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Chapter 2

"How is our wife, Alex?" Mummy Omolabi asked as soon as I paid for the two buckets of water I wanted to fetch. I knew she was going to ask that question the moment she saw me. It's the reason I wait for her to leave the house before getting water but I was really pressed that morning and needed to use the restroom. I smiled and pondered on what to tell her because if I say that I don't have a wife or girlfriend for that matter, she will quickly suggest one for me and if I ask to know what she was talking about, she would bring back memories I didn't want to remember right now. I was completely depressed at this point.

.. "She is well, ma." I replied the Grandma and moved quickly to the queue, waiting for my turn. Having a woman is the last thing on a drowning man's list. I really couldn't understand the notion behind the craze for having a wife despite the fact that both husband and wife can barely afford two square meals a day. Yet, you see such families with children all over the place looking hungry, dirty and sickly. The men gossiping from morning till night while the few hard-working women leave home to get something for their children and not for the family par se. I might not have seen much and be exposed as a few persons will put it but instinctively I didn't want this kind of life. There was no joy or real family bonding with five people staying in a single apartment and the kids sharing toilet with the matured folks, exposing the little ones to all sorts of infections. I hated this kind of life and desired a better one for myself and until that happens, there will be no family for me..

....I carried both buckets back to my apartment, filled my little drum and hurried to the toilet because I was really pressed. I didn't expect to see anyone that morning there as I thought the house would be empty with people off to work and kids at school but no, someone was in there and I couldn't tell who. I had to wait since we had only one working toilet in the house, yet the landlord will be bragging like he had the best house in the area. And I waited and waited but whoever was there apparently didn't want to leave or was pretending not to know that someone was waiting to use the restroom despite hearing a few knocks on the restroom door. A sign for the occupant to hurry up and finish business as others were waiting. Clearly, this was an attempt for trouble and I didn't have the time for that now.

..."Good morning. Whoever is in there should please hurry up."

.... I said and got an exaggerated hiss in return. I sighed. It was always going to be an aggrevied woman that will decide to be this foolish early in the morning. I decided to be calm and ignored her obvious attempt to get me to quarrel this morning. I waited but still she refused to leave and I wonder why she would be in that awful place longer than necessary just to get back at me for whatever reason. On another day, I would have waited and when she got tired of making a fool of herself, she would do what was wise but today, I was pressed, seriously pressed.

....I went back and banged the door very hard, obviously startling her.

...."Remove the door na. Shey, you want to see wetin pass you this morning, omo Ibo, abi? Oya, open the door na. Oloriburuku, omo-ale."

....I ignored her insults and continued banging the door until I finally heard her pick her bowl from her bucket in order to wash herself and I gave her space. I expected a thorough trashing from the young mother of two who had been flashing me signs that I have always ignored. Despite my obvious delight to long limbed, big booty women; married women were a no go area for me. Infact, the fastest way to kill my erection was say that you are married. Still, one could never tell with these new generation couples these days. It was increasingly difficult to tell if some of these people were married or just fornicating.

.... She flushed at least and came out, her face concerted with rage and ready for battle but flushing my bowels was more important than needless back and forth with the annoying woman. I didn't bother to wait for her business to diffuse before heading for the toilet but this mad woman stood gallantly in front of the restroom and refused to bulge despite my frown.

..."Excuse me, mummy Michael." I spoke in English which usually makes them mad. The illiterates usually hate it when you speak fluent English other than their own language. Their low self esteem usually show after that.

..."Wa san oyinbo pa le ni. (you will speak English tire today)."

....She said and hissed, still refusing to move. I would have loved nothing than to hit her since that's what her so called husband does to put sense into her head but I knew she would call a meeting on my head if I did something like that and it would be my word against hers. Something she was actually counting on but I still refused to be trampled upon despite my age.

.... I simply pushed her out of the way, closed the door and started my business. My shove wasn't hard enough to make her fall but enough for her to rain curses on me and I was certain that what I just did would be the topic of discuss in the compound for the next few days.

.... While in there, I thought of what would be my next step of action but nothing came up. I was really depressed at this point and wondered if I had made the right decision months ago. Was it smart for me to have run away from home?

....I returned to my room and saw that I had a few missed calls from the same number. I flashed the number and hoped that it called back. My budget for airtime was exhausted. In the middle of sweeping the room, my phone rang and I picked quickly.

