Welcoming prisoners into their dungeons...

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              "Stubborn boy, get up! You are moving to the hostel, it's time to get serious with your studies, I have purchased your provisions as well as those prerequisites on the list your hostel master gave me", my mum said some minutes after breakfast about the time I decided to beat that stupid Lu-Keng that had been giving me a tough time ever since I was given Mortal Kombat software by a classmate Kenny.
The day kept gliding like an ice skater, swerving with millions of advice and advise.

"Omo mi, jo ma kegbekegbe, ki o runti iru ile ti otijade ati iru ebi ti oni o” my mum said some minutes after I changed into a green-white checkers shirt and a cream colored trousers. Having been sure that I had nothing left to add to my big black travelling bag, I decided to take a bike off to my school.

Arriving at the school hostel at 3:00pm, the compound was filled up with luxurious cars belonging to the parents of boarders but for us that our parent does not own a car, we either came with our Legedes-benz or use public motorcycle.

           “Kola, get over here! It seems you want to get de-batched, I am not sure you know the tenacity of the position given to you, you the so-called hostel prefect.”
            Those were the welcoming words from my hostel master Mr. Tayo (famously known for his nickname Skabio, which most of us ridiculed because the name sounded more like that of a hardened criminal to us). I dropped my bag to assist in some cleaning and packing activities afterwards I was searched and given a new bunk. It was a custom on everyday of resumption to the hostel, which was a day before the school officially resumes.

         “Bros. K, Kolswaggs, Kolzic, Bro Kola, Cole J,” were the names I was hearing from left and right from either a junior, a classmate or a friend and I was forced to answer everyone with a smile showing a dimple on my left cheek or giving them a handshake. After the parents who came to drop their kids bade their farewells, noise filled the hostel with everyone having a new thing to share.
"Fikay have you heard Kiss Daniel-Mama?”
“Dami have you seen the latest IPhone 7 classic?
“Diva I’m sure you watched Maltina dance hall season 5, or didn't you?
“Please who has seen or been to Stv Galleria?”
These were some of the questions asked by one person or another.
Everyone looked so neat and fresh as usual on a day like this. Boys advertised the professionalism of their Barbers and the females, their hair stylist.

“Kola, you are even around?”A tall perfectly framed ebony girl asked, hearing her voice I knew who she was.
"Janny, how's the holiday? Sorry I didn’t ask about you when I arrived, I have been so occupied," I said, smiling as we were about hugging.
We kept talking for about five minutes and every time she talked I tried hard to look her in the face, she was just too...

“It's 6:30, I guess fellowship should be starting now”' Kenny said to Tunde,
“Or isn't it Kolswaggs?'' he turned to me after Tunde gave a look showing he had no idea.
“Yeah, and it's gonna be at the general hall” I replied with a chortle as I pushed my bag under my bunk and stood up to arrange my provs(short for provisions) into my locker.
          The fellowship started and lasted for 30 minutes, then afterwards the Proprietress, a tall young-looking woman in her diamonds who had an ebony skin and  long dark-grey hair resting on her shoulder famously known for her love for kids and aspiration of building a better generation, said she wanted to have a discussion with the SS3 students and then the prefects. The long meeting ended and everyone walked down to the dining hall to eat. Prep started immediately after food and it ended as early as 9p.m.We were told to prepare for the next day and to press our clothes if we hadn't done so at home. While I was laying on my bed about to sleep at light-out, I said to myself, ‘This is my last year here, enjoy every moment, get what you came for which is nothing other than success and later on I slept off, dreaming of  the long days ahead.

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