When Beauty Becomes A Crime (episode 12) Walking along the SS1 block, Mr. George began to warn Banji in a low tone. He asked him to be extremely careful lest he was caught by any other teacher. He said he had pardoned him only because he had never failed any question in his class nor failed his exams. As wicked as Mr. George had been in marking, Banji was among the students that had B in his subject the previous term. No one ever had A. If you notice, Mr. George was picking his words carefully like a pastor giving a sermon, I only embarass the unserious students in my class....A class is not the right place to draft a love letter. Its a very bad attitude that warrants a severe punishment. Dont let that repeat itself. Concentrate more on your academics and think less about girls for now. If you get carried away by them, your grades might begin to fall gradually. Are you getting me? Yes, sir. He nodded. Mr. George paused as if to relax his diaphragm, then continued with a tiny smile, I can see you are creative at crafting a letter, and you made me remember my youthful age.... Mr. George gave Banji a brief narration of how he earned money from helping people to compose letters, both at home and school. He was recalling those days with a tone brightly coloured with nostalgia. That was in the 1970s. Now, Mr. George was in his late fifties, already growing a white beard and moustache. But he looked younger than his age in his brown suit, his height was dwarfed beside Banji, and his skin coloured like a coffee. Banji had never imagined any teacher having a private talk with him. For the first time, he realized his worth to, at least, one teacher. He really never joked with any subject. His credit counts had never fallen below 10, right from his JSS class. Now approaching the staffroom, Mr. George slowed down his steps and cautioned him to choose carefully if he must date any girl. He asked him to find a brilliant girl that would contribute positively to his academic life. Thank you so much, sir! Banji wanted to prostrate flat, like a lizard. But Mr. George asked him to get up and hurry back to his class. *** On getting to the boarding house, Oyinkansolas eyes wandered to the wall clock. 2:05pm. A dirty pinafore was hung beside the double deck-bed she was sharing with one JSS3 girl. Uhhh! Deborah is too dirty sha, She grumbled, wetin concern me sef. Na she get her body. The blue-painted room was far too wide, accommodating sixteen deck-beds. Oyinkansola was the only one that had come back from school in their quarters. She felt aches all over her body from the days tedious classes. The stress was less today since there was no lesson. She flung her school bag and her tired body on her bunk, at the lower section. As she lay on her back, sleep was beginning to darken her vision, but her mind was glaringly awake. The government teacher asked her to always come and stay with him in the staffroom before lesson hours. He said he would be giving her extra-tutor and expose her to the possible exam questions. She had started avoiding him lately. Almost the same trick were played by other teachers, but they were not the subject on her mind. Banjis thought had weighed on her mind like a massive rock. In the class, she would find herself thinking about him, without intending to do so. He must be tired of approaching me, she breathed, biting her lower lip, Oh, God. Two days ago, after closing time, she had seen him at the verandah of his classroom. He did not as much look at her side, despite that she had deliberately stood near him. He was busy speaking with one fair girl. Is she even his girlfriend? She whispered to the ceiling, and pouted her lips. As if a certain voice had replied YES from above, she hissed and argued, She cant be jor. Maybe, her classmate. Why didnt I listen to him at that womans place? She slapped her waist so hard, as if crushing a mosquito, See what my shakara has caused me! After a while, she drifted into a deep asleep. In her dream she saw herself leaning by a sycamore tree in a large field filled with roses. The flowers were falling and rising like sea waves as the wind swept past, causing a deep cold in her body. From a long distance, Banji was walking towards the tree. Oyinkansola felt like going to meet him, but her feet had stuck to the spot. She rather extended her arms to receive him, wanting his muscular frame to rest on her full bosoms. When their hands were two inches apart, a girl appeared and..... Episode 13 is next & will be pisted @ 1:00pm. Just keed droping ur coment, like & share.
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