...."Alex. How are you?" I heard the dull distinct voice of the woman that embarrassed in her office yesterday.

...."Good morning ma." I quietly replied.

...."Yes, morning. My friend at Divine heights wants an assistant teacher for basic 2. Do you where the school is located?" She asked like I had already accepted the job in the first place.

...."No ma."

....."Ah ha, it's a common name now. When you get to First bank busstop, cross over to the other side and walk to the last estate on the road. The school is not too far from the gate." She explained like she was speaking to a child. I was already angry at her behavior, treating me like a beggar.

....."Yes ma." I said and she hung up without another word.

.. Assistant teacher for a basic two class? What an insult! I have never taught any class less than basic four because I honestly couldn't stand the shenanigans of younger kids. Not only that, but to be an assistant like that was the only school available. The manner in which she told me was enough for me not to go to that school because I knew that her friend would surely be like her and she would have discussed everything about me with her friend. Nothing good was going to come out of such a job. I hissed and threw my phone on the bed to continue with my sweeping. To hell with her job offer.

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Relax Alex, God has a better plan for you Thanks for the update

.... Hopefully.

izaray:
Who knos maybe god will just make him an usher in that church were he can always have a proper view of all the big ass around sef

..... I wish

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...,... Chapter 2

....Yes, I was mad but I still prayed and then ate before sleeping only to be awoken by constant knocks on my door. I didn't want to answer because I was having dinner with Ellen in my dreams. My tall, sexy beauty with gorgeous brown eyes. She was my North star. The knocks persisted so I reluctantly went to answer.

"Who is there?" I asked.

"Omo ibo, jade Jade, je ka so ro." (Omo ibo, come outside, let's talk) I heard the calm voice of Daddy Michael say. I wondered what he wanted but wore a singlet over my shorts and came out as requested. It was late in the afternoon already which meant I had slept for over five hours when I should be out there making money. Chai...

Daddy Michael said nothing but led me to a meeting with the available men at home because a few had yet to return from work. We were four in number including the landlord.


"Good evening." He began and was obviously speaking English for my sake.


"I called you out here because of the second toilet. Council came today and when they saw that the whole house was using just one toilet, they wanted to lock the house. I begged and begged and they collected more than three thousand from me." A clear exaggeration but I didn't want to cut him off.


"So, I want us to contribute to fix that toilet. We will need #20,000 to solve the problem...."


"Oga landlord, #2000 per room is too much na. I mean we just paid for #1500 for soak away last month. This your billing is becoming too much oh." Another man angrily said, cutting the old man off.

"I know you Omo - Ibos don't have respect for your elders that's why you can't wait for me to finish before you say your nonsense...." The landlord replied


"I am from Benue and not Ibo. There's a difference sir." The aggrieved man replied.


"You must be very stupid. Arindin omo....." I knew this was how the meeting will drag on and I wasn't ready to wait because I was really hungry.


"Daddy, it's okay. Don't be angry. It's okay." I pleaded and also gave the Benue man sign to calm down.


"O ma da fu e , Omo da da (Well behaved child, it will be well with you). Don't mind the useless man. From morning till night, he will stay inside, later he will be complaining about money. You are not ashamed of yourself that it's your wife that's feeding you. If you don't pay that money, I will send you out of my house. Nonsense." The landlord continued with his rants with Daddy Michael pleading with him to calm down..


The Benue man kept his mouth shut because it was obvious the landlord was angry with him because the guy doesn't drop money for anyone. I don't know what he does for a living but he is actually the richest man in that compound with the most beautiful woman in the street as a wife; fair and thick in the right places but she was short.


... The meeting ended and I returned to my room, thinking about how I was going to get that money now. I looked towards my phone and wondered if I should check out the job offer. I was owning more than six months rent; #9000 for both light and dirt bill and now this? I held my head and fell back to sleep. What do I do?

Well-done boss

This update short o

This guy situation is really tough oh,but sha he shall prevail. abeg oga solo come and continue.

He better takes the job so as to sort out dentist

Well done OP

Na bigmanism go kill you.

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.. That said, let's start the story. I won't be uploading every day as it was custom while I was still posting here for free but I will post frequently as much I can.

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you've caught my attention to this and please try to drop something

I thought they say 'a begger has no choice' na you get yourself.

Mummy Michael

oga cum update na weekend we dey ba.

