₦airaland Forum

I thought I'm the only one tired of this story o... I will try to finish up asap... Thankz so much bro... You gat me humbled, God Bless You...[quote author=Its_read1]Kingzpen bet y na,abeg update soon make we finish my life on campus coz i cnt wait to start reading sim card. Keep d good work moving
More ink to ur pen.[/quote]

I gat a drug for that, ask Stefikal for it... Loooool... Soonest Bro...Thankz so much, God Bless You...

wolexino: kingzpen good work bro, abeg update as soon a possible o make u no go give some of us high Bp

Wooooow... Award? *grabs handkerchief, cleans tears* Thankz so much bro... I'm so humbled by your comment... God Bless You...

ib4real95: Nice one bruh... ure the bomb. This shii is hella interesting.. pls update as soon as possible! i award u d best writer on nairaland.

Thankz so much Eyezik... It ain't easy at all... I will drop another update soon...

eyezik3: Boss Kingzpen I throway salute for una, u no dey easy atall before person think and write. But kingzpen the suspense too much ooo.

Girls can't pinch? Is that what you mean? Banji is not always wrong, please note that... The Power Of Suspense... *winks*

dammygoody: yea I support the idea..though Banji's eyes have telescopic capabilities,it might only function in tight examination conditions,who knows?

Better... The next update would shed more light on your view...

Tommybob: The girl was going for something else nd she wasn't with banji's bag buh banji was goin for sumtin wrng.... His bag is still down dia....

*my opinion tho*

Wooooow... I'm surprised you're saying dis fa... Many occasions have I seen a girl run sef not even jog after exams, reason been different... One of which can be she is playing around, hasty to meet someone, going to prepare for the next exam, she might even be going for another borrowed paper in another department so bro, anyone can be the case and perhaps I said, she hastened her steps which should indicate she was in a haste before jogging, she didn't just start jogging... I understand what you meant but maybe the girls you usually see ain't brilliant enough and they were mourning about d paper that didn't go down well... Anything can happen Les, I picture scenes before dropping it so updating this episode ain't needed... Thankz so much bro... God Bless You...

Les: Do girls jog after exams na e be say your school na one kind kpako school like that we shakara no de there dictionary kingspen! kingspen!! kingspen!!! How many times did I call you?? Better modify o, girls don't jog except during sports, unless I'm yet to meet one who does I know it's your tactic of keeping us in suspense but this one didn't work out for me like the one of iPhone in your bag, that's why I have to voice my opinion, it's been long overdue.
*goes back to the back seat

EPISODE 65


He waited for some seconds for me to ask my question, and since I was temporarily dumb, he retrieved his attention from me. I looked around for help but got none, which made me learn a bitter lesson that day; what you sow is exactly what you will reap, no two ways to it. I quietly hummed all the songs I could remember as I masticated the lid of my pen.

“Thirty more minutes!” Mrs Nwachukwu announced.

I needed no soothsayer to apprise me that I was already swimming in the pool of carry over. I began to sweat, my heart began to pump more blood than it should, all because I couldn’t afford to.

The examination was almost coming to an end, heads turning three hundrend and sixty degrees, necks working like a forklift, elongated and abridged within seconds.

“God, I know you were trying to pass a message to me. Now I know and understand better, kindly make a way for me.” I silently prayed.

Afterwards, I peeked on the invigilators, to be sure I wasn’t under their spotlight. I wasn’t. I stretched my hand, tapped the same guy quickly, he turned around, then he signalled with his hand and mimed with his mouth for me to ask my question. I was extremely elated, though I sat but I was up on my feet, dancing.

“Merbenko, Merbenko.” I muttered.

He strained his ears, squeezing his face in confusion, he quite didn’t understand my question. “What is the title of Professor Merbenko’s first novel?” I muttered again.

He was a brilliant chap, he answered me within a tick. “Deept.” He replied me and almost immediately continued with his work.

“Ok Deept, I got it, thank you so much.”

My eyes bulged out like that of a dragonfly, blinking continuously like a traffic light, coupled with the speed of my hand, I lifted, peeped at his answer sheet and dubbed all I saw; since that day I knew my eyes were multifunctional, one of which was telescopic role.

