What Happens at Ajegungle High School
I never snitched so keep your mouth shut.
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. There is a school named Ajegungle High School in Lagos, Nigeria. The write-up is different from what happens in the real school real life. This is fiction.
Have you ever been to a public school the dry brown ground matching the pale color of the walls and the bold picture of the present local government chairman project hammered to the front of the gate?
It could have been a girl rubbing herself on a guy’s leg and people that lived in a hut showing off the latest iPhone.
Don’t ask me how they run it in public schools, I am talking about the use of iPhones.
“Shinzu ma pami na”
The usual hailings we gave the big boys that survived the lap dances from girls without shaking.
Egunegun cult fighting with Abantala Cult happens every last Friday of every month which leads to jumping of our mouths over our heads to run as fast as possible.
And then is me the head boy of the school the one you watch silently in front of Keke(tricycle) begging for free transport.
I can prove that I am the poorest in my school but still proud to be the best and never allow rain to show me Shégé.
We all walked so fast to the assembly ground, the principal butt slapping each other with fright and his hands shaking with the stick in his hand. I knew there was no announcement today but as the head boy I acted like nothing happened.
Two days ago
“Teju I need your help, my mother is sick”
I said to Teju the smoke from his cigarette overshadowed the incomplete building, and GOAL played in the background.
“What would a whole head boy need from a lunat like me”
He asked then smiling, I knew he was threatening me but I strongly needed to borrow the money he made from selling drugs to run the operation for my mom.
“Please, I swear I go give you”
I said back to him.
“On one condition sell drugs for me just one batch and I would pay for your mom’s surgical operation without collecting a penny from you”.
“Are you crazy, I have a reputation”.
“Alaye I get reputation too”(Bruh I have a reputation too)
I looked back at him and with no choice I nodded my head.
“You have no stress the person is a staff in this school”
He said standing up from his chair dropping his cigarette on the floor and then using his feet to step on it properly.
Wait a staff?
…..
“Brother Jesus, Blood of Jesus, holy ghost”
I cried out loud with the amount of cobwebs in the formal exam hall for ss3 students.
Dropping it where he instructed me the only thing I screamed was the blood of Jesus.
With curiosity I wanted to know the staff, I ran to a table bending my transformer body to fit the termite-eaten table.
Then the footsteps…
The hands grabbed it hungrily and I raised my head to see him, I don’t know if he saw me but I knew he ran.
Hold on the principal takes Molly?
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