Salisu looked at his watch for then umpteenth time. Oga's wife was still dressing up, quite the annoying situation. He wondered why women in general can't be exact; its either they want you to be five minutes early or like today,twenty minutes late. He had to bear the insults, which to be fair to her has reduced recently when he comes late, or he has to waste his time when he is early.

Not that he had any choice. In fact, considering the rate of unemployment in this country, he is indeed blessed to have this job. A job pay of 120,000 naira per month, free food and accomodation (which is a boys quarters, not the 'hut' used by the gateman), electricity and water bills paid, he was really blessed. He could not remember the last time he really had to 'hustle' for a puny wrap of fufu or amala, the food has been sumptuous and never too little, courtesy of his boss wife. He knew, despite his lack of education that many a graduate will jump at the job he has, therefore he protected it with all he had. His boss had often told him that he was still around because he was part of the family, even though the first son Andrew, who has died was older than him.

Which brought him to his current thoughts. He had initially planned to save enough money to go to school, maybe even up to Diploma level or something from the tertiary institution; so as to secure a 'better' job, that was if there was anything called a better job at the moment. He wanted his children to have the kind of life he saw his boss kids enjoy, even if it was a shade of it.

Then Andrew entered the university and changed. Changed so badly that it disrupted what was a blissful marriage and made a nightmare, with parents having frightful fears for their kid, while Andrew carried on with his stubbornness.

At the end, Andrew was killed in what was an attack by the cultists he was trying to defeat. It broke his parents heart and with it, the marriage. Seeing all of this stunted Salisu's faith in education, and so he stopped bothering about it until now.

Clara suddenly came out, asking him to start the car immediately. Her presence was now becoming another distraction to him, as he soaked up her beauty. Despite the facts that she has two grown up kids and she was clocking fifty, Salisu could still try and woo her. Of course, the consequences of either success or failure was too much for him to handle. After all, this was a boss who had entrusted him with some much, even as much as his wife who he had not touched for a long time. Salisu was not in the know about how their relationship had gone, but he knew that sex was lacking, not because their hormones had paused; it was more because of the unseen lack of affection they had for each other.

Seeing her reminded him that he was a fully grown man and that he had to 'fire' his frustrations at a woman, both of them been n.aked of course. He loved rough sex and Shukurat, the groundnut seller will soon show up. She was the main recipient of his sexual urges, even though she always protests before the act.

"Salisu! What are you doing?" He just realised that he had been standing since like forever, leading to Clara being in an angry mood. He quickly apologised to her and started the car, driving her quickly towards her workplace.

Fifteen minutes later he came back, driving like a mad man. He had taken shortcuts on the road at dazzling speeds that Clara was beginning to suspect that something ulterior was on his mind. In fact if that was the first time he drove her, she would have been afraid that she was about to be kidnapped. He was not bothered anyway, his attention was only on the mounting 'attention' he was having and a soft, soothing fresh a.ss he had to plunder.

As he was about to enter the room, Tade called him.

"If that groundnut seller comes, call her for me." Salisu nodded his head. Tade looked at him half-suspiciously. "Why are you shaking like a cold dog in harmattan? Ki lo she yin?" ( What is wrong with you?). Salisu realised that he was getting agitated, quickly calmed himself down.

"Nothing sir." He answered, almost choking himself.

"Okay. If you have an health problems tell dad, he can sort you out. "

"Okay sir." Tade entered back into the house,leaving Salisu to walk back to his lodge

"If its because of that girl, then just be careful. If she breaks a bone, its none of our business." Tade spoke from the window. Salisu looked back and felt like swearing for him. If not situation, will he be speaking to him like that?

"Mstcheww!" He hissed at him as someone knocked on the door.

Lmmmaaaooooo!!!

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Shukurat, about four feet tall with well made bosoms and fattened as5, walked into the house. Salisu looked immediately towards her direction and moved swiftly to her, leading her away from the gateman and towards his lodge.

"Salisu, e fi mi le! O de oh!"( Salisu leave me alone! You have come oh!) She shouted, alerting Tade to her presence.

Salisu! Bring her here! Salisu looked at her angrily, before dragging her toward the main house.

Salisu da kun, e ro ra!( Salisu please, take it easy).