“Get ready to stop!” Mr Akinola shouted.

The gurus of the class had started submitting their scripts while I was busy photocopying another guy’s work. The class was becoming rowdy and the invigilators were busy collecting the scripts, which blinded their eyes away from the underground activities that took place. The raucous state of the class created a room for the dullards to ask questions from the fellows who went on to submit their work. I utilized that opportunity to the fullest, I was able to attempt five more questions out of eleven that frowned at me.

“Hey You!” Mr Akinola shouted with a frown on his face, pointing towards my direction. “Stand up!”

I fidgeted and wondered if I was the one he was refering to because I was guilty of spying into another’s work.

I placed my hand on my chest like a footballer saying his pledge. “Me?” I mimed.

“I said stand up!” He yelled again, taking some steps forward. “Infact, bring your script along.”

In that same minute, Mr Akinola was slightly distracted by a student, who had an issue with the script she submitted, which kept his head buried and his eyes away from me. Still with my hand on my chest, I stood up with a puzzled face, I looked behind to confirm if I was the victim, yes I was. I shuffled my papers together and walked forward before he minutes on my answer sheet.

The girl left, Mr Akinola raised his head and pointed in fury to the direction I was coming from. “Are you mad?!” He yelled out loud. “You! Yes, you wearing the orange shirt, come here.”

I took a shufti at myself to confirm the color of my shirt which I didn’t notice until it was mentioned. I wore a white shirt which was far from being the color mentioned, so I resolved to go back to my seat to complete my work.

“Hey, Mr man where are you going?” He said as I retreated.

I turned around, shocked. “Sir, I want to complete my work.” I said, pointing to my seat.

“So why did you stand up?” Mr Akinola asked.

“Sir, I thought I was the one you were refering to.” I replied with a pity face.

“So?” He said. “It’s time to submit. Oya, everybody submit now! If you’re caught writing afterwards just go and register for this course next year.”

I looked at my answer sheet, it was so scanty, I nodded in pity of myself as I walked on to submit my script. I was still beleaguered to have wasted the last minutes of the examination walking towards Mr Akinola, when I saw my classmates crowded over the heap of bags outside.

I flew outside like a rocket, struggling in the midst of them like the woman with the issue of blood, not to touch the helm of Jesus’ garment but to grab the handle of my bag. I saw different bags but my bag was not in view. I was almost crying as I drew out of the crowd. I stood at akimbo waiting for the crowd to reduce, then I saw my bag behind a fellow about twenty meters away, a girl to be specific, I knew from her hairstyle. I moved briskly towards her, she paced faster. That’s my bag for sure, she’s trying to escape, Banji, come on move faster, I said to myself.

I ignited my engine, I started jogging to catch up with her and almost immediately, she started jogging too.







TO BE CONTINUED...

Wish Npkume could hand over this story to another writer...

Update Coming Up By 10:00...

Dedicating It To Merbenko and Deept...

Love Y'all...

Thankz for the info Bigger Boss... God Bless You... Quietly Following You Like A Spook...

D9ty7: Kingzpen don't mind Stefikal o. She don old baje, she told me she don born ur type seven. Its a secret o.

Guess you should ask Jehoshaphat how he became King at 8...

stefikal: how can a 12 year old be your Boss

Tomorrow Boss... Just got home...

stefikal: @KingzPen I dey greet ooo...wen u go update ur syd now?

Ijebu Igbo... You wanna come... *winks*

Flakkydagirl: Hey Kingzpen,where are you?

I'm so sorry Y'all...

The next update is ready but light no dey this our village...

Sorry I didn't tell you I travelled... Christmas Things...

Update would drop as soon as I get electricity to power on my ssystem...


Merry Christmas To Y'all...

Banji and All My Life On Campus Casts Loves Y'all...

Love Y'all...

It's not easy to write, that's for sure especially when it's your first.

I commend your courage to write and I must say, I really enjoyed your story.

