Ibinu

Night has its ears.

The sound kept getting louder and closer.

"Who's that one knocking? People are trying to sleep now." Senior Chimdi asked, annoyed.

"It's probably one of the hostel mistresses. Ma! MAAAAAA!!!!!!" Screamed Senior Amaka. There was no reply. "Maybe she didn't hear me, let's just fash it." She laid back on the bed and continued typing on her phone.

KOI KOI KOI. KOI KOI KOI! KOI KOI KOI!!!

The sound was coming from right outside the door.

When Senior Chimdi and Senior Princess bent down to look through the gap under the door, they saw a pair of red heels. They scrambled back to the floor with masks of horror on their faces. 

Their backs were against the bunk bends before they were finally able to talk and tell us what they had seen. We all screamed while covering our mouths and retreated farther from the door.

All that's going through my mind right now is who sent me oo, who send me come school early. I too do no good oo. I swear I'll never come on resumption day again in this my life.

After about half an hour, the footsteps started receding. She must have assumed no one was in the room since we maintained radio silence.

Not even up to ten minutes after the whole red shoe fiasco, we started hearing the sound of pounding, coming from the direction of the hostel mistresses' room.

The pounding kept getting louder and louder, till it was a shrill crescendo. All of a sudden, we heard someone shout, "IYAN TI JINNA*!!!"

Whose pounded yam is done ehn Jesu?

ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ? ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅ? ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇʙʏ-

Hey, hey, hey. Your own don do. Why won't I be afraid, how many prayer I dey pray? I've never experienced this kind of thing before, so better get out of here with this your spirit of God nonsense.

Not long after the shout, we started hearing drums, music, laughter, and the sounds of conversation. It was as if there was a party going on right in our hostel.

Our hostel mistresses entered the room in a fluster, the door banging against the wall on their way in. They asked if we could hear the sounds too, we all gave a murmur of assent. 

They closed the door and settled down on an empty lower bunk. The hostel mistresses huddled together like a pair of penguins, their heads bowed down. They tried to restrain their screams, though fear was evident on their faces and in their cowering bodies.

Everyone stopped laying down, and we became groups of three on a bed, like meat arranged on a stick.

I hope they don't think we look like kebabs and find us tasty. Why did I think of that? I want to start crying now.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴇʜɴ. ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ? ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ?

I'm just ten for Christ's sake, do you expect me to be rational? Better just thank God that I haven't even urinated on myself.

Eventually, the sounds of a party faded away, and we were able to ask our hostel mistresses to recount their experience.