CORPERS LODGE (FIVE)

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God help me, I prayed silently as I looked at the faces of the nearly sixty students facing me. ‘Stress. Has anyone of you heard of the word stress before?’ Total silence. My eyes swept the rows. No hand went up, no mouth moved. ‘Stress. Who has ever heard of stress? No one?’ no one moved. My gaze fell on a girl seated in the third seat of the middle row. ‘You, stand up.’ ‘Emi ni?’

‘Stand up. What is stress?’

She rose clumsily to her feet, her eyes on her dirty fingernails.

‘So no one has ever heard of stress?’ The disappointment in my voice was acute.

‘Uncle, me.’

I looked at a boy in a back seat, raising his unwashed hand. At last. ‘Tell me stress.’

‘Stress is when you carry load your head come paining you.’

I began to bleed inside of me. ‘Is that what you understand by stress?’

He nodded his uncombed head.

‘You are wrong.’

‘Ahhh,’ the boy exclaimed as though I had cursed him. A few of them chuckled.

I held my temper with both hands. ‘Stress,’ I began slowly, ‘is the force you place on a particular syllable of a word.’ Then I calmly proceeded to explain to them that a syllable is the unit of word that can be pronounced in one breath. ‘For example the word ‘‘again’’ has two syllables. ‘‘A’’ and ‘‘gain’’.’ I wrote the word in the board and marked the syllabic division with a stroke. ‘If you pronounce ‘‘gain’’ stronger than ‘’a’’ than your stress is in ‘’gain’’, e.g aGAIN. Do you understand?’

Silence.

I decided to repeat myself. Someone interrupted me. ‘Uncle, uncle, you dint write date.’

I sighed. ‘What is today’s date?’

‘Twenty-two,’ they chorused.

‘Say twenty-second. We don’t use cardinal numbers for date. We use ordinal numbers like 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 11th, 14th, 15th, 21st, 22nd, 25th etc. So what’s today’s date?’

Half of the class chorused 22nd; the other half shouted 22! At least someone has learnt something today. I proceeded to the board and wrote the date. Ten days to alert. God help your son. When I turned my face to the class, I saw a boy walking out. ‘Hey, where are you going to?’

‘I wan hease myself!’

‘Without permission! Is this your father’s house? Go back to your seat!’

‘Aahh’; the class was shocked. ‘I say get back to your fu—your seat!’

The boy said something in Yoruba as he made for his seat and the class roared with laughter.

‘Get out of my class.’

Happily, the boy began to leave the class. When he reached the door, he said something in Yoruba and the class roared again. I lifted a brick that supported a desk and rushed towards him. The boy flew away. ‘Hey,’ I shouted, ‘if I ever see you in my class, I am going to kill you and your government won’t do anything.’ I wouldn’t even recognise the boy tomorrow.

I dropped the brick on the floor. The class was buzzing like a circus.

‘Uncle, if you kill somebody, police—’

‘Sharrap! I say sharrap! Are you stupid? Am I your mate? If you don’t wanna learn, you gerrout and stay out. Am not forcing any bagger to learn.’

‘Uncle…’

‘Sharraaaaaap!’

A grave yard silence greeted me.

My breathing was now out of proportion. ‘Nonsense.’ I hissed.

‘Now, what is stress?’ No one answered. Hold yourself, man, hold yourself. ‘But I just defined stress now, didn’t I? W-h-a-t is s-t-r-e-s-s?’ Now I hated this graveyard. I sighed. ‘At least who knows what a syllable is?’ No one budged. We were back to square one. ‘Stress,’ I began real slowly as though talking to an idiot child, ‘is the force, force, force or energy, energy, that you place, put on a….?

No one completed for me ‘…On a syllable, fools!’ The class laughed.

I saw Micah’s sad face on the window. I went out of the class. ‘How far?’

