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I continued knocking till I heard a subtle voice emerge from the open window beside the door. I heard, “Stop knocking on the door like that and come inside” After that, I could hear the keys inserted into the lock as the door swung wide open. I refused to enter inside as I knew what brought me here in the first place. Stretching out my right hand, I asked for the key. Today hasn’t been a good day and I need to get home to get some rest. She stared at me intently and asked, “Do you really want the key?” At this point, I wasn’t ready for her shenanigans. “Please, I need the key,” I said as I stretched out my right hand once again. She let out a smile that lit her face. This wasn’t a normal smile, it’s one with intentions behind it. “Come inside and get it,” she said with a seductive grin on her face. At this point, I was getting pissed off and I stormed right through the door and inside the house to get the key and leave. Then the unexpected happened, she put the key in between her breas...

Teaching kids can be considered as fun if you judge from the outside. But for people that actually teach kids, they know the real deal. It's one of the most difficult jobs on the planet because not only is it physically exhausting, kids have a special way of messing with your mind. Normally, I wouldn't be teaching children but the circumstances on ground did not give me much of a choice. The strike that was on-going with the universities has lingered for close to a year and every student had resorted to finding ways to fend for their selves financially or otherwise. Some people have gotten married; whether it was out of love, hunger or under pressure from parents. Some have moved on and forgotten about education, even forgetting they were admitted into the University in the first place. Some drifted into cyber-crime (yahoo-yahoo); using their skills to deceive the populace and get the money quick. Some (especially the ladies) moved to lite prostitution popularly kno...

Read the  PART 1  here. Read the  PART 2  here. If you've already read both parts, let's go!! I do not know which was more insane. Me; joining a gang for robbery without any training or briefing. Or a rich man keeping a God-damn beast as a security personnel. Immediately, he screamed; “Release the mentor!” “Release him now”. The cage was opened wide and an elegant creature came through. It was a bit hard to fathom what was coming through because of the partial darkness created by the scattered street lights present in his estate. As soon as I could fully realize what was coming towards me and the boys. I fell down out of shock. IT WAS AN OSTRICH!! Which sane man in Nigeria would keep an ostrich for security purposes? Even in the movies, pets are either dogs or cats. If it has to be a bird, then it's a parrot. Not a freaking Ostrich. This definitely must be ment.  In case you do not know the capabilities of an ostrich; Let me enlighten you...

Read the  PART 1  here, if you're reading for the first time. If not, let's go. It was Day Four. Reporting from the Ment Department or Department of Mental Health. It is actually true; The more time you spend with a group of people. You tend to behave like them. A Student of the Law was slowly losing his sanity. Spending four full days with mentally unstable people was actually turning me mad. Because the patients here are crazy, they don't spend much money to feed them. Since I was recruited to this band of clowns, it has been Ogbono soup and beans all the way. And the beans is extremely peppery and watery with the presence of stones and hair. Whether it's human or animal hair. I was opportune to see all categories of insane people and believe me, you haven't seen anything yet. I'll start with; The Shockers or The Shocked: This category are normal in behaviour until a shock wave comes upon them. They can begin to see their friends and loved ones. Wh...

My luck was that our registration numbers do not usually carry our names. If not, the entire department would be aware of my consistent low grades. Results were just released on the notice board and I did not even bother to check because I knew what I wrote. Scrolling through the registration numbers, I saw mine and it was the usual grade. "Let my people go" kind of grade. An E in Family Law. It was 7:37am and my first lecture was to begin my 8am. The class was so important as it was my major course. Constitutional Law. The lecturer in charge was Mr. Imo Udofa. He is quite brutal and usually adds PhD to his name. My black and white outfit was hanging roughly in my hostel locker and everything was set for lectures. But I couldn't just go like that. Though cooking was prohibited, I was steaming beans and nothing can make me leave this half-way. Food before education. Juggling the responsibilities of life and being an average law student wasn't easy at all. I was broke a...

For the PART 1 For the PART 2 . If you've read both parts, let's go !!! "Man impregnates event planner and bride". That was the caption of the article. Well, there's nothing a cheating man cannot do. I was intrigued; so I clicked on the link and started reading. Everywhere was dead silent as I kept on scrolling and giggling. The issue in this scenario is that I shouldn't be laughing, reading, or even holding my phone. I was in an examination hall using my phone to read articles. But nothing could possibly happen. I was under immunity. My HOD was invigilating and there's absolutely nothing he can do at the moment. We were brothers-in-arms. Any other student that attempted to talk or turn around would be punished or given the malpractice form. My grades were increasing abnormally. All of my departmental courses would either be an A or a B. I was living the dream life. But how did I get to this point? A deal was struck when I visited my HOD in his office on t...

I urgently needed to reach school and all the buses that were coming towards me at the moment were filled up. If I didn't spend the night on incognito tabs, I would have woken up quite early. I had a test that morning and the fear in me was extravagant. I can't afford to fail or miss this test because my CGPA was pretty low for a student that wants to graduate. I didn't really prepare for what was ahead of me. It was not the test that freaked me out, but the person administering the test. My Head of Department. He is the most punctual lecturer in the entire department and was so strict. Fierce like a tiger and dangerous like a viper. He's well known for making students write one course for up to two years. If a test was to begin by 10am. For other lecturers in my department; the test can start in the next two or three hours. But as for my HOD, By 9:59am; he is waiting at the door to shut it against late-comers. Once you miss that test, there is no redemption. You simply...