Can't you speak english? Na so you go dey embarrass me in front of people.

She smiled at him, batting an eyelid towards him as she brought down her goods. Tade came out and looked at her.

An idea came through his mind.

Come inside. He told her, shocking Salisu. Shukurat entered inside with the grace of a beauty queen, even though she was a mere groundnut seller. Tade watched her enter, wondering where she learned how to walk like that. He then turned and batted an eyelid to Salisu before entering in.

Salisu started to sweat, wondering what his boss kid was thinking. Did he want to sleep with her? She does not look like the kind of girl he will think about. Yet her 'assets' were that good to rid a man of his good senses. He tiptoed to the window facing the sitting room.

He watched as Tade was asking her question after question, bringing about her academics, her family, work, anything and everything. Salisu was initially relieved that he was after her but then started becoming apprehensive as time ticked away. He wanted to deal with her 'personally' and here is 'this boy' holding him up.

Salisu! Salisu! Oga don come! The gateman shouted, getting his attention. Tade then came out with Shukurat, much to Salisu's dismay. He knows that his boss will be busy and will need him, therefore pushing Shukurat off the way. He quickly went into the his lodge in order to 'take care' of his urges. Tade, meanwhile brought about #200 naira groundnut before sending her away.

The holiday continued slowly, boring most people off as they began to lose the joy of being at home and was itching to return to school. Life for Tade was normal, his parents were still more at work than at home, Salisu still kept his ' Under-G' runs with Shukurat, the gateman kept his busy-body role, e.t.c . The only difference was that there were lesser girls for Tade to sleep with, probably because his class of girls had risen.

The new semester started without much ceremony, the fresh students were already turning stale and the buzz was now reduced, with people now anticipating the results of the previous exams.

Tade was walking around Amphitheatre when Kolade ran towards him, telling him about a released examination result. Tade sprinted quickly towards the department, hoping to get there before angry students tear off the results.

The department was in a bit of chaos as all the results were been released sequentially, giving some students the jitters. Tade could see some of the female students in tears, clearly distraught about the results of the examinations. Many a Part One student were now calculating their G.P, while a lot of stalites just walked out of the area like it was not their business they monitored.

Tade had a good result himself, not that he doubted otherwise. Personally the previous semester was good for him, apart from Dumuje's story with Ortega. He then remembered Dumuje's threat and the course that he offered and rushed to the department, checking his matriculation number and name.

He got to Dumuje's result and realised that he failed.

THANKS FOR THE UPDATE. BUT IS TOO SHORT.

Tade was baffled. Was Dumuje failing the course purposely or did some conditions hinder him? What conditions could they be?
He looked at the result for some time, eventually picking out his colleague on that day, who passed the course, baffling Tade the more. Did Dumuje know that he will fail the course and then orchestrated Ortega's death?

He walked away, having more questions than answers streaming through his mind. Malik said something about Dumuje having a power bike, in fact Dumuje was the only person with a power bike on campus currently. The report going round campus was that Ortega was killed by a person on a power bike, minutes after he reappeared on campus. Not up to 24 hours later, Dumuje reports that his bike was stolen and then reports again that it had been returned. It looked too simple, yet very efficient to dismiss Dumuje of any wrong doing. The situation irked him badly. Why did Ortega have to die like that? He walked straight to the hostel with a heavy heart.

Ortega's burial held two weeks later in his hometown. Tade managed to gather some of his Law colleagues to go for the burial. Ortega was no one's friend, but considering that he was the past class representative or captain, he had to do something about it, even if its just to honour him. Wande and some of the Faculty executives followed, with Wande sticking close to him, which irked Tade. Since the day that Shade gisted him all about her, Tade had kept a tape-rule distance from her. Now she is closer than he was comfortable with. To add more discomfort, she was playing more familiarly with him, asking questions all around the place. He just had to bear with the whole situation, so he answered her questions in an evasive manner, giving no clear answer to her questions.

