Dazed, I picked up Mr. Bediako’s cane and began flogging him uncontrollably. The students in the class looked on, gasping in utter amazement. As I flogged him I yelled: "Tripple letter score! Double word score!" Mr. Bediako was initially too surprised to react, but by the time he had regained a semblance of composure, I had begun running through the class flogging people. The whole class erupted in panic as everyone jumped up and ran out of class.
Mr. Bediako was now ready to fight me. Perhaps it was the manner in which I carried his heavy desk and attempted to make it one with him that helped him make the decision to kindly leave. They must have thought I’d gone crazy. But I wasn’t crazy I thought, picking up a trash can and throwing it at Mr. Ameyaw Bonfri, in the next class.
Mr. Ameyaw Bonfri, ever the concerned teacher, left his students in my care as he tore through the window. I rapidly summoned my friend Dapo with my left hand tugging his school uniform, then consummated our friendship with a solid right hook to the cranium. Dapo was twice my size, but it didn’t seem to matter to me, or him for that matter. He tore out the door yelling for his mother
to save him. I ran after him tearing a few leaves of "Werepe" (otherwise known as devil’s leaves... they itch like hell) and asking him to bring his mother to me that I might show her the truth. Dapo ran towards the crowd that had gathered and I followed. One young kid. A crowd of hundreds. Surely they could take me. Right? Wrong! With yells and screams of panic, the crowd scattered, teachers and all, as I picked up several rocks and threw with great aim. A couple of thuds told me I’d hit my mark more than once. After each hit, I’d rush to my victim to see if they were moving. If they were, I’d beat the crap out of them. If they stayed still, I’d move on after the crowd which would only run so far then wait to see what next I did.
Finally, I was tired. I put down the rocks and walked on home. I was taken away later that day, and upon doctors orders released on my own cognizance. The doctor found no evidence of mental instability. He declared temporary insanity and left it at that. For some reason, no one ever
mentioned that incident to me again. For some reason, no one ever had eye contact with me again. I liked it that way. Ah, but those where the days that shaped who I am now The days of Fan milk. The days of Yomi’s stories. The days of Mr. Bediako. But I must cease writing now I have more work to do. Must leave Rockingham now. Hey what’s this? He’s leaving? Well he can’t get away. Were in it together. He might be a legend, but I can run too. Good bye. Hmm. I wonder whose bloody glove this is. But it doesn’t fit.
You know what that means.
The end
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