Renegadetalks

OLISAEMEKA! I don't quite remember whether it was the sound of the crowing chickens or the desperate bleats of the ever hungry goats in the pen that woke me up that morning.       I opened my bloodshot eyes and stretched like a flying bird, clearly starved of sleep ,I had slept for just an hour or so.  Whoever made history the first paper in the Senior School Certificate Examination deserved death by flogging with a peppered cane.       I had read all through the night to the wee hours of the morning, the molten candle wax trickling all the way from the top of the locker to the cracked floor,a white evidence.          I and my friend Olisa were the only candidates that offered history from St Patrick's.             Widespread  complaints about the collosal history notes, hatred for Mr Iwuchukwu our history teacher and the legend that it was impossible to pass history in the SSCE had gener...

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 perfu...