First, watch out for your simile, they make your story strong and interesting so be more creative with them. Don't just drop what's on your mind, think before you drop it and don't use it wrongly. Eg You wrote, 'he was crying like Dagrin's mother.' That's quite offensive. You can try something like this: He cried like a child who lost his fees. That's much better because no finger pointing...

Secondly, be mindful of how you use celebrities in your writeup. They can sue you for dragging their names in the mud. Eg You mentioned, OBJ and TB Joshua. Instead of mentioning their names or nicknames, you can stylishly describe them, and that would also task the brain of your readers.

Thirdly, don't get carried away. Be focused and pass the message right inspite of the jokes you throw along the line.

Lastly, You Are A Good Writer. Keep The Flag Flying...

Hmmmmmmmmmm... Loooool... Prophet Eyezik speaking... Loooool...

eyezik3: These trouble is now gettin tougher dunno wat he's gonna write down, i finkz he who laugh last laugh best. I see a bright star for banji's life but d guy go suffer, he go hear am ooo before he go make it in life...

Loooool... I can't stop laffing as well... All thankz to God... *smiles*

Tommybob: The most funny part was when you tapped the wrong guy.... I created a sight of how strange he will look @ you... Chai!..... Lwkm oo... Funi episode..



Nd thanks for the other time bro...

Seriously?? Wooooow... Happy to know... 400 Level... mail me: onasanyaisrael@gmail.com

hollydee: Good to hear that bro, wat level am also a computer science student.....#gbayi

NancyDearie, I just sent you a mail. Please kindly reply asap...

Looooool... Sure, I'm a UIte, Computer Science Student, and a Kantangite and for the records, Indy is not Zik's mate... Loooool... Thankz so much but the name I used was coincidental...

hollydee: I will like to commend your work mr kingspen as this is my 1st and ever comment on nairaland and any other social site, you have really done a great work....kudos to you. Kingspen, this story is realy gave me an insight about who u are, I stand to be corrected, University of Ibadan student, u reside in either zik hall my hall of resident or our younger brothers hall *winks* Indy, computer science student because Dr. Akinola which u mentioned is a JAVA lecturer there. Ones again kudos to you and I still stand to be corrected.

LmaoOooo... Abi Oooo... When I no know wetin to write...

dammygoody: Lmao..@"after 45mins,my answer sheet was still a virgin"

Hahhahhahaahaha... LmaoOooo...

stefikal: Lwkmd @'my answer sheet was still a virgin'

EPISODE 64


They came out of the lecture room, some rushed to their bags, picked up their books and glanced through it while some hanged around chatting, those were the bookworms of the class. All these gave me the confidence that the examination hadn’t commenced. I moved closer to confirm, I was right after all.

“Hey! You all should form a straight line here.” Mrs Nwachukwu said. “The exam is about to start.”

Some obeyed quickly, while some moved reluctantly, burying their heads in the book they read, they apparently weren’t prepared enough. I joined the queue but was scared with the way some students revised.

“He can’t ask that question jor. Haba! Why talk like this, he can o because he did ask this same question last year.” The two folks in front of me argued, bartering past questions for textbook.

I stood on my toes to peep at the question they argued about, we never could tell if that very question would surface in the question paper. The question looked familiar but I had no clue what the answer was.

“Guys, abeg this question four, wetin be the...” I was asking and immediately got dumb when I heard an heartbreaking order. “Drop our bags outside?”

“Now!” Mrs Nwachukwu yelled as students proved adamant to her command. “Drop all you have in it. Your books, your phones and all you know will implicate you. Drop them all outside here.”

Outside? I asked myself. I became totally immersed in the river of anxiety, I looked around like a shoplifter as I couldn’t decipher what to do about the treasures in my bag.

“Iphone four, Iphone four.” I muttered as I stood at akimbo with my head bowed thinking deeply on what to do.

“You wan sell am?” One of the guys intruded.

I raised my head, funnily stared at him like a trader whose goods were priced without been bought and returned my head to its position, thinking. “Where I go keep this Iphone o?” I mumbled.

That same fellow tapped me. “Guy, is the Iphone white or black?” He asked.

He got my thought coagulated, I was thinking of how to keep my stuffs safe and he was busy exposing them. I displayed a pinch of my fury to him. I raised my head and looked at him with a corner of my eye.

