Donigspain - S01 E18

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Donigspain - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

I went home fuming in anger on

how am going to tackle the issue

at hand which was a threat to

my integrity and ego. I went

straight to my archive box where

I normally kept important

documents, receipts and letters.

At last, I found her love letter

which I believe she must have

thought I tore after reading. My

heart leapt in joy while an usual

devilish smile appeared on my

face as I thought out plans on

how to strike back. ”If she had

the guts to report you to the

school authority then you should

give her a thirst of your wrath” I

heard a voice adviced in my

head. This was a familiar voice. In

fact, I even had an imaginary

pictorial representation of the

owner of the voice; a little

creature with two short horns,

long tail and mischievous smile.

This creature had always been a

good advicer in times I needed

to revenge, avenge or cause

mayhem. His advice never fails.

At the same moment I also heard

another voice which I believed to

be a less mean creature; a

younger brother to the former.

”Just explain yourself to the

proprietor tomorrow. Don’t

exaggerate the situation but

make sure she pays for her sins”

the second creature adviced.

I nodded in agreement to the

advice of the latter as I saw no

need in going to extremes in my

quest to punish the little girl. I

took the letter, placed it inside an

envelope, closed my box and

then lay on the bed in

satisfaction of a well prepared

counter-attack.

The next day I left for school with

my revenge scheme. Not long

after the students morning

assembly was over, the

proprietor called me into his

office and repeated the same

statements he had earlier made

the previous day about a student

reporting me to him. I settled

down, took a deep breath before

bringing out the envelope

containing the love letter from

my back pocket.

”Sir, our people say it is better

for an accused not to have done

that which he or she is being

accused of. The English say that

he who goes to equity must

come with clean hands. I don’t

have much to say but to request

you read this little piece of

writing contained in the

envelope, Sir” I said before

handing over the envelope for

his reading pleasure.

He collected the envelope from

me, opened it, wore his glasses

and began to read through the

writings of the paper which was

in his hands. I believe he must

have read the letter for three

times because it took about five

minutes before he raised his

head with full gaze on me, his

face painted in utter disbelief,

jaws dropped and eyes red as a

lady experiencing a hangover.

He heaved a deep sigh before he

pleaded with me not to take the

case beyond the present status

with a promise to sanction the

student appropriately. I asked

him to give me back the letter

before thanking him for his

mature handling of the issue as

well promised to keep up with

my established integrity. I left his

office shoulder high knowing

fully well that I had won the

battle.

I was yet to settle properly in the

staffroom when I heard the bell.

*Hmmm, it ain’t time yet for the

second lesson period. E be like

dis man no wan delay to punish

dis gal at all at all*

I was deep in thoughts without

knowing I had already started

grinning like ‘donkey’ in the

movie ‘shrek.’

”Guy, wetin you dey open teeth

for here na. Tell me wetin dey

totori your heart dis early

morning,” I heard Darlington

questioned.

”Darly, you no go understand o.

But later I go yan you wella,” I

responded with a wink.

The students gathered with each

of them wondering what may be

the reason for this impromptu

call. The proprietor mounted the

wooden podium from where he

called out the controversial girl.

He gave her a stern rebuke and

warning to desist from character

assassination of her teachers

and then proceeded to sanction

her with an indefinite

suspension pending when he

resolves to forgive her. He also

requested she wrote an apology

letter to me as well as a physical

apology. Finally, the proprietor

warned the rest of the students

especially the females to desist

from writing love letters to their

teachers before he dismissed

them back into their various

classes.

From that day I became a sacred

cow; respected and feared by all,

loved by many.

Life as a teacher continued

normally until one day. A red

letter day!