Meanwhile, Baba 70 broke the cane and charged towards a corner of the classroom to look for something he had kept there or not. The head boy raced towards where Baba 70 had run to and pushed him away.
He fell on his butt0ckz and speedily rose to his feet. He scuttled towards the Head boy and they engage their heads. Looking sternly, red-eyed into each others gaze. Their nostrils emitted heat and they could feel each others’ breath.
Bitter scene like this were often seen in movies as the prelude to a fight. It was as though a duel had been charged by either of the party. This was one fight many would have paid for in the school, if it were to be aired life at the boxing arena – National Stadium, Lagos.
The class had rose to their feet, many of the timid and fearful had raced out of the class while some stood to witness the fight of a Main clause (the head boy) and subordinate clause (Baba 70).
Some people that had gotten the gist from both science and commercial class had come in numbers, some of them trying to gain entrance to the classroom while others – lobbied at the fancy blocks.
Most of them battling to balance either one eye close and the other opened to see through or couldn’t even see at all.
Few of them were able to see Bala and Izu. The others who were trying to see the Head boy and Baba 70 were deterred gazes by those who blocked the only door left open into the classroom out of the two doors.
James whispered Zainab’s name from the blocks where her seat was located at the side of the wall. Her seat was just a desk and a chair from the first seat. She was still in the classroom because it was the kind of scene she loved to watch.
She was even amongst those who were adding fire to the fight. But Fatimah her friend was nowhere to be found. May be she was still lying on the floor or was among those separating the people who wanted to fight. Yet, Zainab wasn’t bothered where her friend might be. she was rather smiling into space and taunting some inaudible words of spur.
James called louder about three times before she was able to hear and faced his direction.
“Yes what is it?” She questioned looking through the blocks. She was able to see James clearly against his own view which was impeded.
“Peter said, I should give you this note,” James handed her the note but didn’t wait to convey a reply to his messenger.
“Wait,” she called out but he was already gone and there was no way she could force her head through the opening in the blocks except she was trying to set a record which was in all honesty, impossible by the space in between the blocks and the structure and size of her head.
She opened the small note that had been well folded in form of a design. It was in a form of envelop but patterned with running ridges at all ends. She knew this might be the work of Adefemi or Isaac but they were both in the class that moment so she didn’t bother her mind much on it. She opened it and read what was in it.
It’s with pleasure I write to inform you that I would like to have some time with you at the close of school today. I hope I don’t sound rude by this request and please, don’t think I take you to be a `cheap.’
This could be seen as a date, so don’t come with any of your friends.
The beat of my heart cannot restrain my yawns for you any longer. And I think I have to express myself to you in person, to know what to do before I finally short down off my fantasy.
Venue:- Ice-cream bar, big field.
Time:- anytime convenient by you at the close of school.
Would be seated there once the bell rings, so I hope you would honour my request?
She quickly folded the paper back into its position. She hadn’t read such thing before but she understood with the letter she had spied on Mariam with Fatimah. She knew what Peter’s intentions might be but she was uncertain may be she should give her heart out now to a guy.
To Be Continued….