“Please bring us food and drinks already” Otunba Paul said to the man and before we knew it, in minutes, our table was filled with food. They brought jollof rice and chicken, later on they brought pounded yam and egusi soup. It was a beautiful sight. We ate our fill.
Some of us even stood up and danced to the music of the live band as they played. Today was a good day. It was like we were the special guests of honour at a party we knew absolutely no one. Moments later, some of guys said they wanted to drink alcohol so Paul asked me to go and
meet the man and tell him that we needed alcohol on our table. I told him some of that didn’t drink alcohol nko. He said i should tell the man what we wanted, and said it was from the Otunba. That was how I went with confidence to where the man was. He was close to where the
people serving drinks where. But I noticed he was talking to some men well dressed in royal attires. I assumed it was probably some of the other guests, but as I got closer, I heard one of men say “Emi ni Otunba nau, iru radarada wo leleyi!” angrily.
meaning “I am the Otunba, what kind of nonsense and embarrassment is this!” Kassala don finally burst. Omo, I turned back sharply and began to walk away to our table to warn the guys. “Mr. Agbonmiregun! Mr. Agbonmiregun!!” I could hear the man shout my
name from behind but I did not stop. Stop for kinni? Gobe! Instead I ran fast to where my hostel mates were and told them to abort. “guys! the real Otunba is here! we have to go now!” Y’all needed to see how we all jumped up from our seats and began to run away from the venue.
Even our Otunba, Paul did not carry last, werey dropped his walking stick, didn’t pick up his cap and left the semo he was eating. That did not stop him from grabbing a piece of meat which he held on his hand as we all ran for our dear lives.
Omo! Not that we were going to be arrested or anything, but we knew it was not going to be good if we were caught. We ran from the burial reception venue, and kept running for about ten minutes till we got to the school junction. We were laughing as we ran for we didn’t even
look behind us to see if we were being pursued. People kept looking at us as we ran, thinking that probably we were mad but some fellow students who knew a us, made people realize we were students too. Alas, we got to the school junction road and stopped.
We sat at a park where the bike men were to catch our breath after which be began to laugh. What an adventure. I looked at the idiots whom I had two more years to live with and wonder what I had gotten myself in to. But one thing was sure, I couldn’t trade my
fellow Love Ghettolites for any other hostel in that school. I was brought back to reality as I heard Paul shout. “Yeh! Dare!” Dare was kicking and beating him playfully while the rest all laughed. “Na me be Lamurudu abi?” he said as he whipped him with his sandals.
I chuckled as I sat on the floor and enjoyed the show in front me. But on second thoughts, I removed my own shoe sef to join in the beating. “Of all names to call me, Agbonmiregun abi” I said as I wiped my shoe on his back. Idiot. Lol, the end. Kindly Retweet if you enjoyed.