[STORY] KPAKPA GRAMMAR SCHOOL (Episode 19)

Episode 19.

Mr. Biggy looked at Moyosore and shook his head wondering what kind of off-topic question was that, he rubbed his chin a habit that earned him a nickname Chin Li.

Mr. Biggy: [frowns] shey your papa na teacher, go and ask him why all Nigeria leaders are above sixty years [laughter roars in the class]

He dropped the half-used chalk on the floor and went for his book on the table and walked away, some students followed him asking him some questions while the others went out of control in making noise.

Pretty the only Geography teacher in the school was taking SSS1 on Map reading while they all listened carefully, she stopped teaching and demanded for a question.

Ben raised his hand up immediately.

Ben: this map reading fit make person make money even without going to university?

Mrs. Pretty: somehow… Hope say you nodey plan to stop education after WAEC [every starts laughing]

George: [raises his hand after Ben takes his sits] aunty, as GPS dey everywhere… Wetin be the need of the map reading skills and map making?

Mrs. Pretty: no be everywhere get server na, what of your village forest. GPS get the map [everyone giggles] no more question?

Jeff: [raises his hand up and she permits him] aunty help us define di*ck?

Mrs. Pretty: [chuckles nervously] I no be your biology teacher na, when em come, you ask.

Class: aunty, please…. na… aunty please naa… [everyone choruses]

Mrs. Pretty: okay oh, before ona go swallow me [all of them laughs] pleasure pipe!

Class: ehnnnn….

Mrs. Pretty: sperm bank.

Class: ehnn…

Mrs. Pretty: ahhh oohh transmitter.

Class: ehnnn…

Mrs. Pretty: nine Months sender.

Class: eehhhnnnnnnn! [exclaims in exaggeration]

Mrs. Pretty: unwanted pregnancy.

Class: ehnnnn….

Mrs. Pretty: early marriage, las las hunger kill you and the boy.

Class: eyaaa! [everyone starts laughing]

Mrs. Pretty left the classroom with the class prefect, who went after her with carbon papers in his hands. She asked them to work on map reading as assignment before that day.

It was break time, Abigail stormed out of the class angrily. She was utterly devastated with the kind of school her father registered her. She went under a mango tree and sat, her friend Anita walked towards her smiling.
Joe sighted her.

Joe: small waist, flat yansh… No current for your body.

Anita: big head [she ignores him and walks to Abigail] Abby, wetin happen I been dey search for you everywhere?

Abigail: which kind school be this? all they know is se-x education, them nofit ask better question for once.

Anita: na that one they bother you, they are all brainless brains. This school get plenty genius.

Abigail: [starts laughing] genius kwa! genius ke!! Students wey nofit speak correct English.

Anita: [shakes his head] you think say anybody in this school depend on wetin the teacher dey teach for class? them dey take am as revision, this school is very competitive… Immediately school close, we don start lesson for that primary school close to the village, where different students go explain every topic in our text book wella…. We nodey sleep for night, make their mumulity no deceive oh!

Abigail: you dey serious?

Anita: dey there until you carry last for class. Start to dey read like never before, your score for test no too good oh!

Abigail: I dey score ten over twenty.

Anita: [brings out a paper from her pocket and gives to her] see for yourself.

Abigail: [hands starts shaking] how manage?

Mmesoma walked to Oyin who was standing beside the pillar of SSS2 classroom smiling broadly.

Mmesoma: sir… Sir..

Oyin: [glares at her] get Chinonso and Theo, three of you should meet me in the staffroom.

Mmesoma: you go settle me for the message oh!

Oyin: [frowns] what do you mean?

Mmesoma: with wire wire… [walks closer] you still need explanation?

Oyin: [steps back] you are sick! you need medical check-up. Not wire wire or so ever [he hisses and walks away]

Mmesoma: handsome guy, las las I go chop you clean mouth.

Aisha took the both flaccid di*cks in her both palms and stroked them slowly, the two guys were quiet enjoying the feel of her soft palm jerking them.

Anike: abeg give us mouth action, we don tire for soapy abeg.

To Be Continued…… . . .