Only heaven knew what the principal had been talking to the teachers about for close to one hour. The 2nd period was almost over and still – no lectures had been received. Izu had taken the opportunity to go see Enore in her class.
Her class was on the middle floor of the 3 storied-school building. She was in science class. She was the same height with Izu and same colour of the skin but her fair skin was often maintained which made it more glowing than Izu’s. Only God knew how Izu had managed to talk to her and get her to be his girlfriend.
Girls were often regarded as not really sensible when it comes to love but Love was better ascribed to be very moronic because it makes one ridicule oneself. Status or whatever age one was, the colours of one’s skin or tribe were most of the time struck useless by Love.
Love has done many bad than good to the society, some sections of the world might say base on their own perspective but to the opposing section – love is seriously needed in the world.
Due to the fact that no teacher was around. Izu had had the guts to enter into the SS2 classroom and was sitting beside Enore and – they were discussing. Though, it would have been better if it were the other way round, – whereby, it was Enore who had visited Izu.
“So wetin you talk na? You go get chance today?” Izu motioned his face in the usual piteous dimension.
“I never know o! You know say I go help my `maale’ ground beans for her Akara and pill some yam and potato.” She explained to him.
“But you suppose finish all that one by 7pm na?” He protested.
“Ehn, if I finish. I go still try cook down so if papa come back from office, him go see food chop” she placed a hand on her desk and bent her neck a bit, facing him.
“Shey your `maale’ no fit cook him food ni?” Izu was now getting angry at the excuses Enore was giving.
“You know say now, na me be the female wey dey house and I suppose to don dey learn how to cook. So that if you marry me for house, I go fit cook better and sweet (delicious) food for you,” she joked.
Izu wasn’t sure of what this one was driving at. But at the mention of sweet food, his mouth watered. No one had ever prepared anything delicious to his taste apart from mammy Izu but Enore’s intent was like it. Like it would beat his mother’s dish. This one surely is going to be a good wife.
“Ok, I hear you. When you go come finish?” But he didn’t get a reply as one senior entered the class.
It seems someone in Enore’s class had gone to report – Izu was sitting in SS2 with someone who should be his senior. There was supposed to be some respect. But seriously, respect in a love affair – that would be one of the most absurd thing to think of.
“Hey you, stand up and get out” Senior Bala who was most feared by all shouted but it didn’t bulge Izu.
He didn’t stand up from where he sat or even turned to see who the person was but he knew his voice very well. The `mumu’ senior who often claim as though he were the Head Boy. `Even the Head Boy self no reach the way this one dey always carry am for head like hairstyle.’
“Are you mad?” Bala cursed putting a finger to his head.
He rose up in speed, the rate at which the speed of sound would travelled as if he was going to strike Bala.
“See, let me tell you something. I’m not mad” Izu spoke the first correct english one of his classmate would have laughed about.
Enore tapped him on the hand so he could stop talking but the boil was already loosed in his anus. He was really enraged as if, he had had this bully in mind before.
“Come, na me you dey follow talk like that?” Bala changed to pidgin.
“How many people stand for my front?” Izu confronted him plainly without even thinking twice this was the most dreaded senior Bala. The bad Bala.
A slap landed on Izu’s face and he was about raising his hands to swipe his back when Enore rose up and held his right hand in mid-air.
Such calculation she had made and it saved some disaster from happening. This could have caused a scene in which Enore would be ridiculed to be dating her junior and that would spell doom for Izu himself – cause the news would transport to the staff room in no time.
Izu shook his hands free and was about walking out of Bala’s presence when he drew him back. “Come back here, you fool! Come, you dey mad for head? Abi crase dey worry you?”
Izu didn’t reply but was folding his lips in anger with his teeth. He bit his lips sadly at the restraint he was forcing on himself. He felt like descending on this nigga who stood before him.
“Now, on your knees and start crawling.” Bala commanded.
Something bulged him and he spoke up “wetin I do you now?”
“Shut up. Obey before complain!” Bala shouted.
He went on his knee but he thought it well before doing it. He had thought about his parents. He knew what they had sent him to school for. It wasn’t to fight or disobey authorities. But this one was uncalled for.
He remembered how he had fought one guy called Ezema in his primary school. That fight was the fight of two Elephants. They wrestled and lifted each other off the floor.
Thud, each body would land on the ground. Instead of them being the ones to feel the pain, it was the floor that felt it. The ground really suffered that day but in the end, they (school authority) almost suspended both of them. They were mercilessly flogged on the assembly ground by Mr. Audu, Olaomo and Okparaji.
He knew if a fight should break up between him and Bala, he was sure going to give him a good go for his power. `Nah, i go surely beat this one die,’ he thought, without examining the power of his intending opponent. Bala wasn’t as chubby as he was but he stood a bit tall with some built chest to his upper body. `all those muscle no fit do am o,’ he looked at Bala with contempt.
“I say crawl on your knee. Are you deaf?”
But Izu, this time rose up and left his presence. He walked out of the door and Bala, who was amazed – had stood on a spot for almost 3minutes before he was jolted back to reality and he ran after Izu, – now absolutely boiling with steam.
To Be Continued….