Back at the funeral, they were welcomed by Ortega's family, coldly at first before they eventually warmed up to Tade and his entourage. Tade could blame them really, it was the fault of the cults that Ortega was dead. It can never be easy to look at a group of students kindly when you know that one of them could be grinning secretly at them. Watching Ortega's body being laid to the ground, Tade was briefly shocked to the bones. Was that how everyone's life will end? Despite your beauty, riches, intelligence et al, you will just be dumped to the ground, a lump body with no idea of what will happen to it, then maggots and earthworms that you have fought so hard to drive away from you now have free access to you? Karma is real, folks!

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I am in church retreat, so I have not been able to continue the story. We will be done by Saturday afternoon, so I may be able to put something later this night.

Chapter Five

Now as the class captain, Tade then began to understand what Ortega may have faced in that position. He had a couple of issues; making more copies of some lecturers hand-outs, some students had issues with lecturers, finding free venues for make-up classes, e.t.c.

And then there was threats from cult members.

He had found much to his dismay, that Dumuje would be a pain in his neck as long as they will be taking courses. Fortunately for Tade, he and Dumuje were taking no other courses, at least until Part 3. However, one or two extra students were trying to use cult influence to force him into wrong decisions. One of such happened during a test period.

Two of the students were colluding to steal a peek at one of the lecturer's questions. They had made all the plans and were bent on fulfilling them. Unfortunately for Tade, the lecturer had trusted him with the questions which was in a leather bag.

So he was now their target!

Am sorry for how short it is, am having a bit of a writer's block at the moment and my BIS is ending today, so it may take some days before I update. Am seriously sorry.

Hopefully before next week, I will be back.

nice ma guy, keep it up

Funny enough, it was not really as they saw it.

Dr Fakunle was notorious for been a cynic when it came to dealing with his students. It was on record that he had thee highest number of students retaking his course, and he always obliged to fail them mercilessly if they did not perform. Money did not move him, neither did hot legs or big boobs. He was seemingly so unmovable that it was rumoured that Old Sammy, who was a student in another department taking the course (for it was not only Law students that had the misfortune of facing the man). had to take the course five times, a very unwelcome experience. Of course this only scared fresh students in the department, as stalites had already become hard to his behavior.

But no student wanted to fail.

What he saw in Tade was still a mystery, up til now, but he decided to trust this rich, butter-eyed class rep with a whole lot of things. Hand-outs that he rarely gave the class, shifting of his lectures to suit students ( not like him) and he even once decide to waiver a test he had planned to give the unsuspecting students, all because Tade was not around on that day. This was not surely him!

Of course, such closeness is hard to miss and before Tade could say hey, female students, desperate to move ahead with their lives and dump the man's course started moving towards Tade, not like he had not had enough attention from the ladies before. Some 'bad-belle' guys were insinuating that he and Dr Fakunle were in an intimate relationship, a rumour that led to Tade calling them to order and threatening them with a court order. Others were watching, while a few male students shelved their pride and went to meet him for help. Tade obliged gladly.

Then second semester exams were driving close and he made a stunning announcement.

'My questions are all objective. They will be here by tomorrow. I expect no one in my office unlee my class rep. Do you understand?'

"Eh? Class rep again!"

Some of the guys could not take it again. Not that it was odd for the class representative to see a lecturer at this period; granted that he was not seeing questions of course. It was more to the character of the person in question. Dr Fakunle was not the kind of man that sees his students during this period, even if it was the class captain.

So some students decided to take action and watched Tade from a distance, planning to trap him and then get anything they could from him. The day they finally chose to implement their plan was the day Dr Fakunle gave him a certain brown bag filled with papers, purportedly question papers for the exams.

Tade was just leaving the department and was passing through what was called Science MiniMart, it was 9pm at this period, when he realised that he was cornered.

Two guys in black outfits bearing the mark of a scorpion at their backs were standing directly in front of him. He turned back to retrace his steps, only to meet three angry looking faces and mean bodies charging at him. With them so close to him, there was no time to run, so he stepped back a bit as they started sending punches at him, one by one.

Tade dodged one and a two, but three became a bit too much and when one of them held his hands at his back, he was ruthlessly exposed and beaten by the other two, at least until an overly sensitive watchman noticed the fight and faced some shots at their direction, causing the others to flee. They did take the bag, however and scurried off before the watchman could make out the identity of any of them. Tade, who was already a bit weak from the beating, moved slowly towards his hostel, aided by the watchman, then decided to take a detour to the Health Centre.

