CAMPUS PAROL »»»EPISODE 8 All efforts to alter the thought that it was Bayo failed. I remained as stiff as a poker on the tank I sat on and quickly rendered a short prayer to God to accept my sinful soul. I had no choice than to appease Bayo’s angry gods to temper justice with mercy. “Bayo, I know I have wronged you. Am so sorry please. Don’t kill me please.” I pleaded, with no knowledge of the person whose hand was on my shoulder. The person kept mute, with his hand still resting on my shoulder after all the imploration. I composed myself and took the courage to find out who it was. At a snail’s pace, I turned around to gaze at the fellow who’s tempering with my security. My heart stopped racing and became completely relaxed when I realized who it was, Buhari. “Oh my God! Buhari! You are the one?” I asked, still tensed. “You got me scared na.” “Am sorry. I never meant to.” Buhari said. “You should have at least said something to save me the tension.” I grumbled with a frown on my face. “I didn’t say anything because I wondered why you were shaking and praying silently immediately I touched you.” “Hmmm, yes I was praying. I am observing a vigil.” “Is this where to pray? Why choose here when you can go to the field?” He questioned. I was already annoyed with his silly questions so I yelled, “Buhari, what’s your business with me or where I pray?” “I am sorry. Why shout at me?” He said with pity. “I was only making a phone call when I saw you from afar about to fetch water and I deemed it fit to come say hi. Since you feel bad with that, good night.” He was leaving when I hurried to him, threw my left hand around his neck and said, “Buhari, am sorry. I never meant to shout at you. Please pardon my attitude.” “No problem. We are cool.” “Sure?” He nodded and replied, “Sure.” “Thanks for understanding. Good night.” I said and smiled. With a joyful heart, I retreated to the tap to carry my bucket of water, which was yet to be filled to the brim after all these years. I had no more time to waste after the ones I had wasted, so I picked up my bucket of water and headed for the bathroom. I had a cool bath, and felt fresh like a fish. I got to my room, bolted the door, turned off the light and buried myself under my blanket. Staying in this school isn’t safe for me any longer, so I decided to make my way back home, I called it quit. What shall it profit a man to gain B.Sc and forfeit his soul, I thought to myself, rephrasing the Bible quote. I didn’t take the trouble of carrying my luggage, I left them all in my room. I got home with a particular frame of mind that my mother would sight me from afar, runs quickly to welcome me and give me a hug like it happened to the prodigal son; I wasn’t a prodigal son though, just running away from Bayo’s threat. None of what I expected happened. I got home to meet people clustered all around my house. They were not just gathered but were weeping out their eyes. I got closer and closer to the main scene, I didn’t believe what my mind was whispering to me, so I questioned a mourner. “Please, are you people acting a movie?” I curiously asked the opposite of what my mind was whispering to me. “Ha! O ti gbo ni?” The mourner asked with more tears dropping from her eyes, which means, ‘Ha! Haven’t you heard?’ I smiled and said, “I heard a rumour that Nollywood wants to use this house to shoot a movie. Is that not it?” She gave a long hiss like a snake, disgustingly gazed at me like a dirty laundry and shifted away from me. I treated all that lightly. My mind was approved a ten over ten immediately I saw Sisi Nene weeping also. I hurriedly forged through the crowd and got to her in a jiffy. “Nene, what’s happening?” I asked almost crying. She was crying profusely like a baby denied bosom milk, she was talking but her words weren’t audible. “Nene, please calm down and talk to me.” She quickly wiped her tears, swallowed her spit and said, “It’s you parents.” “Ehn Ehn, what happened to them?” I anxiously asked. “It’s your parents o.” She repeated. I jolted her and roared for an answer, “I said what happened to them?” “They were both killed not quite long.” I shouted aloud, “JEEEESSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!” The whole crowd paused their tears and concentrated on me, I wanted to cry but the tears were too thick to drop. I asked Sisi Nene again, “Who killed my parent?” “I swear, we all don’t know. The only clue we have is with Old Soldier.” I left the crowd with speed, running fast to Old Soldier’s house, which was just the next street to ours. Old Soldier was our landlord, he was not as old as he was called. I arrived and barged into his house like a soldier too. “Banji, calm down!” He attacked me, knowing why I came. “Sir! I need the clue. What is the clue? Let me see it.” I angrily requested. “Banji, sit down.” He calmly said. “Sir, I said I need the clue to the death of my parents.” I yelled. He stood up, and angrily shouted, “I said sit down!” When a soldier is angry, your madness should better heal up else you will live with an eternal scar on your cheek. I sat down quickly, calm and cool like