A Story written by Therock5555…
Hello folks, I just felt like dropping this short piece for una, I’m still warming up to hit NL hard so make una just dey watch my profile. Gracias…. This is just a short tale, if the responses are good, I’ll drop another short tale when I’m free. Please this is not your all so straight forward fucck story, so please just manage the build up to your climax, you won’t regret it.
Now when folks hear the word “one chance” the first thing that hits the mind are robbers or ritualists and the ideal location is Lagos but I’m sorry to bring you folks back to base, my own tale happened in a boisterous town in Nasarawa state and it didn’t involve a vehicle but I surely rode something big that day, so grab a seat and enjoy the ride.
It began one fateful morning, the previous week I had seen my name on the admission list to the schothe applied into or would I say my dad forced me to apply into when a Custom officer convinced him that the school was better than what I initially wanted to apply for, I strangled the man in my dream that night.
I must have been the most saddest person that day when I saw my name as number four on the list, while people were screaming in joy, some calling their loved ones to appraise them on the development at hand, my hands were on my head. I was thinking of how I would begin to run round school for lectures, how I would leave my high earning job for a certificate that would still require me to look for a job again. I was disrupt to say the truth. To worsen it all, I was given a different course from that which I applied for in my mind I was like ‘this serves my dad right, shey he wants me to be a doctor, yeah I guess I was a geographical doctor that mbelong
That morning I arrived school with a loaded pocket and topped up bank account to enable me register everything I needed, a notice was placed aside the admission list that the new students should come that morning to collect their tellers to pay the tuition fees in the bank, I thought of that as a foolish idea, why we hadn’t gone direct to the bank, collect a teller there and pay with the teller besieged me.
I was pretty lazy waking up that day, I took enough time to dress up and refused taking bike, I was busy strolling like boss, my #1005 blings were shinning in the dull riding sun, I was feeling like ‘omo alhaji’ but when I saw the line up of students that filled the back side of the admin block were the tellers were given, I went dumbstruck. Even Buhari’s rally got nothing on the number of folks I saw that morning. Some people were there as early as 3am. I was like ‘which kin rubbish lines be this Na, Na them be the first set to get admission for higher institution ‘ the pushing going around no be here o, I couldn’t differentiate boys from girls, it was battle of the fittest, I wanted to go back home but when I realized that the collection of teller would be closed the next day for the year one students I respected myself. I ran upstairs to a lecturers office so as to plead for assistance but the woman was obviously in a foul mood, she told me to join my mates and leave her office, she claimed I was now a student so I better learn to fight for myself.
When went back outside, the crowd had tripled and more were thronging in, I was like ‘ if school dey like this, how bank wan dey?’ I curse the man that deceived my father as I tried to join the line, about six guys rushed me saying that they were behind the person that I was standing behind, tears filled my eyes. I was so mad but I had no choice but endure under the tipid wicked sun that felt like scaling my skin while the useless boys stood under a tree, since I had nobody to cover for me, I beared my pain and comforted myself with my comforter. My ear phones.
“3 HOURS LATER”
“SIX PURE WATER DRANK AND THREE CUPS OF FRESH GROUNDNUT CHEW”
“LINE MOVED SLOWLY, MY LEGS FELT LIKE RUBBER, MY WAIST ACHED, I WAS SWEATING LIKE A GOAT, MY JEAN AND SNEAKERS HAD BEEN TRAMPLED ON TOP LIKE CARPET, I HAD BEEN PUSHED, SHOVED, DRAGGED BACK BUT I WAS STILL RESOLUTE AND IN ONE PIECE”
“IT WAS REMAINING FOUR GUYS TO MY TURN WHEN IT HAPPENED”
To Be Continued…