Prof Eze class finally came to an end
after about 2hrs of non stop tutoring.
Sometimes I just wonder if he ever gets
tired, infact he stands throughout the
class, without ever complaining that his
joints were hurting him, he doesn’t
make use any handout or textbook,
everything he say comes straightout of
his head. I’d say Prof. Eze is a
Sighting Prof. Eze from afar coming out
of the class with his briefcase, I
hurriedly postponed my converstion
with Cynthia and I ran straight to meet
him, *willing to submit myself to helping
him with his briefcase. He was quiet
Prof Eze: stop!!! what do you think
you’re trying to do?
Me: sir, I’m trying to help you carry
your bag sir.
Prof Eze: did I tell you I’m too old?
”well of cause you’re old, …your hair is
like that of wole soyinka only that it’s
not an Afro, your face is already
wrinkled” i tot deeply. ”infact you’re
twice the age of my father”. He starred
at me, with rage in his eyes. I hoped he
hadn’t read my thoughts.
Me: sir, I’m very sorry for today. I had
alot on my mind.
Prof. Eze: don’t you know you’re in a
school premises. You’re here to learn
and obtain more wisdom and
knowledge. You students just come to
school and waste your parents money,
galevanting around, doing all sort of
unworthy and unindustrious things. I’m
disappointed in you students and this
school in general. I don’t know why I’m
here, I am a graduate of Cambridge
university I know my worth. Please
don’t make me angry.
Me: please sir, such won’t repeat it
: you’ve made a promise. If
such repeats itself, you will have issues
Me: okay sir. Thank you very much.
I breathe a sign of relive, as I watched
Prof. Eze zoomed off in his Mercedes
Benz C250. Prof. Eze is very wealthy,
infact he changes cars like a bachelor
changes girlfriends. I really looked up
After my brief discuss with Prof. Eze, I
went over to meet Cynthia, who was
supposedly waiting for me at the front
of the lecture hall, on getting there I
saw Mayson and Cynthia already
Me: hey, Mayson what’s up?
Mayson: sky… (looking at me with a ”If
I catch you, I go finish you look”)
Me: Mayson my guy, you’ve already met
Cynthia (she was smiling at me,
opening her set of white teeth)
Mayson: yes o. So, Cynthia how are you
doing now?. I’m Sorry for the break in
Cynthia: I’m good, juz chilling. The
weather is so hot,
Mayson: yh! That’s just how it is over
here. You care for a drink?
Cynthia: fo’sho I ain’t doing none. Em’
is Temy coming?.
Mayson: okay, Temy she said you
should come but I thought you said,
you were going out with precious
Me: oboy! Precious has travelled. (I
Mayson: you no wan borrow my ps3?,
at least you go dey play game for
house wella. I don get the new FIFA14,
the latest one, even GOD OF WAR, and
Temy: Mayson you know say I no get
TV na, na only home theatre I get, why
you dey talk like this na.
Mayson: Choi! I don forget. My brain
dey skip sometimes. Mehn… Kai, Kai,
Temy: Mayson wetin happen?
Cynthia: Temy, what’s up with your
friend? (looking at my direction)
Temy: I don’t know, I think he is
nervous. Probably because you’re way
too beautiful. He has a crush on you.
Mayson: Temy you dey…..*sigh, let’s
all go to get something to eat and
We walked into a fast food restaurant in
school, we sat down, and the waiter
came over to our table to ask what we
wanted. I smiled a devils smile..
Mayson: Temy why you dey smile?
Me: I’m just happy. Seeing you and
Cynthia, your dream girl together, just
gives me great joy. I’m happy for you
Cynthia: oh Lord! You guys are funny,
Mayson: waiter abeg, give me malt and
Mayson: wait.. I hope say, una fry am
Mayson: hey, baby.. What do you care
Cynthia: you got fried rice and beef?
Mayson: afa, give her fried rice and
beef, give am five alive join am… Temy
wetin you want?
Me: abeg you get pounded yam?
Waiter: yes sir
Me: good, mix am with egusi soup and
turkey lap, and em, one bottle of harp
for the road.
Waiter: okay sir.
Mayson: Temy… (touching my hand
Me: Mayson you don turn gay oo, why
you dey romance me na?
Mayson: Temy, abeg I no get money
reach that one (*whispering), na only
pounded yam and turkey lap I fit buy
for you, even sef money no reach.
Me: ey! Which kind yawa be this, you
wan fall your hand abi?
Mayson: no na, Money no too dey like
Me: you dey f*ck u I swear. Anyway
sha… Na even manage I wan manage
this pounded yam.
To cut the long story short, I paid for
the Harp, I no wan fall my guy hand. I
was indeed satisfied, but still yet
thoughts of Precious still beclouded my