The Preacher Son

Episode 19

‘Who stole some things in our bag’ was the words i heard from jss2a class.

‘So this seniors no even know me sef’ i smiled
Finally the entered into our class and the sight of five John Cena muscles seniors wiped every trace of smile on my lips.

‘Who was the miscreant that stole our properties’ the tallest senior questioned.
I was now wondering when book, biro and mangoes became properties but i dared not say it.

‘I said who took our properties from our bags’ the thunder voice jolted me from my thoughts.

‘Senior which kind property be th..’ a slap was handed down to the student before he finished talking.

‘So all of you are refusing to talk abi, ok watch and see’.

What he brought out from his pocket made us jolt with horror, it was a stick-like stuff tied with red and black cloth with a chicken feather tied on top.
‘Senior i wan go piss’ i shouted with my legs shaking and my teeth gritting.

‘Sit down there my friend before i break your blokus’ another macho senior shouted.
‘Una see this juju una go swear and if na you carry am you go turn to goat now now’ the senior threatened.

I had never sworn in my life because my dad told us it was not good so i felt like disappearing because i would still turn to a goat that day or so i tot.

‘Senior please na, no be us’ students cried from different corners of the classroom.

‘Sharap my friend, do we look like we are joking’ the seniors threatened.

I sat like a prisoner of war waiting to be sentenced.

‘Starting from here, you start hold this thing and say, if na me steal una thing, make i turn to goat’ a senior said while giving to the boy.
I had to think fast in order to prevent turning into a goat but my head was empty of ideas. Finally i got to my turn and i was as pale as a dead man.
‘oya its your turn, take this thing and swear’
‘Why you no sabi swear’
‘Na because my father na pastor’
‘Ow so pastor pikin no dey steal abi’
‘Yes i don baptise, i be born again’
‘Tunde, no be this boy been fall from tree that day’ the most quiet senior touch another of his friend.

‘Na true o, see im eye wey bee bite am’ Tunde replied back.

Before i could say C.Ronaldo a stinging slap sounded on my face that increased its velocity.
‘So you were the one that packed our biros and mangoes…and even my test book’ one of them added a lie that made me defend myself.
‘Senior na me plug that mango na and i no carry any body textbook’ Another slap landed on my temple before i could finish.
I was partially deaf and blind and i lost control of my speech except the crying aspect.
‘When we are through with you, your father would not know you again’

They took me by the ear(maybe thats why my ear big sha) and dragged be to their class.
‘Stop there’ a voice i had already saved in my brain memory card froze us all and i was dropped like a bag of egushi on the ground.
‘What is the problem’ aunty PHE came to my side with a long menacing koboko.
‘Ma..em..he em stole our..our..things’ the macho senior had suddenly turned into an imbecile victim.
‘So na so this woman dey make senior fear sef’ i taught with a little confidence budding in me.
‘How did he steal your things and how did you catch him’
That did the trick because all the senior where fidegting in fear while i layed on the ground smiling like a Christmas chicken.
‘Am talking to you guys’
None of them could answer until she saw the red stuff hanging out of one of the senior’s pocket and she took it out.

‘So tell me which of you father is a native doctor’ she said angrily, by then i was laughing like jerry the mouse in my mind while sitting on comfortable first class mattrass (grass and sand) and watching the show.

All of them stood like status and pointing each other to first talk, finally one got a little courage and spoke.

‘Ma its not a charm, we only brought it to act drama, actually its a corn cob we wrapped’
That statement pricked me in my mind and i was enraged and spoke the words that nail my coffin.
‘Aunty na lie, them