Micah nodded. Since that snake incidence four days back Micah had been cold towards me. Of course Fisayo didn’t die, but the quack corper gave her bed rest for ‘close monitoring’. Yet at night he went to his cosy bed while I and Fatima slept in Fisayo’s ward. Fatima slept on the bed with her friend; I shared the hard wood bench with the mosquitoes. For two nights. For these nights, Micah was snoring in his bed, now here he was, giving me righteous shoulders… for something we planned together!

‘What is it?’

‘I have been thinking,’ Micah said. ‘My conscience is judging me. I want to confess our crime.’

‘What crime?’ I asked hotly.

‘The snake crime that nearly killed Fisayo.’

My nose twitched with anger. This is why I hate doing things with people with water-hearts, I said to myself. And he is even calling it a crime!

‘I will confess this afternoon,’ Micah said.

‘You can’t do that, Micah,’

‘Why not?’

‘Because… can’t you see it is still early. Confessing now may trigger the spinal mechanism in Fisayo and cause a relapse. Don’t you know this simple fact?’

‘You are talking grammar,’ Micah said, but their was doubt in his eyes so I sharpened my offensive. ‘Though Fisayo is safe now, but the danger isn’t passed. Her brain is still yet to recover from its oblong tumour. If you want to aggravate it with your holy-holy, good luck!’

‘Uncle! Bolaji and Yinka is fighting,’ a student shouted at me.

‘Micah, of course, what we did is bad, we must confess, but not now. Use your senses.’

‘So when do we confess?’

Who is ‘we’? I breathed a secret sigh of relief. ‘I don’t know. We’ll be watching Fisayo closely.’

I saw Agu and Edwin approaching us. ‘Micah, forget it… for now!’

‘Guys wahala dey o,’ Agu reported. ‘I wan make we do emergency meeting, now now.’

‘I have a class now now,’ I said.

‘Me too,’ Micah.

‘After school then,’ Edwin said. ‘We really need to talk guys.’

I nodded and turned to my class. At the door, I stopped. To stress or not to stress? I was really tired of the whole thing. Why don’t you just go to the staff room and read a novel? But as the noble teacher that I am, I took courage; I carried my cross and entered the classroom. # #

Edwin and Agu sat with me on my mattress. Micah was too cold towards me to sit down on my bed. So the fool remained standing. Agu told us his emergency. His chick had just informed him that she had missed her period. He consulted someone and was told to bring eight thousand naira and get a quick abortion. The chick was a nineteen year old girl learning tailoring at the junction. A sturdy thing who cannot say her left from her right. I know her father. The poor man runs a mechanic workshop. He has five children, all daughters; now the first daughter was pregnant for Agu (of all corpers!).

‘I get four thousand,’ Agu was saying; ‘I want you guys to help me raise the other dough.’

‘I will give you two thousand naira,’ Edwin said proudly.

Agu looked at me. I looked away. ‘Micah?’ Edwin said.

‘I don’t have money for now, but I gave Madrid two handicap against Elche, and gave Cardiff two and Southampton to win. The matches take place tonight. All my picks have gone well, if Madrid and Southampton win well, I will make 16 thousand naira.’

What was the fool talking about?

Edwin sighed. ‘You and Kings should help raise the remaining two thousand. Will tomorrow be okay?’

Micah nodded. Agu thanked us all, and they left.

I was hurt. There were five guys in this lodge but Agu called only four of us to this meeting. He didn’t invite Dayo because Dayo will never participate in such evil conspiracy. Dayo is a man of God. Everyone knows that. But they invited me. That they found me good enough for this meeting told me that they considered me a fellow sinner like them. A whole me. It is bad to suspect that your name is not in the Book of Life, it hurts more to know that your neighbours know.

I would teach Agu to respect my kingdom personality. So I tore a piece of paper and wrote this:

Dear Sir, How is your daughter, Jumoke? She has been acting strangely of recent. Why don’t you take her to the hospital and check her thoroughly. Do all manner of tests including pregnancy test on her. Thanks. From a Christian brother who doesn’t approve of abortions.

