Chapter 4

It was a sunny Thursday in the last week of summer coaching when the bell was rung for emergency assembly.
This was weird and unusual because we didn’t even have normal assemblies during holiday coaching much more emergency assemblies.

So what could have happened this time?

The students of RPHS both junior and senior assembled under the sun on the wide field in front of the staffroom. Despite the teachers attempt to reduce the noises amongst the junior students, they still didn’t stop making noise. Who were they even going to pick in over three hundred junior students?

Royal Priesthood high school was a Christian school that had over six hundred students, it was one of the few private schools that had a lot of students in her school.

There was even a rumour outside school that our Proprietor was a ritualist and that was the reason why he had lots of students but Apostle David Azubike was actually a popular Nigerian Igbo pastor whose church was well known because of the miracles he performed.

He even had his own channel on DSTV.He also owned a primary school and a university, the man was one of the richest men in Nigeria.

Before you start thinking of my school as one of those rich schools, it isn’t. It is a private school but also cheap enough to be afforded by an average Nigerian Family. My school also produced the best students in WAEC and even JAMB.

Despite all these good qualities in RPHS, we got lots of drama each day, the students were bad and they pollute the school on a regular basis.

But isn’t that found in most schools?

“Amy, what did your friend do?” Ugoma asked behind me.

“Which of my friends?!” I asked as if I had a lot of friends.

“How many friends do you have? I’m talking about Eniola now, why is she standing in front of the assembly?” Ugoma asked again, this time pointing at Enny whose head was bowed down in shame in front of the assembly.

Eh, what is happening? What has Enny done?

“What did she do now?!” Ugoma pestered thus getting on my last nerve.

“I don’t know too, ah! You can see that am as surprised as you are!”I snapped at her.She asked for it, she liked asking stupid questions.

The Principal, Mr Ibrahim, climbed the podium holding his cane as usual. Mr Ibrahim was a very disciplined and strict married man whose beating was always so severe and unforgettable, if you ever do something wrong, just beg the teacher not to allow it to get to the principal because if it does, ehn, you are finished.

The last time he laid that cane of his on my buttocks, I could swear that I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, it was as if I went to heaven and came back.

Mr Ibrahim was a dark tall skinny man whose shoe always looked like a crocodile. His shirts were always oversize and his trousers always looked as if they might fall even with the help of his belt.He cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt like he normally does before he starts his useless talks…