As i was urinating in the toilet, my nose percieved something. Something that smelt like weed.
“maybe dis canteen people dey cook, and na their food dey smell like dis” i tot. I was thinking the smell came from the canteen next to our sch.
The smell came again, this time stronger. I was sure someone was smoking weed nearby.
As i tip-toed to where the smell was coming from, i heard footsteps.
“stop there!! I have already seen ur faces, if u run!!” i commanded. It was two boys; Taiwo (kehinde’s twin brother) and James.
“what are u doing here?” i inquired. “ehn ehn ehn ehn!! Uncle, we ehn ehn, we came to s’hit” Taiwo stammered. “u came to s’hit ehn? what is in ur hand?” i inquired. At that moment i saw Taiwo quickly deeped his hands with the weed into his pocket, i pretended i didn’t see what he did. “nothing sir” he responded.
“ok, lemme see ur hand” i said.
They were both as fidgety as a Jelly fish. “mumu boy, bcos of fear e don go put weed wey dey on for him pocket, him trouser go soon catch fire” i tot. “my friend!! what is in ur hand!!” i shouted, making them start shaking like they had been electrocuted. “what am i smelling? So u are smoking ehn? So u smoke?” i said, “no Uncle we are not smoking oh, we came to burn paper, u are smelling the paper we are burning” James said a rubbish lie. “dis one think say i no know how weed dey smell, e no know say i be “Ezendiigbo 1″ of weed smokers for Ilesa” i tot.
At this moment i could see that the weed was burning Taiwo’s pocket already. “i want make ur pocket catch fire, abi u no wan show me wetin dey ur hand? infact na all ur trouser go catch fire” i tot.
“so all ur mates are in class and u are here smoking indian h’emp!!” i said. James postrated instantly and pleaded saying; “Sir, we are not smoking india oh, we are not smoking india”. Taiwo did not postrate, but stood shaking
I could see smoke was coming out of Taiwo’s pocket, the weed was burning his pocket. I didn’t want the weed to burn only his pocket, i wanted a full scale inferno.
Taiwo was almost crying, the weed in his pocket was hurting him seriously, he didn’t want to give up and bring out the “hand with the weed” from his pocket, until…………………………. “Mò gbé oh!!!” he shouted running to the toilet. A minute later, the toilet was flushed, but what i wasn’t sure of was if he had flushed himself down the toilet.
To be continued
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