Shola had run almost a mile now. He was in deep shit if he was to miss this man’s test. As if it wasn’t enough that his stomach condition delayed him an extra ten minutes at home, the school bus he boarded had to break down just inside the school gate.
Unfortunately, all the other buses that passed by were filled to the brim and the private cars just zoomed by ignoring the students begging for a lift. So, he started to jog.
His tummy kept rumbling but he didn’t care. He could fill the bile rising to his throat but then, he didn’t even have time for that. All that mattered was that if he misses this test (which was a whooping 30marks), he was done for. The probability of scoring a 40 in the examination of such a course as this and with a lecturer such as Ekweme was as good as impossible. So, he kept running.
By the time Shola got to the hall, he was 29miutes late. Ekweme stood at the entrance.
“Go back” He said.
Shola, drenched in sweat and out of breathe pleaded “sir….please sir….I…” “Are you deaf?! Go back, I said !” Ekweme insisted.
“I am sorry sir…” Shola begged this time barely able to remain on his feet.
“If you don’t leave this place I will call the security men to vamoose you from here… and I will pen down your name and make sure you don’t sit for my exam”
Oh no! Shola thought. At second semester 4OOlevel, that means an automatic extra year. Again, the bile rose to his throat. This time there was no control.
So, Shola puked all over the threatening Ekweme and fainted.
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