This was a week to the start of examinations.

For a week Tade laid in the hospital, feeling useless and dejected. He had fallen for a trap and failed to keep what should be important documents away from those thugs. He was sure that those guys were from his department.

However, he had friends which included his ever loyal roomies, Shittu and Made, while Quadri and Malik came in once in a while. That cheered him up, even though he felt an bit empty afterwards.

By thursday, he had recovered well enough to leave the hospital, something he was glad about. However, a cloud seemed to hang on his head as the lecturer who seemed to have put him into so much did not so much as send a student to check after his wellbeing, making Tade feel used.

He relayed his feeling to Malik.

'You should not take it personal, besides he has not asked for his bag now, has he? Na you dey carry matter for head like say na your money dey inside the bag.'

'But its one kind. E be like say im no send wetin wan happen to me.'

'Wetin you expect, that one na persin? See, better face your exams and bone the issue. They no go look say you no well give you special questions, so read.'

Tade looked away from Malik and faced his books, knowing that Malik was right.

nice one

The exams came with the usual buzz of reading even though in actuality, the buzz of reading is always established far earlier than usual. That is often due to the high amounts of assignments and church/mosque work to be done, not adding the conferences and meets around.

Tade was hurrying to his room after a dracula of a exam which spanned two hours before seemed like six hours to the students, including Tade himself, when some students accosted him.

Shebi na you be Dr Fakunle's pikin, why you no answer us wey we ask for answer for exams? You dey form holy, holy for us abi?

Tade's looked at them squarely in the face, his face almost bursting into flames.

'What is it with you people? Can't you read for your own exam? I was beaten and wounded in the hospital a few days to exams, none of you ask after me. I struggled to get the latest material from him, you guys could not help me there. The only thing you three know is to be copying people everywhere. You can't get give people answer if they asked.'

He now turned to their leader. 'If you know that you can't read for your exams, go and sort yourself out. I had the worst exam today and I can't start petting you people.'

The exams came with the usual buzz of reading even though in actuality, the buzz of reading is always established far earlier than usual. That is often due to the high amounts of assignments and church/mosque work to be done, not adding the conferences and meets around.

Tade was hurrying to his room after a dracula of a exam which spanned two hours before seemed like six hours to the students, including Tade himself, when some students accosted him.

'Shebi na you be Dr Fakunle's pikin, why you no answer us wey we ask for answer for exams? You dey form holy, holy for us abi?'

Tade's looked at them squarely in the face, his face almost bursting into flames.

'What is it with you people? Can't you read for your own exam? I was beaten and wounded in the hospital a few days to exams, none of you ask after me. I struggled to get the latest material from him, you guys could not help me there. The only thing you three know is to be copying people everywhere. You can't get give people answer if they asked.'

He now turned to their leader. 'If you know that you can't read for your exams, go and sort yourself out. I had the worst exam today and I can't start petting you people.'

He stormed out in their presence, obviously fuming. How can humans be so careless and tactless? He had gone through the toughest period of his life and still had to do this exam, yet all they care is about themselves. Not even a "how are you doing?" from their mouths.

He was about taking a bike when a student stopped him.

'Dr Fakunle is asking after you.'

He hissed.

So this man remembered me today? He thought to himself as he walked briskly back to the department. He did not want to spend much time in there.

'Good evening sir.' He greeted the lecturer, who seemed to be busy and had faced the window.

'Oh, there you are.' He turned and faced Tade. How was the exam?

Tade looked at him, trying to decipher his thoughts from his face. He failed woefully.

It was fine, though a bit tough. He answered sincerely.

'I expected it to be a bit tough for you and more difficult for other students. That's the way to breed fine students, pass them through the fire of examinations!' He grinned, leaving Tade to imagine if the older man was with his senses. The topics from which the questions came from were basically uncharted grounds as he just touched on the topics in class.

'But sir, you hardly taught us this aspect of the course.' Tade tried his luck and spoke out, just in case the man gave some information about the reasons why he did what he did. His luck just shaved the area.

'Of course! That's why you have textbooks; so that you can read more about the topics! You students like to be spoon-fed! In our days we always went ahead to search for textbooks and we were always ahead of the class.'

