The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Cyborg

A picture of Ejiro AkpoOghene Ukeme in the multimedia.

I look at him, his eyes looking hard disgusted and serious. He looks furious. He always has that look whenever he sees me. Like my mere sight is an abomination to him.

Ejiro was no where in sight. Am glad on this development. I just met him and I don't want him seeing me like this, looking scared and vulnerable.

"You and Ejiro?"

"Uhn?" I mumbled dumbly.

I hear him hiss loudly looking more pissed off than before.

"Are you deaf or what?! How do you know Ejiro?!" he snapped in anger causing my heart to beat faster in fear at the rise of his voice.

"We are working on a project together with Theresa in the art studio. The keys to the room were with me so I had to return it"

I rushed out like a child trying to defend himself on a theft issue in the presence of the mum.

He said nothing still staring at me. A forlorn look on his face.

Okay... Am really late for class, maybe he has nothing to say to me, without saying another word, I turn to go again but got stopped... Again.

"Where you dey go?"

"Am late for class" i stated the obvious. Didn't he hear the bell?

"And so what? When you dey look for boy up and down you no know sey you go late for class?"

"But I said~"

"Shut up! Did I say you should talk?" he scrunched up his nose in disgust all of a sudden "dey don dey deceive you abi? Don't worry.. You go soon see wetin you dey look for"

His impeccable way of speaking the pidgin English as always made me wonder whether he grew up in Warri.

He speaks good English like every other student of SJC but Akeju always had a way of making pidgin English sound good and posh to the ear.

I stared at him in confusion at his words, not making sense of anything. I turn away, walking back to my class as soon as the said teacher appeared from the other side of the block heading towards my class, which happens to be my saving grace.

I don't think i will ever be able to understand Akeju Balogun.

The class was eventful. We talked about chromosomes and the importance when it comes to offsprings and am sure the teacher was just trying to reboot our memory on the topic since we were going to dive deeper.

I listened to the teacher go on and on about the XX chromosomes and XY chromosomes and how it is responsible for the gender of the child. Soon enough, the teacher noticed that not everyone was paying full attention in the class so she did what every typical teacher in Nigeria would do.

"Tear a sheet of paper" she passed the verdict.

Groans and frustrated cries were heard in every corner of the classroom. Some even decided to hiss but the teacher couldn't care less.

It seems only Evans and i who hasn't said a word and already brought out his sheet of paper, were okay with this.

"This test will be part of your continuous assessment test so if you know what is good for you, you better write the test and put something useful and meaningful down because am going to have it recorded"

Her statement made the class more noisy as i see people flipping frantically through their notes and textbooks in hopes of getting something into their empty brain.