I put the paper under my pillow and placed my head on the pillow. I would mail the letter tonight. But first, let me get a well-earned sleep.

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28 thoughts on “CORPERS LODGE (FIVE)

  1. Adeleke Julianah

    You know….I couldn’t help but roll with mouth-filled laughter!
    As in ehn, you’re so complicated, emotional baggage! Look at how you’re taking out your ‘Stress’ on innocent village kids who may never know the difference between ‘stress’ and “STRESS” Lols!!!!!!!
    Beautiful as always.
    But be careful not to get entangled in another saga called #EpisodePregnancy! Hehehehehehe!!!!!

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    • HARD VOICES

      Before I got admission I found Chase an infallible hero; they abused him at the University. I still find him blameless–thanks Angel for reading, thanks for aliking me to a childhood hero. Please come again

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  2. Ayodele

    I enjoyed every bit, especially the classroom arch. . . I know it can be frustrating. Edwin na badoo ooo. And the letter, I can’t wait to read what he’ll do. . . Kudos!

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  3. Adewoyin Joseph

    “It is bad to suspect that your name is not in the Book of Life, it hurts more to know that your neighbours know.”

    LOL. I flat-lined at that part and then came back; don’t wanna go and leave you all alone to the stress.

    Some students I taught during service year made me lose interest in the popular song about children (students) of today being leaders of tomorrow. Taah! They made me wanna commit murder, sometimes suicide!

    Please don’t send that letter, the trouble that’s bound to follow would be graver than that of the still-bomb Miss Micah, or the students à la mobsters stressing you in your attempt to teach ’em stress.

    You’re terribly humorous Kings! iLike.

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    • HARD VOICES

      Senor Joe has oti bere o. Mehn, those students will bring the worse in Mother Teresa. The best way to handle them for many is not to care. Teachers who care not, flow with them. Added advantage if you speak yoruba. We omo nna who seeem to take English personal, and insists on order are none the lucky…. We dey suffer here! God help your boy.

      As for the letter, we shall deal with it later. Eshe gon!

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  4. Kelvin

    Your life is so complicated right now…
    Do me a favor and leave those innocent children alone…
    About you being a sinner (ah no talk anything o)
    … That your plan will get you into bigger trouble.

    Hahahaha lolz… You’ve done it again brother, you are far better than good. More ink to you pen…
    Lol

    ” ‘is the force, force, force or energy, energy, that you place, put on a….?
    No one completed for me ‘…On a syllable, fools!’ The class laughed.”

    I laughed too

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  5. Yemie

    This is a total crack-up and thou art a very mad man Kingsley! You just went from crazy to stark raving mad! You’re simply unbelievable in the sweetest of ways! 😘

    And those students of yours……👎! What a damper! They’d drive even the Pope right up and off the walls again and again, the impertinent little rascals! 😠

    Your knack for trouble’s pretty palpable! Barely outta hot water, you’re leaping and heading straight for hot, steaming and scalding oil! What’s up with the letter ‘parole’? Will it guarantee you a place amongst the saints….will it? Warn thyself o! 😞😂

    Had fun reading! Lets have some more of your musadventures will ya funny bones?! Kudos! 👏👊😃

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    • HARD VOICES

      I am speechless. But it is the kind of speechlessness I love. You know some people are in this world to live while some are here to entertain people who live–they live their live for people’s fun. Or else why would anyone enter a river full of soap water with his eyes wide open.

      The letter will be sent and heaven will not fall. Ah ha!

      This for reading with me in this crazy boat. You rock, Great Love!

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  6. meezuyeali

    In fact, I’m beginning to feel much stress. don’t u think Iv carried much laughter and its heavy whc defines ‘stress’? let me pour it out…Hahahahahahaha…I can’t stop laughing. Jumoke and Agu, let’s go thereeeeeeer

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