Serial Murrderances 'THE TERRORIST(CLASSROOM DRAMA)'pt2
so-called demand for an Islamic state is unconstitutional. Nigeria is a
secular state according to Section 10 of the 1999 constitution' "Sit
your ass down!" the doctor ordered. Barbie, who had plenty of it,
obediently sat. Very embarrassed.
I was surprised. The girl was of
course right but it seems the doctor was in no mood for that. I was
starting to suspect that the doctor had more screws loose in his head
than I previously thought. But... Dr Mohammed insult Barbie?
The session of silence returned, and continued. A
few people were shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Some were not
moving so much as a muscle. Dr Mohammed had gone still as a stone
sculpture and was gazing thru his misted glass into the distance. I
could bet my CGPA he wasn't looking at anything in particular. Still,
the silence continued
"AAAH, DJ ZEEZ, MA YIEN NI BANGA, MA YIEN
NI BANGA!". The wailing ringtone of a china phone cut through the
silence and shattered it. The class was startled. Dr Mohammed was jolted
out of his reverie.
Samuel, a boy who could have a major case of
spasm if he were to request a pen from a girl, could not seem to grasp
the idea that the wailing phone was ringing around him.
When he saw
Dr Mohammed advancing towards, he finally got the idea and in panic
rummaged thru his bag for the wailing 'bastard': 'EVERYBODY SAY PISHAUN,
PISHAUN, PISHAUN, SKUKI! "The phone is in ur trousers, u fool" bellowed
Dr Mohammed, still advancing towards him. Samuel dipped his now shaking
hands in his pocket and came up with the crap. Dr Mohammed was now in
front of him. "Young man, stand up". Samuel stood. He was shaking so
badly that his knees looked as if they would give way under him at any
minute. "What did I say about phones in class". 'No sir', said Samuel in
a quavering voice. "FOOL! I SAID WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT PHONES IN CLASS".
'You said to always put it in silence' Samuel managed to say. "And what
is the meaning of all this racket". 'It's not a racket sir, it's a
phone', Samuel replied foolishly. "Stupid ignoramus, I didn't mean a
tennis racket, I meant the noise". "Listen" Dr Mohammed said menacingly,
"if u don't shut that damn thing off, you 'll find yourself in a round
box". Samuel was shaking so badly his fingers couldn't find the red
button. The phone continued to declare skuki's intention to blast a
banger on someone. Under the angry stare and the influence of his own
uncontrollable fingers, Samuel dropped the phone and its part scattered
everywhere. The phone, being metal, gave a sound similar to slamming
china on tiles. "Collect the pieces and bring it to my office. You can
say goodbye to it till the end of the semester".
Dr mohammed became aware that the whole class was making a gesture to
someone who had just entered the glass to get out. Dr Mohammed turned
and rounded on the intruder. "Yes what I can I do for you". 'Nothing',
replied the intruder. 'I only need ur permission to do something'.
witty statement, typical of him. The intruder, Kevin Ibru was a 400L
student aspiring for the LSS presidency and who thought himself
charming. I would have found him charming if not for his habit of
slipping irrelevant passages of Shakespeare into his campaign speeches.
People didn't notice this because the chicks, blinded by the
free-flowing manner of d words from his mouth and his good looks, would
have been screaming. I also knew all of his campaign speeches contain
nothing but who I am I to talk. "Yes, what did you want to do", the
doctor asked Kevin, his voice stronger than normal. Kevin replied wit
what he thought was a winning smile. 'I am going for the post of d Lss
president and I want to make a speech'. "And what concrete plan do you
have for the lss?".
Kevin was taken aback by this but he managed to
recover himself. 'Ah...well...ah, I plan to beautify dat vacant square
in front of d faculty.' "And?"
Kevin, who was accustomed to saying
nothing but trash in his speeches, could not find anything more to say.
He shifted uneasily on his feet and his hand traveled to the side of his
forehead. "You mean your plan for the student body does not extend
beyond d beautification of the faculty?" 'No sir...we ha... I have...
"Shut your trap" the doctor said vehemently. "This is how you start.
This is how leadership mediocrity starts. You start with incompetence,
You rise with incompetence, and when you get to public positions you
compound problems with your incompetence. The failure of people like you
almost got my family killed".
With that, the doctor stormed
out of the classroom. The harassed Kevin followed suit almost
immediately. I suspected he was in such a hurry to leave the class
because he was ashamed to meet our eyes. I would have laughed out loud
if not for the confusion I felt at Dr Mohammed's last statement.
failure of people like you almost got my family killed" What is the
deal? Instead of the sighs of relief I expected to find, I found
confusion on the faces of my classmates, much like mine..