life in ozoro polytechnic, a story by eliboy

*MY LIFE IN OZORO POLYTECHNIC*




           *EPISODE 12*




The so waited week finally came, before then I’ve
contacted all my family members and friends who
gave me what they can offer as a support to my
education. I now have money to get all I needed
like a classic apartment that is well furnished,
electronics, generator, school fees and others
unknown to me.
Without anyone mentioning it to me, I know I must
surely excel because throughout my primary and
secondary education, I always emerge the best and
was given several scholarship awards by Shell,
Globestar and some rich individuals. The only bad
aspect of me is women, I can’t control myself when
am close to shawama. If honey and shawama is set
before me to make a choice, I’ll go for the
shawama leaving the honey for ants to lick. But
thank God I’m a changed person now. It’s up to
two weeks, I haven’t s-x under minding the fact
that I have close to 25 girlfriends in warri and it’s
environ, and I didn’t call them any day not to talk
of taking their calls. The fear now is if I can
continue this way in school. People do say “a
player is always a player” if I should see myself as a
football player then it’s obvious that I played my
games like Christiano Ronaldo who never get caught
by any defender, because of his skills and pace,
but I will try and take the light of Fernado Torres
who became a washed and faded player when
transferred to Chelsea FC.
– – – – – – – – – – –
THE POLYTECHNIC
The first two weeks was like hell, moving from one
office to another for clearance, collection of 4
files and payment of dues from bank to bank. I
also created time to be with Jerry and pay for an
apartment in DADDY’S HOSTEL. During this period
lectures weren’t in my mind, even though they have
started lecturing. To me it’s too fast, students in
ND1 going to ND2 just finish writing their second
semester exams and they expect the new intake to
be receiving class, it’s really unfair.
In no due cost, I was done with all the payment and
made some nice friends who were also busy doing
their clearance too. What is left now for me is to
change all the tellers and bank draft to the school
receipt. Almost all the offices we entered the staffs
there will ask for recharge card or drinks before
they will attend to us, I played along with them by
cooperating and by the third week I was through
with all payments and changing of tellers to
receipt…
– – – – – – – – – – –
It’s the fourth week of resumption; I was the first to
be in the lecture hall, since I haven’t received any
proper lecture, I prepared on time and left my
apartment where I stayed alone as early as 6am.
After an hour, the lecture hall was filled to the
beam and noise took over the mini hall as voices
echoed like a talking drum in my ears. I wasn’t
comfortable being my first time of receiving lectures
in the school, I rested my head on the desk where I
was sitting down, and started listening to reggae
songs on my phone. In a short while, someone
tapped me which makes me to adjust staring at the
pretty girl eye ball to eye ball, she returned my
gazed with a frigid sensation.
CHEKWUBE: My friend, are you fine?
ME: Do I look sick? (I asked, returning a question
instead of an answer)
CHEKWUBE: That wasn’t what I meant, I just wanna
know if you are okay because you look stress up
ME: I’m not used to noise that’s just it…
CHEKWUBE: Eyaaaaaahhhhhh….. kpele
ME: Hmmmmm… Thank you
CHEKWUBE: I haven’t seen you in our class before,
are you just resuming?
ME: Yes and you?
CHEKWUBE: I’ve been receiving lectures since they
resumed, although they haven’t done much sha. It’s
only few lecturers that have been coming
ME: But you have all the notes?
CHEKWUBE: Yes, all my notes are up to date
ME: Please you will borrow me them, so I can start
studying to catch up with you guys.
CHEKWUBE: no problem, they are all at home.
Maybe you will come to my house to collect them
or tell me your address so I can come over to give
them to you
ME: I live in Daddy’s Hostel room 10, where do u
stay?
CHEKWUBE: Prestine Hostel
ME: I’ve heard of that hostel before, it has a bad
reputtttttttttt

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