When Moses decides to teach programming
"Recently students, we programmers uses MYSQL for coding as well as JAVA,COBOL and FORTRAN. Some of you might want to study Computer Science or Computer Engineering so you would be taught all of that, I hope some of you wouldn't be mummies and daddies then?" He smiled showing all his 36 God-given teeth out and then closing them in a jiffy.
Meet Mr Ajanlekoko, my computer studies II teacher.
He was a very diligent, funny and action filled man, often known for his archaic and vigorous locality. He taught Computer studies like a man who was born before Christ Era (B.C.E).Just like for example, he was like Moses explaining Algorithm and flowcharts of data.
Most times, I just watch him blab for two hours or I secretly play Pinball or Solitaire on the computer, when he was deeply engulfed with the teaching at the front. Others at the middle were doing one or two things with themselves or to themselves while those who were unlucky to have come late to class sat at the front, and as at then they all looked very serious.
We do fight to sit at the back row instead of the front.
The computer room was a rectangular room filled with two air-conditioners and three ceiling fans. It had thirty computers with ebony slabs of wood making a cross section of tables and sections. To some it was the best place to study, to me on a day of a boring class, it was my bed of roses.
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Classes followed classes, just as day after day. The sun scotched like a burning furnace. I dipped my hands into my blue trousers and noticed I was having a hundred Naira note left. I joined the guys in my class who had the same thought and ambition with me at that moment. We needed to buy food.
We dashed to the food canteen where Mama Sekodun was selling foods and snacks in exchange for tickets. We bought tickets based on the amount we were having and waited for everyone else to buy food before we moved forward. Some people might have felt we were forming-up as big boys but that wasn't the case. Let me just say in short , THE PATIENT DOG EAT THE FATEST BONE.
Finally the long queue was coming to an end and we stepped forward towards mama.
“Mama Se ounje si wa?"(mama is there still some food remaining?),we asked in unison. After she replied that food still remained we bought our food based on our tickets. She sold the food and added fisi because we were the last on the queue, our initial ambition.
Later, I noticed break-time was over and looked at my wrist to check my analog Casio watch, I was 10 minutes late! And it was Financial Accounting I was meant to have!
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One of the things man tend to avoid is stress, but when it comes to sport, it's a voluntary stress.
The grass knew that today the bagatelle done on herself is far from usual. The continuous matching that hit the ground like soldiers matching to war. The sprints made by athletes like horses from one side of the pitch to another. The cacophonous sound made all about on the pitch like a busy city.
"Higher your legs! Above the ground!"
" On your mark! Get ready!"
"That's a free-kick! Hey! You might be out of play next time you do that!"
It was the hits of the inter-house sport competition everyone wanted to put their Carte-Blanche into it. The pitch was 70 yard with Bamboo sticks has goal post, white paints as running lines, sun dust as soft sand to land after high, or short jump. Students involving in the match past were at a distant part of the pitch forming angles like those in a rectangle. Football was played at the centre of the pitch. Houses were to play against each other to know who wins The Best Football House of the year cup. I don't know why I was in Sharon house (red house), everything about the house is just red!
I dreamt of me changing that this time. Winning several cups for my house but damn it! I wasn’t even the captain. Tayo one of the fraternal twins in my class, a tall smooth cheek with long limbs like that of a giraffe was nominated by the housemaster and mistress as the house captain, probably because of his physique. I was a boy with round stomach and big buttocks like an empty drum. Tayo had the body shape of an athlete, he could run and could play football so well. I? I couldn't run, I play football but not so well, I even earned myself the name "Kordinator"(someone who seem to play football with his buttocks).
I stood, resting on the fence adjacent to the pitch and watched all the activities going on. I imagined the days ahead, imagined things I couldn't do but hope I could one day. I was caught unaware by the arrival of Damil (shortened from Damilola) a short rugged and hilarious young lad and Seyi a fat amorphous boy with bourgeois trousers and shirt.
" Koliwinki,how you dey naa", Damil said showing his two long incisors like a rabbit while I raised an eyebrow looking at him and his tangled hair.
"Ko----lis-------co----, hhhhooooo------ppppuuuu------, everything is alllll------rrrrrriggght?" Seyi asked in his natural stammering manner. Since I had known his nature, I didn't bother laughing. I just told them some funny jokes which made them laugh for a long time then they walked away.
After a while, Timi a fat smooth cheeked girl with a low haircut and golden eyeballs, a chorister in the school choir and students fellowship as well, came over to chat with me. We were having a nice discussion and heading to somewhere nice when I heard the Sport Master shout,
"Sharon house! It's your turn to play against Donald house!"
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