“You dey mad?” I yelled at him, creating a scene from the act.

“Wetin happen na?” Another fellow said from behind, pulling me by the arm.

I ignored the fellow like a manual that came with a television, focusing on my subject, the intruder. “Guy, give yourself brain o. I tell you sey I wan sell phone?” I ranted. “I be SLOT or I resemble Jumia or Konga dot com? You better no ask me any yeye question again.”

I hissed and left that environment.

“Oya go in. Yes, Mr Akinwale let that one enter, I have searched her.” Mrs Nwanchukwu said as she searched the students.

I was yet to drop my bag and the spotlight was almost getting to me. Should I return to my hall to drop it? Should I tell Mrs Nwachukwu I have something expensive in my bag? Will she allow me in with it? Jesus, what should I do? Questions flooded my mind like stories on Nairaland, without any answer to them.

I decided to run to my hall to drop it, I turned around and was ambling away like a spook. “Hey Mr! Where are you going?” Mrs Nwachukwu called my attention.

I twitched and I returned to my position. “Ehm Ehm Ma, I was...” I stuttered as she interjected.

“So you are among the stubborn ones that didn’t drop their bags when I asked you all to, huh?” She said with an angry face.

“Ma...” I wanted to explain.

“Shush.” She sounded and pointed to a heap of bags. “Go drop your bag there.”

I contemplated. “Now!” She yelled.

I languidly moved to the heap of bags and let down my bag by the side. I was searched, then I bounced into the examination hall. I sat down in the class but my mind was outside, standing beside my bag.

“No cheating, no talking, no murmuring because if you’re caught, hian.” Mr Akinola warned as he went around sharing the answer sheets. “You will dance to the music of your action.”

“The exam is for two hours and it’s about to start.” Mrs Nwachukwu added as she shared the question paper. “You can start.”

I did a short prayer and It seemed the prayer didn’t go beyond the roof when I opened the question paper and saw some intricate questions.

“Jesus.” I muttered as I stared at the question paper.

I went blank. I turned to the second page of the question paper to scan through other questions. Lo and behold, the question I was about asking those guys winked at me. What will I do now? I asked myself. The ceiling of the classroom had fourty two coffers, three fans and five fluorescent tube, joblessness made me count.

“You’ve spent forty five minutes.” Mr Akinola said.

Forty five minutes gone and my answer sheet was still a virgin. ‘Only those who knows their way around, truly are the genius.’ I reminded myself.

I moved my eyes swiftly, monitoring the invigilators. Go on, tap him, my mind said to me. I obeyed. I stretched my hand, tapped the guy in front of me, he turned around and I became dumb. Why? I tapped the wrong guy, the guy who asked about the details of my phone.






TO BE CONTINUED...

Thankz so much buh where on earth have you been? I have missed your comment... Abeg don't leave me Oooooo...[quote author=Lil'knight]Nice writeup so far...kip it up bro![/quote]

Thankz for volunteering to help out... Looool...

noblebright: wow! guy u don enter 1chance again but u need deliverance. dnt worry un dat cuas i'll help u out.

TemmyTayo, the lady with the sharp eyes, searches all around like a FBI... I dey kitchen dey cook the next update... Abeg I dey come... *winks*

Temmytayo20: Kingzpen i saw u ooo... Cum update nw

Flakky, where are you na?

Nice Piece Boss... Sorry about your dad... May His Soul Rest In Perfect Peace...

Following...

Zainharb, I don miss you Oooooo... Seeing your comment again sparked something in me... God Bless You Dear...

zainharb: Loving dis story episode by episode. Well done Kingz

Looooooool...

Temmytayo20: *shocked*Ha!! Banji again....
I pity ur condition ooo

Yes Ooooo... Thankz so much for believing in Banji... You are too much bro... *giggles in Idoma*

dammygoody: ...I don't know why,but just like Kingzpen said,I see a hero in him;;though his "life troubles" are extra-ridiculous,I feel he can overcome them all and stand heroic at the end............ *sighs in Spanish*(that's the new trend now )