a dove with no wrinkle of anger on my face. “Better!” He said and walked into another room. Old Soldier came out and handed a paper to me. I skimmed through the note and I was completely bolted from the blue. I gazed at Old Soldier, He gazed back at me, He looked elsewhere, I returned my focus back to the note. “So you are a cult member. Your wicked act has lead to the death of you parent.” Old Soldier ignorantly concluded. I ignored all that he said, still buried my head looking at the note while my anger upsurge. It all indicated that Bayo wrote the letter because of the way the note was written. Bayo doesn’t dot his i’s and writes his ‘v’ like ‘u’, I could easily figure out his writing. The content of the note also points directly to him. The note read thus: To Whom It May Concern These two have no primary offence before they happen to be victims of the wrath of the BLACK MAMBAS. Their offence is simply secondary, they offended the BLACK MAMBAS by giving birth to its worst, pending and existing enemy, Olabanji Adebanjo A.K.A D’Banj. No one steps on the tail of the MAMBA and go scot free. Mr and Mrs Adebanjo, stepped on the MAMBA’s tail and they are punished. You may be next. Yes, you reading this letter, you may be next to taste out of the wrath of the BLACK MAMBAS if you don’t hand over Olabanji Adebanjo to us, dead or alive. You have read the letter, We know you. DO NOT FAIL else YOU WILL JOIN THE Adebanjos. “Your parent suffered a lot because of you. They did their all to send you to school, yet you decided to join the black mambas, abi?” He unwittingly said. Old Soldier was really aggravating me with his crazy speech, but I still remained calm and collected until he pulled my last string. “Hey, Banji or what are you called? When are you ready so I will take you to the black mambas o? I am not ready to die because am the one that read the letter.” I stood, gaze at him for some seconds and said, “Sir, You are a shame to the army!” I angrily left his house with the note in my hand in search of Bayo. Bayo has bitten more than he could chew. I was running fast to the campus when I entered a restaurant, grab an empty bottle and exited. One of the waiters saw me and raised an alarm. I cared less about the people that started chasing me, two policemen and the manager of the restaurant. I increased my speed every time I looked behind to gauge their distance away from me. My anger at that time could bring down the strongest man in the world. Bayo practically took my joy away, transforming me to an orphan. I got on campus and headed for his room. I quickly transformed the bottle to a dangerous weapon by breaking the bottom part of it. I gave the people chasing me considerable gap to cover. I kicked the door and it flung open, then I entered into his room to meet his absence. I retreated out of his room and proceeded to our department. My engine like that of a BMW, maintained its fast running pace. I wasn’t tired at any point in time. I checked on my chasing shadows to see just a policeman in the race to catch me, guess the rest two had quit. My brain didn’t calculate if the policeman happens to be with gun until I had a gunshot. Now I was faced with the reality of life and death. He shot without confirming why I was running? I asked myself. I halted my race and raised my hands, surrendering to the policeman. The policeman ignorantly came closer without instructing me to drop my weapon. He came very close with his pistol pointed at me. What a big mistake he made to come closer to a desperate boy in rage. I stabbed him forcefully on his neck with an evil grin on my face. I pierced it in and deep, blood gushing out like a fluid from a broken pipe. He groaned in pain, dropped dead on the floor with my bottle stuck in his neck. My face was covered with the policeman’s blood, which portrayed me to be deadly. I gladly picked his pistol and proceeded. I afterwards walked gently since I had no more threats chasing me down. I arrived at the department, seeing everywhere was deserted so I proceeded into the lecture room. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!!” Some male students shouted, changing their sit haphazardly. “Oh My Goooooooooood!!!” Some female students screamed, closing their eyes and with their fearfully vibrating hands almost covering their ears. I stood in front of the class like a villain. I moved my neck like a robot, scanning through the class for my subject. He wasn’t in class. “Where is Adebayo Babashile?” I roared. After a long silence, a guy answered, “He just went to the toilet now, Sir.” I felt like a Boss, having heard my mate ascribe ‘sir’ to me. I dismissed that feeling and ran swiftly to the toilet to confront Bayo. I stretched forth the pistol with my finger on the trigger, ready to fire. I tiptoed into the toilet to see Bayo right before me with his head tilted down, he was busy fastening his belt so he didn’t notice my presence. I was glad I would kill him without his awareness. I was about pulling the trigger when someone woke me up. WATCHOUT FOR EPISODE 9
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