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LIFE AS A CORPER 2


    Looking around the four corners of his room, what was he searching for? Why the panting? Why the nervousness? Ezemo just spoilt his plans, why should he approach his beloved Titi before him.

   Ezemo and Ebuka both served at the same school, and are good friends. It was during one of his gist with him that he told Eze of how pretty and attractive Titi was and excused the teasing made by Eze after He said his friend has fallen for a Yoruba girl. Seeing them together discussing, laughing made him feel betrayed. He wondered what they could be discussing that could be so funny, he even thought of going out of his classroom and punching Eze on the face, he pondered and hoped Eze wasn't disclosing what they had discussed about her.

   Once he heard the bell, he quickly dismissed the students and waved at them, he checked through the window again to see if he would see Eze and his Titi again. Where could they have gone now? He asked himself. On reaching his staff room, with his face red hot, his fist folded as though he were about to murder someone. He did not even respond to the greetings from the students and teachers around, he walked past his table and headed straight to the office Eze was.
He then heard a tiny voice calling his name behind him, and it sounded familiar. Who will this be now, angered that someone will disturb him from hammering Eze. He turned only to discover that it was Yetunde, a fellow Corp member in his department. Asking furiously, what is it again? The principal wants to see you, Yetunde replied. Chai!! he is being summoned by the principal.

   Thinking through, he wondered if he had done anything wrong. Was it about Bode? Not possible Bode deserved to be punished and he gave it to Bode hot.
The people he saw at the office shocked him, one sat on the principal's chair arranging some files, some were discussing with the principal. Why is Titi sitting on the chair? Nothing concerns him with that. He came to see the Principal. The principal at a distance sighted him, and introduced Titilayo to him, he was really busy so Ebuka wasn't really sure who He introduced to him.

   When he was done he summoned for Ebuka who was sitting beside the secretary gisting. After exchanging pleasantries, the principal said that Titi is his daughter and told him that he would like him to be her tutor. For some seconds, Ebuka remained speechless and out of reach as he struggled to fathom what was happening, “is this the works of fate? or am I being put to test?” these thoughts beset his innocent mind.

  Ebuka of all people was known for his ardent love for business and making smart negotiation, but that day was different as he declined to be the tutor of Titi and giving flimsy excuses of being inconsistent and always busy, he even offered to get someone qualified for Titi.
Saddened expression was written all over Titilayo and that of the Principal. What Ebuka didn't know was that Eze had agreed to be taking Titi in one of her course.
   Leaving  the principal’s office turned to be a hard  task as he was confused, this was the same jealous him some minutes ago, what had changed? Will his decision come against the relationship he intends building.     


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LIFE AS A CORPER


Titilayo! Titi!!, why isn’t she answering? Was that not the name she gave me?  Ebuka affirmed himself probably she isn’t in a good mood today, after all we both had wonderful gist yesterday.

It’s been three months since Ebuka became a serving corp member of Akinle. Knowing his way around the Yoruba village-city he was posted to is another missionary expedition. A village-city in the sense that, as capital of the state it looks completely like a village, old houses everywhere, old mentality, goats flocking every corner of the streets with their unending bleating even at night.

Every minute of the day, he thinks of how he would write down the seemingly unending drama happening around him, the way the people talk, how they greet  their elders, the over-pepperish food and the love the girls here show to him as a corper as though he were a god.

Titilayo  happens to be different, she is tall, elegant, brilliant than her peers, with the way she exhumes confidence. All these qualities made Ebuka want to know her as against his decision to steer off every girl that comes his way throughout his course of service.

He wasn’t ready to share his title allawee, he planned to be more careful as he already heard even from the folks around, he too knew that the decision he made before coming to Akinle would be impossible as he was longing to know her more.
He sees her around the school premises, what does she do? He wondered if she were one of those new student teachers posted to his schools. It’s been two weeks now since Titi came in to St. Marks.

For those weeks, Ebuka made plans, drew sketches, mapped out paths, constructed algorithms of what he was to say and how he was going to say it. He sees her virtually every minute of the day, first in his head, should I approach her now? He often asks himself or it be best to just close my eyes to the beauty standing before him.

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