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Chapter 2 cont'd

My eyes opened at midnight and I found it difficult to sleep again. I rolled and even pulled off my shirt but sleep eluded me. I became frustrated and decided to walk around but still sleep didn't return. I sat down on the only chair in my room and started with my random thoughts. Usually, when I do that, I fall asleep but not this time. What's going on? I asked myself. I have avoided my phone because going there was my last resort but also something I shouldn't be doing anymore considering my new status as a renewed mind. Usually, when I can't sleep, I put on my best porn video which starts from it's slow, romantic play to fast, rough, dominating scene. I blast my essence to the heavens after that. Nothing beats seeing a dominated woman, who is being slightly choked and has her eyes rolled up from the incoming orgasm by the rampaging machine slamming ceaselessly into her.

I stretched forth my hands towards my phone but decided otherwise. I couldn't go back to that life anymore. I couldn't stand myself wasted like an addict after wanking for the fifth time and then the morning comes in which I can barely move my body. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out Nyomi's shiny booty or Nicolette's pleading, puppy looks. But the more I tried to shut out these thoughts, the more my body reacted to them.

.....Soon, my shorts were stretched and my left, sinful hand slowly creeping towards my excited organ. The pressure was getting intense. It was like someone or something was ramming up the volume, trying to force me to do something. Then, it dawned on me that this was clearly an attack from the pit of hell. Getting me to self-service off for whatever reason will set me back to square one.

.... I stood up instead and started worshipping God but it was a battle. Mike ramming into Nyomi and Mac dominating the Amazonian Nicolette kept coming into my mind despite the volume of my voice.
"Don't you want to dominate an intimidating woman like that?" A whisper came in but I ignored it and continued with my worship. Those thoughts left only to be replaced by the few times I took notice of the onion booty of mummy Michael whenever she was bending over, washing her clothes. This caused me to pause and then I laughed. This battle they talk about during the preaching is actually real.

I continued with the worship songs and then I started praying over that day. I didn't know where the prayer points stemmed from but I found myself commanding cosmic entities to favour me that day I commanded the Sun; the moon, the stars, the wind, the rain and the Earth to favour me. I praised and prayed for nearly an hour before I felt tired and I went back to bed. Still, the intensity of the images reduced but never actually left. I soon fell asleep and woke up a few minutes past eight.

There was power and so I plugged in my phone and set out to clean my little room. There was little to do anyway because It was only a bed, a three seater chair and the rest of the items were plates, pots, buckets and my bags in the room. My phone was my television. I sang as I swept my room wandering what I would do today. The thoughts of going to the school my former employer asked me to popped up but I shut it out. I didn't want something off the favor of that woman. I didn't want to work somewhere knowing that a woman who rejected my services was the one who later gave me a place to pay my bills. No, I decided. I will move around and find some other school to teach.

I was in the middle of filling my bucket for bathing when I heard the palm of a hand hit a surface, which happened to be that of another human.

....."Yeeeeeee... Mo ku oh, Daddy Michael fe pa mi oh..." The annoying voice of mummy Michael filled the whole house. I heard rapid movements and then the sting of belt hitting surface, followed by a large scream.

....."Deborah, Iwo, ma a pe le ni. (You eh, I will kill you today.)" Daddy Michael said, amidst rapid hitting of his belt. I sighed. These two were at it again and since I had never intervened in their fights, I kept my distance waiting for someone to come in to separate them but it was looking not so because of how silent everywhere was except for the fighting couple.

.... Usually, the lousy woman would have found her way outside by now and heaping curses on the man that feeds her and her children and would be confident doing so because she had the backing of other people. It wasn't looking like that today and her husband was using that opportunity to really work her body. I stepped out and ran to their room before someone commits murder. I didn't want police trouble. I banged on their door, no response, only beatings and the muffled and weak voice of the woman.

...."Daddy Michael, that's enough. Open the door." I yelled and banged harder. I would have loved to break the door down Hollywood-esque but I had seen enough of couples fight to know that later, I would be seen as the enemy rather than the hero. Besides, I was cash strapped presently and couldn't waste my little money repairing someone else's door. I hoped that he would listen and he did. He stopped.

...."Ashewo Kobo Kobo. Ti ba ri re mo pelu card mi, walahi ma se kan ni nu le yin.( If I should see my card with you again, I swear I will do something in this house.)"
He threatened and finally opened the door. He saw me by the door and when he noticed I was the only one that came this time to intervene after looking around. He nodded at me and left for work.

