“If Tomi wants the crown so badly, they should give it to her. I don’t even feel like attending the event.”
“Dinah, are you not going to do anything to campaign for votes? Can’t you see what Tomi and her ‘plastics’ are doing? Or don’t you want the crown?” Aishat, one of the nominees for the crown was shocked to see her fellow nominee in such a relaxed mood.
“What’s the big deal about this crown? The world is not about to end with the crown, is it?” Dinah could not be bothered about social status. It was not her thing.
“But the world will end for us if Tomi takes the crown. She will want us all to hide our faces in the mud. Me, I’m bothered–o.” Aishat, who had given up hope of winning, was ready to support Dinah whom she had always preferred, anyway, in terms of beauty. Aishat was shocked they nominated her. She believed it was not for her beauty but for her generosity to her peers, especially the juniors. Her father was rotten rich.
“If Tomi wants the crown so badly, they should give it to her. I don’t even feel like attending the event.” Dinah was uninterested in the conversation. She continued reading a bestseller titled Purpose Driven Life.
“No–o! Don’t try it–o! Don’t even say it! I will cast my vote for you if that will make you sit up!”
Dinah looked up at her and they both laughed.
“I know why you are laughing,” Aishat said looking at her friend.
“O! If you say so–OOO,” Dinah emphasized the “–o” which Aishat was accustomed to.
“Stop it, stop it,” Aishat hit Dinah playfully with the note book she had in her hand and chased her all over the class. “Get out, get out you naughty girl.” Dinah made for the door and bumped into Mr. Akin, one of the male teachers. Aishat could not stop on time. She bumped into Dinah from behind, pressing her hard against Mr. Akin.
“The queen of the prom,” Mr. Akin said, holding Dinah tenderly. Dinah shrugged off his hold, moved back, eyed him and hissed. Aishat did likewise.
“Don’t you want the crown?” Mr. Akin, the Math teacher, asked. “I am directly in charge of counting the votes. You better…uhm…you know…”
Mr. Akin had lost the respect of the female students of Apostles Gem Secondary School. He lured the girls into immoral unions with him, promising them good grades in Mathematics. He threatened a lot of the girls with failure if they refused him. He quite succeeded with some of the younger girls who thought Mathematics was an alien subject—very difficult to understand, let alone passing.
Much as he wanted to defile Dinah by all means necessary, due to her beauty, he could not threaten her much. The simple reason: Dinah was very brilliant.
Joseph’s cockiness was infectious and overwhelming. He was the toast of all the Apostles Gem girls and the envy of all the boys. The girls rolled over themselves to date the popular J.C.J.
“Come-on come here!” He grabbed Dinah to hug her forcefully.
“Knock knock.” It was the principal, Mrs. Ibitimi. She had been by the door watching the drama. She had heard reports of Mr. Akin’s immoral ways with the girls but could not suspend and hand him over to the right authorities for lack of evidence. This was all she needed.
“Madam!” Mr. Akin said, surprised. “I am finished.”
“Yes, Mr. Math teacher. Can I see you in my office immediately!”
Somewhere on the play field
“Yeh! You! Bring that ball here! Stupid boy! Come-on bring that ball! I said bring that ball! If you run and I catch you, you are dead! Oh, you want to run, ehn?” Paul was one of Joseph’s friends. Together they formed a clique of four. They were popular among the boys. Their popularity was solely rested on Joseph’s personality.
He was easily the tallest and most handsome in the school. He had curly hair and aquiline nose. This made the rumor that he was of mixed parentage more rife amongst the students. Though he was not mulatto fair, he had smooth brown sugar color. Joseph’s cockiness was infectious and overwhelming. He was the toast of all the Apostles Gem girls and the envy of all the boys. The girls rolled over themselves to date the popular J.C.J.
© Bankanthony N. David