He moved forward, his leg in quick succession, as they moved one after the other to approached him or them (Izu and Baba 70). He was really undecided about the second person as he was much concerned about the one that had defied his authority.
He halted at a bearing not anymore far from his assailed. He remembered what the Vice principal had just said about his conduct. If he should make any bad move now; he could ruin his own life himself.
He tried to run through his mind with thoughts of what might become of him if he should carry out what was making up in his mind. Should I just start decking this fool some punches or should I injure him? But what was going to be his fate was, either he was suspended or not allowed to write his WAEC.
He was sweating now; the heat that was generating in his thoughts and fears, if there was any – was making the pores of his skin soak out water involuntarily. His heart skipped as though it would be blown off by the coming disaster.
It was coming very fast, the foot the disaster was walking on was that which couldn’t be compared with any human being’s. It looked to his imagination, might have been some sort of a giant often found in caves or of ancient days – when it was said giants occupied the earth. They came in numbers, stamping their feet on the ground. That was the way his blood was pumping into his heart and fears enveloped him.
The swipe of his hands over his face was followed by the looks of students that lay on the floor watching him. Was he to disregard his dignity as the most dreaded of all prefects and leave Izu, who had ridiculed him? He tried to check through again. His mind raced back and forth as he stood eyes focus at his assailed but mind at work on a draft inside his body or rather a map covered inside his flesh.
But what was this stony face doing beside Izu and why wasn’t he lying like the rest of the class? he thought. Now his sweat was pumping more, his heart beating with raucous pitch, they were very hollow and horrific – they seem to betray his pride. It felt they were already giving him in to his Juniors and might eventually get him totally ridiculed.
His legs were shaking rapidly now, as if they would `convulse’ any moment. They couldn’t grip the floor very well. Just a shout of `hey’ and he would fall on his knees. He knew his sweat gland had already betrayed him but his legs were the worst that could betray him still.
He tried to steady himself on one leg, so as to suppress the weight the two seemed to be carrying now. Perhaps they were too much for two legs and would rather be left for just one to carry the burden. Had he done it as thought with full intent to put all his hope on one leg, he would have been a joker. That would have shattered his being in no time and the Great Senior Bala had been conquered by Izu even without a fight – the whole SS1 would start squabbling.
He remembered the event between Baba 70 and himself. He knew who he was now – yet he was not sure what he was doing, trying to involve himself in this case.
`I have dealt very well with this one before,’ he thought, not putting into consideration – that was in the past, some two years ago.
Baba 70 had changed both in look and in built. However, he hadn’t even put more into his thoughts – he had dealt with him as a result of the help he got from his colleague.
He carried his heavy legs and tried to turn back swiftly but remembered, the Head Boy had come along with him, so he changed direction again and faced his former.
Determined, he walked towards both of them and stood – not some two steps from them. He saw the look on Baba 70’s face but tried to ignore it, to ignore all the stupid thoughts of giving up – that had played handball in his mind.
“Come guy, you dey crase, I say make una lie down flat, you dey si-down. Abi you get two head?” Bala fumed, demonstrating his anger with the gesticulation of his hands.
His mouths were running taps, as spittle flew out of every words that came out of them. Bubbles beautifully formed from them, flew leisurely, but going off when touched by a particle or they had an air mishap.
“Wait Senior” Baba 70 tried to honour his position as his prefect, then continued “why you dey punish us for wetin another person do you?”
“Yes, why?” Came from a voice at the far left of the classroom to protest.
“I no know o, Mctew!” Another person said.
“Who hissed just now?” The head boy paced forward to the direction, he thought the hiss came from. No one responded as he asked the second and third time.
“Answer my question now” Baba 70 asked feigning smiles.
His face was not all that bony but the construction of his face made him look like someone with a stoned-face. They were grazed by two 1 that stood vertically on both sides of his face. He was very slim but FELA had hope in his life time if Baba 70 had been seen by him. His waist was as though it were made of foil papers – it could be blown away by breeze but they still withstood any condition.
The belt that held his school trousers to his waist in the real sense could go round twice, fastening them more to his tiny waist. His flat butt0ckz were often mocked at by Fatmah and others who most of the time hailed him `Baba 70, flat yansh,’ but had always taken it as jokes.
Most of the girls loved him for his warmth and funny displays. Times he would just start twerking in front of the class. Start standing, resting and jerking his legs to dance the crazy dances his legend FELA had done in his time. None the less, he never failed to be serious when event required and this was the sort of time one don’t step on his toes.
Though gentle, he was more deadly than a python’s venom. He was jovial whenever he spoke and people didn’t often know when he was playing or not but some people knew him so well that, they figured out his character.
Bala saw a cane resting at the wall of the blackboard and quickly went to pick it up and flip, flap, flop, it rained on Izu and Baba 70. Only heaven knew what had got him offended! The question Baba 70 asked or the way they still remained sitting on the desk after his command.
Baba 70 rose up and held the cane in mid-air. Izu pushed Bala away and he released the cane. Izu’s mouth was watering now, he was really angered by what Bala had just done. He knew he had left Bala to get away with the slap but not this one. He rattled forward to grab him and rent on him, the anger welling up in his chest.
To Be Continued….