But you guys had free meals and less distractions. Tade thought to himself.

'If the result is bad, I will see what I can do.' He concluded. He then looked at Tade squarely.

'Where is my brown bag?'

Tade broke into a sweat. His feet agitated as he did not want to offend the man, in as much as the older man had to know the truth.

"Sir, some students stole it from me." He blurted out, hoping that it will be the end of it. His luck then ran out.

"How did that happen?" Dr Fakunle asked.

"They waylaid me on the day you gave me the bag sir. Tade said a bit more confidently. They beat me up and collected the bag. In fact I was in the Health Centre for a week."

"So those lads went after the bag, eh?" Dr Fakunle said quietly before breaking into a big, hearty laugh, surprising Tade who did not know what to make out of it.

"The fo.ols! He said. They fell for it, the idio.ts!" He then looked at Tade.

"I told them that the bag contained the question papers for the exams and told them that they will never see it. For course they were the ones who came around to ask for favours that I was not willing to give." He grinned again. "I put some random questions from other Universities into the bag and used the department answer sheet to cover it. I don't believe what they did."

"Please you can go." He told Tade, who was expecting an apology. When the lecturer turned his back and faced the window, Tade walked out in anger.

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Damn! Tade don suffer! that Dr gan, I dey suspect am.

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My phone got stolen, so re-writing the manuscript.

"What were you expecting? A pity party?" Malik asked Tade. Tade had just relayed what happened between him and Dr Fakunle to the room.

"Of course he was not going to apologise to you, which part of the world did you come from?" He asked Tade again, as Made looked at his roomie. Ajebutter folks can be so stupid! He thought.

"Well, I expected him to show some sympathy at the least." Tade answered back. "Not like I wanted him to prostrate for me."

"You are on a long thing, Tade. Made told him. Don't you know that its a hidden rule that elderly folks don't apologise to their younger ones, including and especially if they are not so wrong. Even when they are in the wrong, they won't apologise and woe to you if they are in the right! You will be roasted."

"See Tade, you just have to forget that treatment meted out on you and move on. These men are not worth it and in four, five years you will be done with them." Chuks advised him.

"Yes, behaving like a kid whose candy was seized from him won't help you. Andrew said. Mind you, you have an exam tomorrow and he has none. Its you that is losing if you continue thinking along those lines."

Tade sighed and moved to prepare for the next day.

The exams continued with no incident. Soon it was time to go home as the session had ended. Most of the other folks had left and the rest ( Malik and Andrew) were not in the room when Tade started packing his load. Again, he had excess raw food to give. As he was about locking his locker, a certain fellow showed up.

"Na you dey form James Bond for me abi?" He asked. Tade turned round and saw the fellow who first accosted him in school over a packet of Indomie.

"Hungry boy, what are you looking for here?" Tade looked menacingly at him. The young guy cleaned some sweat off his head and started removing his shirt.

"Na me you dey call hungry boy? A whole Jugo! Yee, I don die! Who be you sef? Wetin you feel you get?" He said, flexing his muscles.

"See, see if you have nothing to do, I have somewhere am going to. Isn't it disrespectful to yourself that you have to be making all this noise, like a village tout despite your age?"

The boy could not take it any longer and lunged at Tade with a punch. Tade was swift, and comfortably dodged the attack before landing a choke-slap at the guy's throat. The action forced the guy to beat a retreat, his eyes betraying the sensation of shock as he gasped for air. As he make another attempt at Tade, he missed and fell on a wooden chair. Enraged at his failure, he swung an arm to Tade, who dodged it again and then land two quick, heavy blows at the fellow, before dragging him off the chair and laying hold of his neck.

"Now listen to me, idiot!" Tade started. "If you can't ask for something nicely, don't ask at all. This will be the second and last time I will let you off nicely. If you continue to harass me, I will make sure that the face of amoeba will have more structure than you, you understand?"

The guy nodded as Tade released his grip and kicked him out of the room.

"Nuisance!" He hissed out

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Reading through this story, I found out that it a nice a nd healthy story.. .


I'm here now, keep em coming anyways

Thanks Harjibolar and Tholuwani.

I do need constructive criticism if there is.

Enjoy.