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Marian17: Wow!!! This is interesting o, Thanks. Btw my age is not 17, I'm a lil' older.

Welcome dear....

U travel?

For Marian17 ..... the 17 na your age?


I walked into the silence of the class as the lecturer practically stopped teaching as she saw me entered. I avoided glances until I got to the space reserved for me by my darling coursemate Amaka. I lowered myself to the chair without looking up expecting the lecturer to continue with her lectures but I was wrong. The silence that had greeted my entrance had increased to an unbearable degree that I had to look up only to see the whole class and the lecturer staring closely at me.

I did the sign of the cross in my heart and looked at the accusing eyes. This seemed to send them the message as they all turned to the teacher who resumed her lectures. I kept looking at them but the moment I tried picking my pen which dropped, the same pin-drop silence followed again. I looked up to see them preparing to cover their noses. It was quite embarrassing that I stood up and walked out of the class counting my steps.

"Puuuuuuuututtututututut"

I froze, someone was making jest of me. I picked my leg and fled the class only to hear cheering chasing behind me.

"Haba Albino, na here you come stay, no lectures abi wetin?"

Paparazi asked me. He had used that name as a yab one night and it had stucked invariably because nothing I did changed people mind from calling me that name. I looked up to see him smiling mischievously at me.

"Why you talk like say you no hear wetin happen na"

I queried burying my head again in the book I was reading. A book by "Brian Tracy ---- The Power of Self Discipline **No Excuses". Maybe I need to discipline my love for food even when hunger stared me in the face.

"Wetin happen na, you wey shit for backyard no be new thing na. If na me I go do worse"

Paparazi voiced his opinion. The dude could be clownish some times that I could not help but laugh at what he just said.

"You no get that liver na, you wey dey fear AU (Dean of Student Affairs) die neh."
I retorted.

"I agree but for money I go do anything"

He said meaning every single word. One thing I had come to discover as my weakness back in school was my inability from backing out of anything thing that had to do with betting. I don't play gamble but I could bet my balls in order to win an argument. I had always won but was still considered the greatest loser in the history of gambling in school. (story for another day).

"Owk, na front of female hostel I want make you shit if you get liver"

I told him my eyes I believed shining from the 1 million dollars idea I felt I had just conceived.

"No problem, how much how much" (typical naija language)

He asked.

"See, you know say me dey experience meltdown and no hope of them sending me money today. I dey even feel say make I borrow money from your place self but I get one idea like that. Make we go room 26, their Charzy room."

I told him.

"You know say I no like that room na"

He replied.

"No worry, the money dey important pass your personality. Everybody go wan bet with you"

I told him, albeit pleadingly when I thought of how I was going to feed for that day.

"Owk, no problem, make we go, da ma, everybody go don come back from lectures because this Muslim students go wan come pray"

He said.

I jumped up and down in my mind as we both walked towards the hostel, lectures for the rest of the day far from my mind. I would face those shit-haters some other day, not today. I was too hungry for that.

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"See, I swear Paparazzi you no fit do am jor"

Ceasar countered heatedly.

"See, una dey underestimate me abi. Make we bet am now, una go hear the story tomorrow if una come school in the morning."

Paparazzi said heatedly. That was the cue I needed, I jumped up and lent my voice into helping Paparazzi gather enough opposition for the bet.

"Make una go N1,000 if una no dey fear"

I said, thinking of my share in the booty.

"We agree".

Deal signed, food was assured for one week straight, I just went straight to the shopping complex to collect a carton of indomie. I knew the money would come for it as everybody had dipped their hands into their pocket and provided their part of the bet. A total of N8,000. Me was the judge and a very old student (by age) was the banker.


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I ate well that week as we won the bet. The females in their hostel had woken up that morning to find a mountain like looking shit in front of their door. It was an eyesore all thanks to Paparazzi. How about me?

I was taken to the security office to write a statement and swear I wasn't responsible for the shit discovered. I only had the argument that I stay off campus. Well, it made me more popular among the female students on campus though in the negative sha.

I ended up not being able to friend any female student that stayed on campus for like......





A month (still on top of my game sha)

Mazi dey feel like Hero now o...






Na so me ma for feel sha...

You no go update now o, later you go say make I comment...

Marian17: The end? No o. The story must not end like this. Foxy come and continue o.

Ehm... Because of you I will continue o... Though I hav no plan to write about my life in school...

valboy20: Hmm...juz lyk that

Just like what?