...... I thought twice but then entered their room to see mummy Michael lying face down on their bed. She was wearing a towel that barely covered her unclothedness. Her long dark legs dangled off the bed with a large chunk of her darker, suprisingly smooth booty exposed. I quickly turned my eyes and called out her name. She didn't answer. I called her by the name I had heard her her husband call her and she gave me a weak reply and then I decided to leave. I didn't want anyone to see in their room in her state of UnCloth.

...... I returned to my room, wondering why two people who obviously didn't like each other were still living together. It just didn't make sense to me. I took my bucket to the bathroom and had a quick shower. I dressed up and headed out to carry out the plan for the day. I took a bike and followed the direction of madam Eniola but during my walk, I discovered that there were three estates on that road and I found at four school signboards, all outside the gates of the estates, Divine heights inclusive.

...... I quickly returned to the bus stop to find a photocopier shop to make more copies of my résumé. I did and I set to drop them at the gates of the schools, hoping for a call back. I told the security men at the each estate gates the honest truth and they let me in. I didn't expect to see big buildings as schools in estates but I surely expected better. Two of the schools were just a single story building and the biggest was two different storey buildings and a bungalow from what I could see after I was let in by the security guard. I dropped my CV regardless and gave the security guards something to get chilled water and then headed home without bothering to check out Divine heights, hoping that one of the schools calls me back.

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Chapter 2 cont'd

My eyes opened at midnight and I found it difficult to sleep again. I rolled and even pulled off my shirt but sleep eluded me. I became frustrated and decided to walk around but still sleep didn't return. I sat down on the only chair in my room and started with my random thoughts. Usually, when I do that, I fall asleep but not this time. What's going on? I asked myself. I have avoided my phone because going there was my last resort but also something I shouldn't be doing anymore considering my new status as a renewed mind. Usually, when I can't sleep, I put on my best porn video which starts from it's slow, romantic play to fast, rough, dominating scene. I blast my essence to the heavens after that. Nothing beats seeing a dominated woman, who is being slightly choked and has her eyes rolled up from the incoming orgasm by the rampaging machine slamming ceaselessly into her.

I stretched forth my hands towards my phone but decided otherwise. I couldn't go back to that life anymore. I couldn't stand myself wasted like an addict after wanking for the fifth time and then the morning comes in which I can barely move my body. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out Nyomi's shiny booty or Nicolette's pleading, puppy looks. But the more I tried to shut out these thoughts, the more my body reacted to them.

.....Soon, my shorts were stretched and my left, sinful hand slowly creeping towards my excited organ. The pressure was getting intense. It was like someone or something was ramming up the volume, trying to force me to do something. Then, it dawned on me that this was clearly an attack from the pit of hell. Getting me to self-service off for whatever reason will set me back to square one.

.... I stood up instead and started worshipping God but it was a battle. Mike ramming into Nyomi and Mac dominating the Amazonian Nicolette kept coming into my mind despite the volume of my voice.
"Don't you want to dominate an intimidating woman like that?" A whisper came in but I ignored it and continued with my worship. Those thoughts left only to be replaced by the few times I took notice of the onion booty of mummy Michael whenever she was bending over, washing her clothes. This caused me to pause and then I laughed. This battle they talk about during the preaching is actually real.

I continued with the worship songs and then I started praying over that day. I didn't know where the prayer points stemmed from but I found myself commanding cosmic entities to favour me that day I commanded the Sun; the moon, the stars, the wind, the rain and the Earth to favour me. I praised and prayed for nearly an hour before I felt tired and I went back to bed. Still, the intensity of the images reduced but never actually left. I soon fell asleep and woke up a few minutes past eight.

There was power and so I plugged in my phone and set out to clean my little room. There was little to do anyway because It was only a bed, a three seater chair and the rest of the items were plates, pots, buckets and my bags in the room. My phone was my television. I sang as I swept my room wandering what I would do today. The thoughts of going to the school my former employer asked me to popped up but I shut it out. I didn't want something off the favor of that woman. I didn't want to work somewhere knowing that a woman who rejected my services was the one who later gave me a place to pay my bills. No, I decided. I will move around and find some other school to teach.

I was in the middle of filling my bucket for bathing when I heard the palm of a hand hit a surface, which happened to be that of another human.

