean and polo wearing niqqa, but a brother had no choice. I agreed to all the school T and C before I left.

Guess what

I resumed school by 8pm on Monday morning, at least I managed to dig out one of my plain trouser and a white long sleeve shirt, I even drag out one of my cover shoe from under my bed and had it polished, to say the truth, I was looking and feeling fly as I walked into the school gate that morning with the long note book where my lesson plan was written, I have been teaching almost all my life so writing lesson plans was like playing football on Amateur settings, e too easy...

I was going to sneak to my class which was the other far side of the school compound when the HM screamed my name from her office, I obviously knew that her office was closest to the school gate and she had a window facing the gate that cold enable her to view any entrant from the gate.

I promptly turned and walked to her office. She seized me up from head to shoes, she was obviously pleased that I adhered to at least one of her instructions but her skinny face wouldn't stop frowning at me, I was doing the complete opposite.

"Good Morning Ma'am", I said grinning like I won bet9ja the previous day.

"Uncle, what's the time?" She shouted back like that was the dictionary updated response to the words "good morning".

"Ehhhh, I don't know oh." I blurted.

"Uncle, I said resumption time is atleast 7:15am...."

"For teachers abi?" I added.

"And you are a what?" She shouted back, veins had began to form tree branches on her bony forehead.

"TP staff, Ma", I was almost choking with laughter but didn't want to show it.

"Uncle, don't joke with me. Don't think because this is your father's school, you could misbehave as you please. Be careful. Make sure that you're always in school on time in case we need to meet before Assembly. Am I clear?"

"Yes Ma."

"The other TP colleagues of yours have all been assigned to their classes, you were not around when we were meeting, they all introduced themselves, your friend Francis is amongst them, so get to know them more during break period. Now rush to your class." She ordered.

As I was walking out after she had delivered her long sobering sermon while checking my lesson plan book she interrupted me again.
"And by the way, I assigned the finest girl to your class, both of you would be taking the class together, no permanent teacher would be assigned to your class because I know you're capable of handling the pupils."

My whole body was out of the door while she was speaking but I had to stick my head back in because my mouth was ajar for two reasons, one was because I never imagined that she'll grant my request even though I didn't know her definition of the word beautiful but I trust her judgment wouldn't be wrong, two, I didn't imagine I'll be getting my own class, I thought I'll come to school each day, sit and fiddle with my phone all day while the main teacher does the most work maybe give me a subject or two to handle while waiting for my TP supervisor. I knew work was cut out for me and I wasn't relishing the idea.

"My friend leave..." HM scream brought me out of my dream like state. I grimaced and walked off.

Plenty thoughts filled my head as I walked to my class, suddenly I wasn't feeling so fly anymore. As I crossed the school games field to my class, a male screamed my name, I turned and saw my friend Francis waving, I waved back. He was kind of hailing me with both fist closed and raised up but I didn't understand what he meant so I just waved back again and continued walking.

My class was one of three classes on that block, mainly Nursery classes, I was to take Nursery two class. Instead of walking into the class, I went to the window and peeped in, and My oh My, I was amazed at the creature seated in front of her (and soon to be mine) table checking out a text book, the pupils were all cordially seated without making any noise, they were all staring at their Aunty like they were in a trance. My eyes went back to the elephant in the room, the only words that came out of my mouth was.....

"Damn.... Damn!!!" Yes, I said that word twice with my fake American accent.

Instead of walking in to the class, I checked out the other classes, the two TP students there were also females, same with the main teachers, so I was going to be the only male staff on the block. Issokay.... I finally walked into my class...

The whole pupils stood up to greet me.

"Good Morning, Uncle..."

I wasn't even paying attention to them, I was staring at the TP staff in my class for the second time in as many seconds and still the only words that came out of my mouth was still....
"Damn, Damn." Only this time, the accent was French

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Now back to that boy called Francis... If you're a fan of my TPS series, lemme juggle your memory a little.

Francis was my boy back then, we were more like friends because despite our huge age differences, we were of the same height and build, when I was in SS3, he was in Jss1 so he couldn't roll with my circle back then but his mom had a restaurant opposite my house, so they usually came to my house to play Sega and rapidly deplete our food if invited, it always beats us why they were always so hungry despite having a mom that owns a restaurant.

Well due to circumstances, I managed to enter higher institution before him by a year, so he was in his finals during the events of these story. Dude don tall pass me wella, he looks like my senior sef. But na my boy to the core.
If I'm asked to name one friend I've impacted both negatively and positively, Francis name would be numero uno on the list, he was my protegee.

I gave him his first alcohol, first woman, first smoke, any major shit y'all can think off, he's the first dude that actually betrayed me and got away with it intact, Hahahaha, he was like the younger brother I had to create in my image, because I didn't wanted to spoil my own brother, atleast make popsy get one consolation.

I was the person that convinced Francis to sign up in my school so that we could rock together since we barely met in school since he was a level below me academically. All the other TP staffs were finals students, so I was their senior brother, a graduate that was not yet a graduate the only fortunate TP staff that had the luxury of getting a whole class to himself with another TP staff.

Is my God not wonderful......

End of chapter 1......

Still I Rock.......