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Full Chapters (1 To 3) Of "The Last Days At Forcados High School " by Nobody: 4:55pm On Oct 03, 2015 |
The Last Days at Forcados High School Excerpt (Chapter 1
– 3)
“The Last Days at Forcados High School” by Ayobami Hanif
Mohammed is a must read for all Candidates preparing for
the Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination, (UTME) by
JAMB.
About the Author of Last Days at Forcados High School
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Ayobami Hanif Mohammed was born in Lagos, Nigeria.
He obtained his medical degree from the University of
Lagos and is currently a junior resident doctor at Lagos
University Teaching Hospital, LUTH.
The Last Days at Forcados High is his first book.
Below you will find the chapter 1 to 3 of the Last Days at
Forcados High School.
CHAPTER ONE
It was early in the morning and still dark when Jimi Solade
woke up to someone shaking him roughly. He groaned and
mumbled to himself, half asleep.
‘Jimi!’ He jerked fully awake at the sound of that familiar
voice, it was is his brother.
‘Wole!’ Jimi said in surprise.
‘Yes , it’s me’ and his brother smiled in a way that showed
only his upper teeth.
‘Man! What…?’ Jimi began. They stared at each other,
delighted.
‘No greeting , little bro?’ Wole smiled again.
‘Sorry, but does anyone know you’re here? Does Daddy…?’
Jimi did not complete the sentence; instead he embraced
his brother tightly,’I’ve missed you!’
Wole was thinner. Jimi could feel it.
‘Mum knows I’m here,” Wole said. He too did not mention
their father. Just then, the alarm clock sounded. It was time
for Jimi to get up, and he released his brother.
‘Go on, get ready for school,’ Wole said, stretching on the
bed. ‘At least you seem happy to see me.’ He looked round
the room at the carelessly flung shirts, jeans and boxer
shorts over the chair, to the poster of the Manchester
United football team on the wall above Jimi’s bed.
A typical boy’s room. Another worn‐out poster of Tupac
Shakur was pasted on the opposite wall.
‘I didn’t remove it even though it’s an eyesore,’ Jimi said,
grinning. ‘Everything’s is just as you left it.’
Wole squeezed Jimi’s arm lightly. He picked up something
on the bedside table beside Jimi’s music CDs, chemistry
and mathematics textbooks. ‘Man, this is some watch.
Must have cost a mountain. You always get all the nicest
things, why…?’
‘Wole, don’t touch my watch.’
‘What’s your problem? Can’t look at a watch?’
‘I’m sorry bro,’ Jimi muttered. ‘I’m glad to see you back –
really – but,, you know…’
‘My cute, spoiled little brother… You grow taller every time I
see you.’ Wole got up walked towards the door. ‘Don’t worry
about the old bear. Better get ready for school. Er‐ I took
some cash from your drawers, hope you don’t mind.
Sighing, Jimi plodded to the bathroom.
Trust his brother to always collect things, but he was happy
he was back. It was a new day and the beginning of his final
school year. Like his brother, he was as tall and long‐
limbed as an athlete, though, unlike his brother, he had
dimples when he smiled.
He was sixteen years old and he was already sprouting a
beard. He flexed his right arm noting that he had developed
muscles.
Good
He whistled as he took his shower, refusing to think about
the morning’s surprise. The reason why was long story; too
long to think about on a brand new day.
As Jimi ate his breakfast of moin‐moin and brown pap,
Wole sat on the sofa watching early morning cartoons on
television. Their mother was in kitchen with Riskat, their
househelp.
It was like any other morning – peaceful, almost as if Wole
had never left. Then Mr. Solade came out of his bedroom,
yawning. He was a tall and well‐built man with a head
shaved bald .
He wore a loose caftan over his bulging tummy.
‘Kemi…’ he began and then stopped short and rubbed his
eyes, and rubbed them again just to make sure.
‘Good morning, papa,’ Wole said and, as if as an
afterthought, prostrated himself. He sounded as if he was
enjoying himself.
‘What are you doing here?’ his father said in a strangled
voice.
Mrs Solade came running out of the kitchen. ‘Good http://blastexam.com/forum2_theme_111962466.xhtml?tema=130 |
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