ONCE A LOVER - Season 1 - Episode 10

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ONCE A LOVER - Season 1 - Episode 10

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(CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE)

“Can you believe Princess and Cynthia fought
each other because of you?” Daniel broke down
the latest.
“What! But why?” I asked in disbelief.
“Princess called Cynthia a harlot and Cynthia
also take it to her head and Cynthia brought up a
fight. I was just laughing because their fight was
really amazing. I can’t believe Cynthia could beat
Princess so mercilessly like that. She beat
Princess like a baby but Princess also tried, she
left a mark on Cynthia’s face.” Daniel said
laughing.

“And you’re looking them?” I asked in disbelief.

“What should I do? I should try to separate them
so that they can beat me up abi and you know
that those girls and I are not in talking terms.”

Daniel defended smiling.
“Who now separate them or are they still
fighting?” I asked with a frown face.
“No… Some female students in the class had
separated them, but I am really happy to watch
live wrestling.” Daniel reported smiling but
concluded jokingly.
“Can we move faster than this?” I asked feeling
uncomfortable with our shambling.

“I can’t run o, I just can’t.” Daniel cast off
nodding his head in disapproval.
“Silly you…” I replied as I hit him playfully.
“Ola, the prefects of a thing doesn’t know their
work o, the teachers went for seminar and they
can’t monitor the school. Are they not useless?
Look at how students are playing outside even
when it is not break time.” Daniel observed
looking round the premises.

“I also thought so… but where are we? Are we
not outside?” I asked in parable smiling and
Daniel also burst into laughter. Just then, Mr.
Anume bike could be heard from a distance; he
was the school disciplinary teacher and he show
no mercy while punishing student’s; he always
stick to his words when it comes to punishment.

If he said that he is giving someone hundred
lashes of cane no one can stop him and no one
can reduce the numbers of lashes. Mr. Anume
was a man of his words, he has his own rules
and regulations and he is equally trustworthy and
honest. He is courageous and gutsy. He was
bald and hairless. He was dark in complexion,
handsome, cute, tall and huge. Hair has never
been seen on his head because of his baldness.

He was taking the science class Basic Electricity
(a trade course borrowed from physics). He has
a bike in which the sound the bike gave out was
well known to the student’s and the school at
large.
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PRESENT
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‘Peew’ all the students were well-sited in their
respective class within just a glimmer of an eye.

No student ever prayed to face the wrath of Mr.
Anume. I was equally with Daniel in my class
fixing my gaze on a note book which I know I
was unable to comprehend. Mr. Anume’s office
was also in block with my class.
He could be seen as he drove his noisy bike
elapse my class and he parked at the bike
garage of the school. He demounted from his
bike and entered my class instead of his office. I
was beginning to enjoy my reading thought it is
something I know.
“On stand greet.” A female student from the
front sit close to the door began.
“Good morning sir.” We all conclude in chorus.

“What’s good about the morning?” Mr. Anume
asked robbing his hairless head with his right
hand.
“Tell me what’s good about the morning.” Mr.
Anume questioned again fixing his gazed at me. I
could feel my heart pounding and pulsating. ‘did
he saw me running into the class’ that was the
thought that ran into my mind and sweat started
rolling down from my head. I fixed my gazed at
my table to avoid been suspicious.

“You’re all here making noise and when you
heard the sound of my noisy bike you all keep
quite.” Mr. Anume observed.
“So, you’re telling me that no one can volunteer
to be the teacher of today that the teachers are
not in the school.” He paused.
“I pity you all because by this time next term…
many of you would be in commercial or art class
because it seems you don’t know what you’re
here to do.” He said as he jiggled the bunch of
key he was holding.
“You can continue with you noise but be warn.”
He concluded as he left the class for the
staffroom.

Mr. Anume left the class after his word of
wisdom and that was the real man Mr. Anume is,
he love counseling his students and he punish
the serious students more than the unserious
one when the need arrives.
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“Please can someone volunteer to teach us
something untaught or something he or she
understood better? Please, I don’t want to be
flogged by Mr. Anume.” Biggy (his nickname)
barked from the back seat but on his feet. Biggy
original name was Nathanial, but he was
nicknamed by an art student back then in their
junior secondary school days because he was
truly fat and fleshy. He was short and
troublesome but he hate been flogged.
“Have you ever been flogged by Mr. Anume?”

Amara; a dark and skinny Igbo girl questioned
behind him.

“Amara or what’s your name, am not talking to
you o.” Biggy rebutted.

“Biggy, we’re not fighting na, I was only asking
you if Mr. A…” She defended but unfinished.
“Mr. Anume haven’t flog me and I don’t pray he
flog me… don’t you see how he was flogging
some students yesterday.” Biggy responded.
“Please let maintain decorum, we are matured
enough to composed ourselves. We are no more
in junior class, but we are in senior class and
this is the time we ought to be planning our life
and what we dream of becoming in future.
Please let be making use of our modesty and
etiquette.” I advised standing on my feet.
“Class rep; be writing the names of the noise
makers that will help.” Bisola; a calm, quite and
gentle girl in the class suggested.

“Bisola, we are matured now, how can I be
writing the names of my fellow mate as noise
makers, that sound ridiculous and preposterous
and that is not the best solution. We are mature
enough to compose ourselves and make
ourselves busy and if it needs someone can
come to the board and teach a topic he/she
knows better and it is untaught in the class. We
are here to learn and no knowledge is wasted.” I
counseled and the whole class was as silent as
a graveyard.

“Please, can anyone come on to the board and
teach us something as Biggy suggested.” I
questioned looking at the whole class who fixed
their gawks on me.

“I will.” Princess said raising her biro up for
notice.

Daniel burst into laughter and I gave him an ugly
look. He also retorted the look and I stare at
Princess.
“Please come on, we’re all ready to learn.” I said
smiling at her. She gave back the smile as she
get on her feet.
“Can I pass?” She asked giving Cynthia some
kinds of irritating looks. But Cynthia only hissed
and she makes way for her to pass. I offered
Cynthia some pieces of chalks and she collected
it stylishly. I get back to my sit and I stare at
Princess as she walks majestically to the
chalkboard.

“Please, can someone clean the board for me?”

She requested holding a piece of chalk.
“Ah! Ah!!” The whole class exclaimed in disbelief.

“Please stop.” I cautioned as I get on my feet
and get the duster. I was about cleaning the
board when…