....."Yeeeeeee... Mo ku oh, Daddy Michael fe pa mi oh..." The annoying voice of mummy Michael filled the whole house. I heard rapid movements and then the sting of belt hitting surface, followed by a large scream.

....."Deborah, Iwo, ma a pe le ni. (You eh, I will kill you today.)" Daddy Michael said, amidst rapid hitting of his belt. I sighed. These two were at it again and since I had never intervened in their fights, I kept my distance waiting for someone to come in to separate them but it was looking not so because of how silent everywhere was except for the fighting couple.

.... Usually, the lousy woman would have found her way outside by now and heaping curses on the man that feeds her and her children and would be confident doing so because she had the backing of other people. It wasn't looking like that today and her husband was using that opportunity to really work her body. I stepped out and ran to their room before someone commits murder. I didn't want police trouble. I banged on their door, no response, only beatings and the muffled and weak voice of the woman.

...."Daddy Michael, that's enough. Open the door." I yelled and banged harder. I would have loved to break the door down Hollywood-esque but I had seen enough of couples fight to know that later, I would be seen as the enemy rather than the hero. Besides, I was cash strapped presently and couldn't waste my little money repairing someone else's door. I hoped that he would listen and he did. He stopped.

...."Ashewo Kobo Kobo. Ti ba ri re mo pelu card mi, walahi ma se kan ni nu le yin.( If I should see my card with you again, I swear I will do something in this house.)"
He threatened and finally opened the door. He saw me by the door and when he noticed I was the only one that came this time to intervene after looking around. He nodded at me and left for work.

...... I thought twice but then entered their room to see mummy Michael lying face down on their bed. She was wearing a towel that barely covered her unclothedness. Her long dark legs dangled off the bed with a large chunk of her darker, suprisingly smooth booty exposed. I quickly turned my eyes and called out her name. She didn't answer. I called her by the name I had heard her her husband call her and she gave me a weak reply and then I decided to leave. I didn't want anyone to see in their room in her state of UnCloth.

...... I returned to my room, wondering why two people who obviously didn't like each other were still living together. It just didn't make sense to me. I took my bucket to the bathroom and had a quick shower. I dressed up and headed out to carry out the plan for the day. I took a bike and followed the direction of madam Eniola but during my walk, I discovered that there were three estates on that road and I found at four school signboards, all outside the gates of the estates, Divine heights inclusive.

...... I quickly returned to the bus stop to find a photocopier shop to make more copies of my résumé. I did and I set to drop them at the gates of the schools, hoping for a call back. I told the security men at the each estate gates the honest truth and they let me in. I didn't expect to see big buildings as schools in estates but I surely expected better. Two of the schools were just a single story building and the biggest was two different storey buildings and a bungalow from what I could see after I was let in by the security guard. I dropped my CV regardless and gave the security guards something to get chilled water and then headed home without bothering to check out Divine heights, hoping that one of the schools calls me back.

Your update are short and it take too long for you to update, that's why you don't have to much audience, at least make the update long or you post frequently. From your Very partrontic ghost reader. Right from day one.

Chai i dey enjoy this story bro abeg make this update more longer

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Chapter 2 cont'd

..... "Your certification is just SSCE level? SSCE?" The ridiculously tall, curvy fifty something year old director nearly screamed at me. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. If I wasn't brown and of a fairer skin, I would have turned bright red. That question basically summed up my entire day.

..... I got home after dropping my CVs in all of the schools I found in each of the estates save for the one my former employer sent me to, expecting something and at the same time expecting nothing. I branched at the usual ogbono joint before heading home. I saw my landlord outside this time and I greeted but he only grunted something in reply. I ignored his childish behaviour and moved past mummy Michael who was outside with Grandma. I and Grandma don't get along which is a story for another day. I was heading for the small way that led into the house when I suddenly stopped.

..... Mummy Michael's face was awful. It looked like she was hit by a truck. Okay, I am exaggerating but seriously it was that bad. Jesus! Her hand has cuts probably due to the hits of the belt. I shudder to think what would have happened if I didn't bother to come in to help and I was very sure that this wicked Grandma acting like her friend now was inside as she was being brutalized like a thief although now that I thought about it, she actually stole. I wasn't sure but the fight came about because she used her husband's atm card without his permission.

