Fiction Stories: Dairy of a campus episode 25

EPISODE 25

Then I knew I was in a big problem I could

ever envisage. Should I call for help or should

I confront them? The later would teleport me

to my early grave. Even if I had the genetic

makeup of Kristin Rhodes, the world strongest

woman and Arnold Schwarzenegger, I dare not

try to challenge them. I motionlessly at the

same spot gazed at my room to be sure about

their exit. I waited for several minutes but

none of them came close to the door, far from

the thought of exiting my room.

Who could

they be? Why did they have to abode in my

room? I was lost in these thoughts when one

of them came out of the room and was

walking towards me. Did they have a clue

about where I was? I asked myself. I became

startled and began to quiver like a malaria

patient. My brain was as fast as a 4G network

to pinpoint a suitable hideout for me, the

toilet. I tiptoed gently back to the toilet to

save my troubled head from the unknown guy.

The toilet has four compartments, but the first

two compartments were bad, so students on

my floor make do with the last two. I shifted

to the third compartment and sat on the water

closet pretending to be emptying my bowels.

The unknown guy stood in front of the

compartment I was but couldn’t see me

because everywhere was very dark, he then lit

a cigarette, brought out his hose and let out

some liquid. Oops! I wasn’t with my umbrella

to prevent the rain drops on me. The unknown

guy obliviously peed on me. I zipped my

mouth not to utter a word because if I do, my

obituary would be inevitable. I endured the

odorously concentrated aroma of his urine. He

threw the remains of the cigarette on me,

thinking it landed in the water closet and left.

I was slightly burnt by the dwarfed cigarette

but still remained mute. After he left, I felt like

crying but I converted that energy to praise

the toilet, it endures a lot of things we

humans do to it.

I lifted my messy self up from the toilet seat

and walked gently out of the toilet to peep on

the unknown guys. I didn’t see them when I

strained my eyes to check on them from afar. I

composed myself and decided to proceed back

to my room. As I took few steps away from the

toilet, power supply restored. I swiftly ran

back to the toilet in fear. I stayed by the toilet

door, fearfully peeping if the guys would exit

my room and let me have the opportunity to

identify them. Luckily for me, they took their

leave and I had a glimpse of them. I wasn’t

familiar with the other two faces but Bayo’s

face, I couldn’t mistake for anyone’s. They

weren’t with any weapon but their dressing

signaled danger; they were all dressed in black

with a red bandanna tied to their arms. I had

no doubt why Bayo wanted me dead but I

shrugged it off and proceeded to my room to

get a bucket to fetch water. I can’t sleep with

a sticky dirty body else I would have a

nightmare, I said to myself. I got to my room

to meet a short note on my bed. I easily knew

who wrote the note, Bayo, because of his

handwriting. The note read thus:

Banji A.K.A D’Banj, I know you are very smart

but you are not smarter than the Black

Mambas. You want to fix me up to the school

authority after I helped you eliminate your

threat. I know your moves. You can run but

you can’t hide. I am very sure you know about

our coming here tonight and that’s why you

fled before we arrive. I will sure get you, I

swear. It’s either you leave this school for me,

I leave this school for you or We both leave.

Olabanji Adebanjo, YOU ARE A LIVING DEAD!!!

I could feel my blood bubble like boiling water,

my head immediately ached, I was sweating

profusely like someone that just finished a

race, I was so scared to earth. Who would get

such a message and not be soaked in fear?

I folded the note and kept it in my bag for

threat evidence, then I took a bucket and

proceeded downstairs. It was 12:50 a.m. I was

looking all around like a thief, scared that

Bayo maybe lurking around the corners of my

hall in search of me. I got downstairs and ran

to the tap to fetch water. The water was

dropping from the tap as if it wasn’t happy to

come out; the urination of a four year old

gushes faster than this tap. I decided to sit on

the tank I and Buhari sat on in the morning to

wait for my bucket to be filled. I nervously sat

down, bowing my head to think of the

dangerous note I got from Bayo. I was so lost

in thought when I felt a hand on shoulder.

TO BE CONTINUED…