Must Read: My Life On Campus… Part 21 - Gidifans

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I found it very difficult to believe who I was gazing at, Strike. Strike sat on the floor of the guardroom, cuffed both hands and legs. I became so relaxed seeing he’s handicapped; I will so beat him if he tries to fight. His face was still scary though but he acted friendly. I comfortably sat close to him.
“What brought you here?” Strike asked.
“Bayo landed me here o.” I said.
“Yesterday things?”
“Yes O. Na yesterday shooting o.” I explained. “The student reported the case to the security office yesterday night. The security sef don know before they even complain sef.”
“Ehn, sure na. Shebi na them see us that time wey we face them with AK-47 and his brothers.” He added and giggled.
“Abi o. So na this morning wey police dey parade around looking for the evidence o.” I continued. “I wan come settle the whole thing with the chief security officer, na there I enter wahala o.”
“How na?”
“CSO talk sey I dey involved in the killing.”
“Ehn Ehn, shey you no dey involved ni?” Strike sounded implicative.
I was shocked with his reply so I angrily replied, “You dey mad ni? I help una carry gun? Oga Ade abeg give yourself brain o.”
He smiled and said, “D’Banj, I dey joke na. No vex.”
“Abeg no joke that kind joke with me o.” I said, now relaxed and asked, “So what brought you here and how did you get here?”
“O boy na long story jare.” He replied, feeling reluctant to discuss it.
“We dey here together and we no dey commot yet so talk I dey hear you.”
“I was arrested early this morning by the police, around 3:30 a.m. Some hours after you escaped, the police raided that area and arrested me.”
“How come? I thought you had a charm?” I interrogated.
He laughed and said, “I do but it wasn’t on me when they arrived the scene.”
“Please, explain better. How was it not on you?”
“The charm is attached to my footwear but am not suppose to wear it when am urinating. I went to urinate, leaving my shoe some distant away from me. I never expected the police to come around so I was not conscious of them.”
“Aww, I now understand.” I said.
“How come they brought you here and not their station?” I asked.
“I have a case with the school and they have requested for the help of the police to arrest me.” He explained. “All efforts made by the school security to get me failed.”
“Are you a student of this school?”
He laughed out loud and said, “I have been on campus for eight years now.”
“Oh, I get. You are studying advanced medicine or what?” I inquisitively asked and added, “or you’re doing your masters?”
“Advanced medicine?” He laughed again, “masters?”
“What? Ok, fine. Tell me what you’re up to for eight years.”
“I have been rusticated since my year three in this school.” He said with a squeezed face. “Since then, I have been on campus anonymously.”
“Doing what?”
“Making money and spreading the virus.”
“How do you do that?”
“I dupe students, especially freshers.”
“How do you then spread the virus?”
“I make sure I send many students back home just as they did to me.” He replied. “I initiate students into the cult and command them to initiate others. Virus keeps spreading.”
I was scared with the horror movie he was narrating but not as scared to stop asking him more questions.
“How did you join the cult?” I happily asked, shifting closer to him.
He coughed, paused for some seconds and explained, “It all started when I was admitted into this school. I was not the jovial type, am always quiet and easy going. In fact, I was an introvert. That gave lot of students the advantage to bully me around. I so bullied to the extent of washing my friends clothes and fetch them bathing water.”
“Aww. That’s unfair.”
“I kept soaking my bed with tears always because of this. One day, Akinwale Cole, then a four hundred level student, walked into my room to see me crying. He asked me what was wrong, I explained everything to him and he asked me not to worry that he would find a solution to it.”
“So nice of him.” I ignorantly commended.
“Cole invited me to a night club and thereafter I was initiated.”
“He initiated you? Ha! Was that the solution to the persistent bullying?” I surprisingly said.
“Yes o, that was the help o.” Strike affirmed and explained further, “it actually did help me. I faced the bullies. I beat some of them sef. The ones I can’t beat was handle by the gang. I became so fierce and feared. My story was becoming loud, so that gave the school an eye on me. There are a lot to talk about but let’s leave it for some other time because am actually very sick and I need to rest.”
“Aww. I feel for you. It’s well.” I said.
I was already falling asleep while Strike snoozed off some minutes after he paused his story. I was so fatigued after all the stress I went through some hours back. I thought to sleep so I would wake up to a miracle of freedom. I ruminated on Strike’s story which helped transit me to the dreamland.
“Wake up! Criminals wake up.” Mr Okanlawon shouted, with a kick at my back.
I stretched so wide, yawned so loud and quickly regained my consciousness when Mr Okanlawon kicked me again. I looked at Strike, who was still lying down comfortably. Mr Okanlawon moved closer to Strike and kicked him but he didn’t budge a bit. He kicked harder but he still didn’t move. I stood up and stared at Mr Okanlawon bending closer to Strike’s chest. He placed his right ear on his chest to perceive if Strike was still breathing. He stood up, gazed at me and shook his head.

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