.....Yeah, that's stealing and despite how annoying and overbearing the woman could be, she didn't deserve this. How can a husband do this to his wife and still find her attractive? Clearly, he has a concubine outside or perhaps concubines. Having a bus makes him quite desirable in the sugar daddy market not that he was that old anyway. How about the kids, how are they going to feel when they see their mother like this?

....... The woman watched me pause to get a good look at her and then rolled her eyes to continue whatever discussions she was having with Grandma. Yes, the woman was still rude. A normal woman who is conscious of herself would be hiding inside her apartment, away from public view at least until she treats herself but no this crazy woman was outside, displaying her abused body to the anyone who cared to see like a trophy or something. Perhaps, she is one of the women who can only be tamed by the use of force or both and her husband are weird couples who get off by one dominating the other. A lot of theories bombarded my head but currently, I was hungry. I didn't expect a thank you from the rude woman but certainly not her rolling her eyes at me. Hopefully, next time I will be at work rather than settling quarrels between couples.

..... I devoured the meal and then turned to my phone, visiting sites that had my favorite stories. Those sites had crazy writers whose work were quite erotic and I certainly didn't need anything to fuel sinful thoughts. I went back to Rick Riordan books but found them too childish. I decided to face the wheel of Time series; the dragon reborn. I slept off reading it and then once again my eyes opened at midnight and the routine of the previous day followed. I prayed and then fell asleep again. I woke up past six in the morning and for some unknown reason, I checked my phone to discover that I had a message. Apparently, one of the schools had sent me an invitation for an interview. I didn't even bother to check the name of the school that sent the message before I raced down to join the queue of people fetching water.

..... I did my usual business but it took nearly forty minutes before I got the chance to have my bath because some women wanted to sleep in the bathroom washing their undies while people heading for work waited. Undies that could be washed after bathing but yet they just want to cause unnecessary scenes. I took mine and dressed as fast as I could. I didn't want to be smelling Shea butter so I refrained from putting on my hair as I had no perfume. I looked decent; beards shaved, hair fine, dress clean. I took photocopies of my credentials and after praying, I headed for the school.

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Your update are short and it take too long for you to update, that's why you don't have to much audience, at least make the update long or you post frequently. From your Very partrontic ghost reader. Right from day one.

..... Thanks for reading and following bro but I am not a new writer here. I don't need to build an audience per se because I already have. I apologise over the short updates lately but I already warned that sometimes I won't be able to post updates. When I was still writing free on nairaland, I post twice a day but I can't do that now so I urge you to bear with me.

Thanks the the update

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Chapter 2 cont'd

..... Precious Jewels in its rather bland purple paint stood majestic before me. It's gates wide opened now because of the imminent showers from heaven which I had managed to avoid just after I got to the school. It was the biggest in size amongst all of the schools I had placed my CVs and I hoped it was big enough to pay more. I greeted the security guard who smiled at me before walking into the reception that was cold from the use of the air-conditioning system. Another plus for the school or perhaps it was all packaging. I sat down as directed by the receptionist who was quite thin. At that point I just hoped that it wasn't due to too much work or from owing staff salaries. I hoped it was none of them.

.......Assembly was done in the classrooms due to the rain that was now pouring without mercy. The plan of the devil didn't come to pass because I would have still been at home as I had no umbrella. Due to the assembly being done in the classrooms, I was unable to tell the total population of the children so as to gauge the paying power of the school. But it looked expensive and should be expensive.

....I was already daydreaming about the food items I will get and getting a small gas cooker because kerosene was getting rather expensive. I was in the middle of this when a child ran past me intending to go into the rain which he succeeded in doing.

...."Samuel, come back here. Samuel!!" A lady yelled as she ran past me too, aiming for the kid. The receptionist cursed in what I assumed was igbo language and went after the kid too. The scene shocked me but it looked like it wasn't the first time this would be happening and surely not the last.

..... I heard the old security guard laughing and I thought that he should be helping rather getting amused by what was happening.

....."Sam, If I get a hold of you this morning." The teacher yelled.

....."Yeee." Someone screamed. Apparently someone had slipped which was expected due to the rain. I just didn't know what a normal child was doing inside this kind of rain in the first place.

.... "Just take a look at you. Dirty, naughty boy!" The teacher mocked the child after giving him some solid slaps on his butt. The door soon opened with the teacher practically dragging the boy upstairs. I finally got a good look at the stubborn lad and right in his eyes was that stubborn, defiant look. This one was of the kids parent dump in school because they cannot bear their shenanigans at home. I really pitied the teacher that would be handling this one.

