DANGEROUS MEN ARE COMING!!

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Dangerous men are coming!!

The Priest that taught us French was a renaissance man.  
    His classes were pretty much the same story; The fast flipping of the "Ony va" and Harraps French dictionary to find words, the ossuary-esque silence, hearts beating wildly, helpless and tender voices asking their neighbors "ima ya"? ..do you know the answer?, the conjugation and translation questions we had no answer to😂 ,the  call for the canes and the unheard prayers to Fortuna ,the god of luck.
There were many theories on how to avoid his unanswerable questions; Some said it was maintaining 100% eye contact with him...i tried that shit and it ended in tears.
Another school of thought suggested staying at the back of the class, but distance was never barrier to the markers he threw.
Some others suggested zero eye contact some even suggested being in the front seat and cleaning the board for him, but none really worked😫.

That morning, he breezed into the class, his perfume wafting into our eager nostrils like burning incense and his soutane cape flowing like the divine waves of the Danube.
After he finished  flogging  a few persons who couldn't conjugate "avoir" and "etre" ,his soutane cape  moved from his shoulder to his neck  like a wet  towel draped across the neck.    He  surveyed the class whilst resting on the upright cane  like an insatiable lover,
He wrote on the board "DES DANGEREUX HOMMES VIENNENT"
Translate! ,He said and the evil  marker started flying around ... When the marker touched you , you'd step forward and write the answer on the board.

It wasn't easy😂 ... you'd be stuck there in front the class, glancing over your shoulders for the slightest sign of help which wasn't forthcoming☹️.
After about 20 minutes and 13 people  couldn't answer the question, he looked at my side of the class and  hearts started beating louder😂
He looked up at us and the marker flew and landed effortlessly on my lap💔....it was a perfect trajectory, even Jordan would've clapped .
I decided to wait for confirmation so I pushed the marker  slightly and it fell .... I looked up realized he was pointing at me with his cane .. That was the "coup de grace".😢
Instantly,   i knew i was going to wash 64 pots of garri and soup for 2 days.  
"DES DANGEREUX HOMMES VIENNENT!" turned out to mean DANGEROUS MEN ARE COMING!!!

©Ren2020

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