Fiction Stories: Dairy of a campus episode 22

EPISODE 22

I wondered why he was staring at me as if I

had killed him.

“Sir, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I should ask you.” Mr Okanlawon replied.

“You both were locked in here alive and now

only you is up on your feet.”

I felt like slapping Mr Okanlawon because of

his crazy insinuation but I controlled myself

not to compound me being delinquent.

Mr

Okanlawon rushed out of the cell to get help. I

went closer to Strike to examine if he was still

breathing, I tapped him, pinched him but all to

no avail. Mr Okanlawon returned with the CSO

and some medical officials. The medical

personnel were busy examining Strike with all

their medical equipment, while the CSO stood

at akimbo looking at them.

“Sir, his blood has stopped flowing.” A female

medical personnel said, still staring at Strike.

“Meaning?” The CSO questioned.

“Sir, he’s dead.”

Beads of sweat immediately formed on my

forehead and the goose bumps that arose

from my body were as tall as mountains. I

was shocked from head to toe. There’s just a

second between life and death, I said to

myself. My late relationship with Strike

showed vividly how nice he was. I learnt a

vital lesson from Strike, that every bad person

has a reason for their actions. The fault

comes into play when the person decides to

remain bad without a bit of repentance.

I was still shocked when the CSO asked the

medical personnel to mummify Strike’s body

and take it to the morgue. The CSO glimpse at

his watch and bowed his head. It was already

late in the evening.

“Okanlawon!” The CSO called.

Mr Okanlawon saluted, stood at attention and

responded, “Sir!”

“Take that boy to my office.” He commanded.

“Yes Sir!”

I just wished I could start my life afresh. I was

totally jaded of the campus and my life

entirely. I wished I could be temporarily deaf

every time Mr Okanlawon speaks. I’m always

disgruntled anytime he opens his gutter to

talk.

“You have killed another person again abi?”

Mr Okanlawon said, shepherding me to the

CSO’s office.

I remained mute all the while he was vomiting

the rubbish he had stored up in his mind. We

both arrived at the CSO’s office and he fired

up his words again.

“They will sure kill you one day.” He said with

a frown on his face.

I was pissed already. My patience was totally

exhausted and my rage was staggering on the

fence of my self control, another word from Mr

Okanlawon would absolutely tip me over the

edge.

“Not only will you be killed but with a gun.”

He added. “Yes. They will shoot you.”

I faced the old security chump, shoved him

against the wall, installed my blazing eyes on

him and roared, “Keep your mouth shut and

stay off my case!”

I let go my hands off his uniform and returned

to my position. What a miracle, Mr

Okanlawon’s loosed mouth was completely

sealed; respect is reciprocal. I gazed at him

once again, the feared that pumped out of his

eyes were considerably much to seal his

mouth for a year. We both heard the voice and

the footsteps of the CSO, so we composed.

The CSO entered and quickly sat on his chair,

he seemed to be in a haste.

“Banji, what can I do to you now?” He said,

staring at me.

I pitifully replied, “Sir, I swear am innocent. I

will sure fish Bayo out as soon as I get him.”

“This is a murder case, you know?” He added,

“I can’t take it cool with anybody I think is

involved.”

“Sir, Please. I am innocent.”

The CSO thought for some seconds and said,

“Okanlawon, what can I do to this boy? Should

we detain him till we get his friend?”

“Ehm—Eh—Ehm Sir.” Mr Okanlawon

stuttered.

“What’s Ehm Ehm? I said what can we do to

him?” He furiously asked.

I swiftly stared at confused Mr Okanlawon, he

looked at me and got the answer to the CSO’s

question. I was almost laughing but smiled at

his sudden fear of me.

“Oga Sir. Let’s just leave him to go. I can see

sincerity in him.” Mr Okanlawon defended.

“How can you see sincerity in someone, ehn,

tell me, Okanlawon?” The CSO questioned

again.

“Ehm—Eh-Ehm Sir, Hmmmm, Oga Sir, I just

saw this one.” He trembling replied.

“Ok then. I assign you to keep watch on him

till he produce his friend.”

“Ok Sir!” Mr Okanlawon said and saluted.

The CSO shifted his focus back on me and

said, “You must report yourself to Mr

Okanlawon everyday else you will be in more

trouble. Understood?”

“Yes Sir!”

“You may go.”

“Permission to fall out Sir?!” Mr Okanlawon

requested.

“Carry on.” The CSO dismissed.

I and Mr Okanlawon walked through the

passage of the security office discussing like

friends.

“How are we going to do it now?” Mr

Okanlawon asked, still filled with fear.

“I don’t know o?” I boldly said.

“Ok. Come at your own time. I will cover up for

you.”

“Thank you.”

I walked away while Mr Okanlawon shouted,

“Please try and come everyday o.”

I ignored and bounced away. I was happy that

I’m a little bit free from all the hassle. I

brought my phone out to check the time

because it was quite dark, then Bayo called.

What should I do?

TO BE CONTINUED.