..."That boy is something else." The receptionist commented after returning to her seat, shaking her head as she said so.

.... I smiled and hoped that all the kids weren't like this. The Man who should attend to me whom I assumed was the head teacher walked up to me and smiled after greeting. He was of average height and looked decent with a suit on and a quite bushy hair on him. I wonder if this was allowed here. If a head teacher can look like this, then I wondered how the female teachers dress. He was a man serving the role as a head teacher in a primary school. I mean what was more odd than that? The school must either be paying well or he wasn't the ambitious type considering the fact that he should be in his late thirties.

.... I replied his greeting and followed him to his office which also served as the computer room. Was he the ICT teacher too? Or why on Earth will a head teacher's office be in a small tiny room that also serves as the ICT room? Mehn, I was already rethinking this. He pointed to a seat and asked me a few basic questions about myself and frowned when I told him the highest degree with me. He wondered what I was doing all this time that I couldn't get into a polytechnic to get an OND or something. I kept quiet because the guy didn't know my story. He gave me the questionnaire and I started work.

.....The questions were quite simple until I got to the science section. I was asked to draw and label the internal parts of an egg. I was shocked and wondered the kind of questions given to these children and more importantly why on earth will this question be given to an applicant. It was quite silly of the school management. There were other ridiculous questions there, some of which I deliberately skipped. I was done and submitted the questionnaire to the man and then in reply, he handed me a laptop and asked me to type a lesson plan based on any topic in the subjects taught here.

....Typing a lesson note? That was new but I acted like it was nothing and proceeded to begin work. I wondered how I was going to go about it because honestly, it's been a while since the last time I wrote a lesson note and I had no idea what it looked like now. In my CV, I stated there that I had recently resigned from a school. Which was true but not entirely true and that would count against me if I type down something otherwise.

.... I also thought that if they type lesson plans here, it means that these laptops will be used by the teachers here to do that. Which means that a sample of the lesson plan should be available on the laptop. I sharply left the blank document page on Word and looked into documents and bingo it was there. Lots of them. I opened one when I was sure the man wasn't looking and downloaded it to my page and the rest they say is history. I wrote about my easiest topic which was marriage and types of it. I submitted after nearly an hour and after reading through the man was impressed. He scored me and showed me a score of 78% which wasn't bad in my opinion. He asked me how much I would like to be paid and I told him 25k. He nearly laughed and told me madam will never pay such an amount to a secondary school leaving certificate holder.

....I insisted on the money despite his best efforts to sway my decision with me wondering what his problem was. He led me upstairs and I couldn't help but notice how tight everywhere was. The madam's office was upstairs. I had barely introduced myself to the woman before she screamed for the whole world to hear what certificate I was carrying. She checked through my questionnaire and seemed to calm down. She then excused everyone in her rather small office and asked me to take my seat which I humbly did.

.....She looked at me through her glasses but her eyes wasn't what made me stare at her, it was the fact that she still had pimples on her face despite her age. She asked me basic questions about myself and why I left my last place of work to which I answered without giving too much away. I didn't need anyone's pity. The real battle started on the salary issue. The woman was adamant and so was I and at the end of the day, we settled for 23k. She said she wants a smart teacher and stated her dislikes for flip flops and to resume work the next day if I wanted the job. See statement sha.

....I was dismissed and I practically ran down the stairs to inform the head teacher who said that he wasn't surprised I was employed. He decided to show me my class before I took my leave. We went to the final floor and when he opened the closed down to my classroom and I saw the stubborn kid on his knees, raising his hands up and a scrowl on his face. I no say I don buy market.

izaray:
Thanks the the update

.... You are welcome.

Na real market he buy oooo

Thanks for the update

Love how you write, like play like play u don start teaching job.

Welcome back Mr Solomon.

Thanks for the mention.

Cool story!

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solomonbrown64
Following closely bro! I just sent you a message on whatsapp

EbonyQueen001:
Welcome back Mr Solomon.
Thanks for the mention.
Cool story!
Following you back to back

.... Thanks dear. It's been a while. How is family and all?

oluwadabira111:
Love how you write, like play like play u don start teaching job.

.... Abi oh..... like play like play.