Later that day
"The following people please stand up and follow me!" It was Mr. Bediako! My knees began knocking as I felt like the KGB was coming to get me.
"Yomi Faparosu!"
Oh God.
"Muyiwa Akinsoyoye!"
Oh men!
"Jeetan Prajiv!"
Oh no, all my homeboys.
Mr. Bediako paused. I could almost hear the music
"Gaga Ekeh!"
My world came crashing in.
We all stood up and were marched to Mr. Bediako’s class. There, with his students watching, he began to interrogate us.
"This aftehnoon, ah hed that the all of you wheh talking about me. I want you to tell me who started this." Damn! Yomi must have embellished the story, as he always did, and told it to Muyiwa and Jeetan, our partners in crime. Mr. Bediako flexed his cane menacingly and I knew that if Jesus didn’t come in the next five minutes to take the saints home, I’d be in a lot of pain soon. Yomi Faparosu began to speak, his voice shaking:
"Er sir Gaga told me that"
"Told you what?!"
Yomi began crying.
Muyiwa continued where he ended up "Sir, we heard that"
"Heard what?!"
Muyiwa started crying
Jeetan tried to carry the torch, but couldn’t even get a word out before he started crying. The sight of the cane was anything but pleasant.
I was left to tell the story. So I told Mr. Bediako what I told Yomi, in front of the whole class. Mr. Bediako began laughing. He found it funny. I began laughing. I didn’t find it funny, but figured that if he found it funny, it would be in my best interest to encourage him likewise. This train of thought was ceased with a violent conk by Bediako to my head. I was temporarily brain-damaged and so I cannot claim responsibility for my next actions.
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