THAT African Boy.

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Sitting in a chemistry class is one of my favourites.

I love seeing how confused my friends are in class.
They look like they don't really understand what is going on.

you see, i know we are different but my friends are the other kind of different.
Our class ain't that big in numbers and so I believe with the teacher having all his attention
on each and everyone of us, we are supposed to get it. But the guys in class,
they just find this too complex and value too little on what the teacher has to offer.
the strong boys at the back lead by Tim are all soccer and basketball lovers.
they'll spend all their free time thinking about last weekend's game, argue about the plenty of missed scoring chances,
fight over who's the best player in what game and so forth. They always end up comparing themselves to this
great players .....i on the other end, find that funny but admire their passion and come to think of it,
our school has the respect it deserves when it comes to school championship games.
The men behind me work really hard in our school team and God knows, they have a bright future ahead of them.

They'd rather spend the whole day in the gym, court or soccer pitch training rather than do what they are being forced to do at the momment.

The ladies love them,

They laze around class trying to look good. You can always relate an act with that seen on a Kardarshian show..... them copy-cats

We are half way our structure and bonding lesson. We are learning about graphite today and I get where we are headed.
Sorry, did I say 'we', that might just be a lie. You can read the frustration on the lecturer's face.
He may be having second thoughts on changing his career soon if such kind of students keep enrolling for his class.

His kind of job comes with plenty of challenges and the many a times, he has been awarded for his excellence.
Just that this year looks a bit different, the class he has is more athletic than it is intrested in chemistry.

As soon as the bell goes, the rush for the door is unfortold.

On the corridors you just got to be careful. We have all the crazies letting their frustrations
loose to anyone they feel is not of their caste.

bullies, slay'gees have this chance to show how strong they are or how great they are.
sometimes genius kids experiment their projects right there in the hallway.

As i walk through the loud lot, with some earpieces on, Khalid is blessing me urbandantly.
His voice, sweet.
The mellody, gorgeous.
I'm completely in a different horizon when KJ bumps into me. I almost take the fall.
He's my crazy neighbor. I'm only a class ahead. His cologne is too strong for me.
I notice it's not even a man's cologne.

"you guy.....what have you been up to?" i ask.

"nothing" he says. but i can tell he's been up to something.

I pull that nigga to a chair right outside the entrance to our tution block.

I have to know what's up with this new found cologne

we get to know the story in our next article.......

hey thanks for reading through. @
sorry i have exams this week but
i will surely sneak in something
and a bit longer in the weekend

much love
i appreciate