ONCE A LOVER - Season 1 - Episode 8

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ONCE A LOVER - Season 1 - Episode 8

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(CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE)

“I love this topic… so interesting and
understanding.” Daniel expressed happily.
“Please, can we be doing this kind of tutorial
when we are less busy?” Daniel pleaded smiling.

“Sure, I would also love that.” I replied
affirmatively.

“Thank you so much Ola… I love you.” Cynthia
said smiling and sincerely.
“Love?” Daniel, Princess and I exclaimed in
unison.
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“Love? Did I say that?” Cynthia questioned in
disbelief.

“I sense something o, make una dey play love
love game o like that o, congrat my guy, Cynthia
don talk her mind.” Daniel said jokingly.
“Hmm!” Princess sighs looking at Cynthia
gloomily.

“What is ‘hmm’ for this matter? It concerns you?”

Daniel asked directing his statement to Princess.

“I beg your pardon.” Princess shouted.
“We know your type… omo booty for government
school.” Daniel concluded and hissed. All this
while I opened my mouth in agape by Cynthia’s
statement, I was just speechless and
dumbstruck. It seems was brain washed but I
regained back my consciousness when Daniel
and Princess are exchanging words of abuses.
“Daniel, please stop this… you are too
troublesome.” I cautioned with a frown face.
“Na you sabi, that is how person go dey tell you,
you too gentle try to emulate me small.” Daniel
replied in pidgin.
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“Cynthia, what do you mean by your statement?”

I asked not that audible with a frown face.
“I don’t mean my statement, and I don’t mean
anything, I was too excited by the topic you
taught me, it was just a mistake.” Cynthia replied
looking at another direction.

“Okay.” I concluded faking a smile. I packed my
book inside my #10 polythene bag and picked up
my jotter and I left the class for the library.
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On my way to the library, I ran into the senior
that beat me on my first day in the school.
“Hey! You come here.” He barked from a
distance. I looked at his direction and I saw that
he has his hand round the waist of the girl sitting
with him.

“This school is corrupt… look at a prefect,
someone that suppose to be a role model to
others, he was the one doing rubbish with a
fellow student… a role model indeed.” I thought
as I sluggishly walk to their direction.
“Can you walk fast? You idiot!” He blasted from a
distant and I increased my pace.

“Good morning seniors.” I greeted bending down
as a sign of respect.

“Why are you walking sluggishly before?” He
asked facing me.

“I’m sorry sir… I have a strain on my leg.” I lied.

“That is none of my business.” He rebutted and
turned to the female prefect.
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I stood at a spot motionless; the senior was
busy talking with his girl. And that idiot was also
laughing to his boring talk.
“Sir, I am here.” I call to his notice after standing
for like five minutes with him giving me any
attention.

“Am I blind? You fool.” He paused.
“Stay there and don’t move an inch else I will
skin you alive.” He commanded smiling to his
girl.

“Tonight must be a thriller one; I promise I would
go eight round on you.” The senior said directing
his statement to his girl.

“Like seriously?” She asked with broad smile all
over her face.

“Eight rounds? Is he a sprinter? Beside the least
sprint a sprinter can go is 500 metre and that’s
five rounds… how is 800 metre possible? No…
no… he said tonight…” I thought looking at the
ground.

“Sprinters don’t run at night, I sense his eight
rounds mean something else.” I thought.

“I bet you won’t win this time around, you know
you win the last time, but this time around I am
winning all.” The female senior boasted.
“Let wait and see.” The male senior concluded.

“Sir… is there a race in the school because I am
also a runner.” I asked directing my statement to
the male senior.

“What do you mean?” He asked puzzled.
“You said eight rounds and…” I replied but
unfinished. The senior raised his hand up high in
the air as he landed a thunderous slap on my
cheek (you know those kind of slap that will
make you to be seeing stars when received).
“Aaaarrhhhh!” I groaned in pain holding the
slapped cheek.
“See this idiot o, so you have been listening to
our conversation all this while. So silly of you, I
will teach you a lesson today but before that let
me send you a message. I am very hungry…
hmmm…” He blasted and paused.
“Go to the food vendor; buy me rice 300 naira
with meat 200 naira. Hmmm (thinking)… buy two
nutri milk drink that is 150 naira each and two
water melon, that suppose to be 100.” He paused
smiling at me.

“Sir, money … the cost is 900 naira all together.”

I uttered holding my cheek in pain.
“Take this money and bring the change.” He
offered holding a 100 naira note.
“Sir, this is 100 naira and the cost of what you
send me is 900 naira all together.” I replied with
a shaky voice.

“If they born you well don’t buy all those things I
send you.” He roared loudly. I shivered in fear as
sweat roll down from my head to my toes.
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