Students hurried towards the assembly ground. The school seemed to have been cleaned to a certain satisfaction of the teachers.
The SS1 waited for the two other classes to take their lane before they decided to form a line.
Afterwards, a prefect climbed the podium. It was the Assembly Prefect for christian. They often give assembly prefect to two individuals, a Christian and a Muslim.
“Good morning everyone” she greeted all smiles.
Everyone knew her, even the new SS1 students knew her as Senior Praise. They had even composed a `burla’ for her. You would hear them singing.
“Senior fellowship! Senior praise! Senior fellowship! Can I come and fellowship with you, in your house?”
It was one Udoka and his colleagues that had composed that song for her cause she had also been the president of the Junior School Fellowship gathering.
She started with her usual clapping of the hands and the student followed suit, for almost 2minutes before she finally intoned a praise song.
“We bring the sacrifice of praise, into the house of the Lord”
I know it must have sounded really familiar, `bring the sacrifice of praise’ by Praise. But it was just a mere coincidence.
After some lengthy songs of praise by Praise, she intoned the worship song.
“Kelvin, can you please pray for us” she called out after the worship. They were used to such habit. Calling anybody’s name from the crowd to pray after worship.
“Which of the Kelvin?” Rang out from the students.
“Kelvin in SS2!” She identified.
“I for fear” was murmured by Kelvin in SS1 and his colleagues gave some silent laugh.
“God save your life Kelvo” Lamah guffawed.
“In jesus name,……….”
Once thee prayer ended, they sang the national anthem. The problem came when the School Anthem was sang.
“Can we now have the school anthem?” Praise said.
Some sections of the crowd started singing.
`Like a light, shine on top of the hill. We are shine with knowledge and wisdom’
While majority of the SS1 sang.
`In Junior high school, Folawiyo you are, sitting, learning under dedicated teachers”
In Junior High school, at the Senior High school?. What sort of dullards has the senior school promoted to them?
“Quiet everybody!” Shouted Senior praise.
“SS1, if you don’t know the school anthem, it is advisable you keep mute. I mean keep your mouth shut” she added and later asked those who knew the anthem to sing, after which the school pledge was recited.
Soon as Praise left the podium, the school principal took stage. She was fair in complexion. A bit fleshy in the pink cover jacket she wore – on a green shirt and a grey skirt. Her hair were coiled and it looked like Margaret Thatcher’s hair. She herself looked Thatcher or her twin sister from an African country.
“Good morning students” she greeted putting on her glasses. “You are all welcome to a new academic year. Most especially our new student from the Junior school,” she added pointing and looking towards their queue.
“I won’t be saying much today. So we just need to introduce our teachers to you.” She looked sideways and could find about 4 teachers to her left.
“That is Mr. Etuk, the chemistry teacher. Followed closely is Mr. Abawe who takes physics. She is Miss Olaoye and she takes Economics. Here is Mrs Bamidele and she takes Commerce”
“This is Mr. Oshideko, he would be taking you Agricultural Science” she said now turning to the teachers who stood at the right side of the podium. “Mr. Ashafa is the head teacher and he also takes Biology but specially for SS3 students except Mr. Orowale is not around.
The government teacher is not around and the mathematics and English teachers – with some other subject but they would be introduced to you as time goes on.
As you all know, I’m the principal and my name is Mrs. Ogunfidodo. Mr. Adedigba is the first Vice principal and the second Vice is Mrs. Oyetunde.
The school doesn’t tolerant academics decadence. Our statement and school motto is clear. So any student find wanting would be put through by the teacher twice, after that, would be made to leave the school to a Technical college. That is, when he/she repeats twice or three times, that’s goodbye.
That would be all for now, you may now retire to your classes.” She concluded and the students made to move.
“All the SS1 students should move to this class,” Mr. Etuk, the chemistry teacher said pointing to a class close to the Stairs.
They all moved into the class, some standing, while others, sitting three-three on a seat.
The chemistry teacher came into the classroom after the Principal had finished addressing the teachers.
“Good morning class” he said adjusting the glasses that hung at the tip of his nose “as had been introduced to you, I’m the chemistry teacher.”
To Be Continued….