Life On The Line Chapter 1

TITLE:                LIFE ON THE LINE                   CHAPTER ONE . (THE DAWN). Life in the campus was nothing but one with mixed feelings. The good days were there for me to lean on at my leisure, while the bad ones left sore in my throats. Was is the threat of choice and freedom from the gangs who classified themselves as the alpha and omega of us all, or the illegal and unlawful impositions from the lecturers and most annoying hike in our tuitions by the school authorities... there were many of such to remember for years to come. Although,those mixed acts were not unexpected as my father did foretold me of their comings, but some of them were beyond my handling. As days went by, months kept running like the wheel of a moving train, years were burnt out like candle wax and all things, excluding my unexpected, went as nature planned them. My face was captured by every single eye in my department,my name was on every tongue and so the platonic love of my forms for me knew no bound. Though my hardworking spirit and selflessness earned me my mates regard. But I never allow all these into my head. I was always the humble and easy-going guy they knew. "Bigheart!!!", i remember that was how they called me back in the days. All my form mates were my close colleagues, some of them were friends but only Dare,that I fondly called “Carson” due to his love and unending passion for a book titled” Think Big” by Benjamin Carson, was my bosom. We knew and understand each other quite well because we were mentored through same system of ideology. Though, our turn-offs and turn-ons had both similarities and differences,perhaps those defined our uniqueness. Just like closing and opening my lids, I was in my second to final year in school. I couldn’t thank myself enough for riding through many challenges and dream-killing obstacles. Verily, I knew had my destiny in my palms. Being the architect of bridging my dreams and reality was not far from my thoughts-filled mind always. I couldn’t thank God Almighty enough. Although, I clearly knew that there were still many huddles to climb and deeper rivers to cross. If there was any personal appraisal I could credit to myself, it would definitely be my spirit of persistency, consistency and un-relentless in the face tyranny.“I need a gal to ride ride, I need a gal to be my wife I need….”, my cell phone rang and it was Carson calling. “We are to report to school auditorium tomorrow by 9 am for teaching practice orientation”, he briefly said and hanged up. I gave a deep sighed. “Wow! Master BH”, I silently whispered in my heart as I look through suit of shirts to pre-determine the match that would kill it all the following day. While rolling my dark coloured pupil, my eyes caught a white shirt with rainbow-colours linings. MY eyes persisted on sailing more through other suits, but my love for this shirt aborted its desire.  I dashed for my Blue coloured Iron which I always keep close to my also painted blue stabiliser. They were both kept side by side with my eleven inches Sony television. In the face of truth,my room was not one of the best of its types. But its simplicity and the proper arrangement of my stuffs was laudable. Most especially the combination of chocolate and cream colours paints that married my walls like Romeo's and Juliet's affection. Feelings of achievement filled my heart. I look at my white circular wall clock and wished its tics could move faster. I couldn’t stop hoping for another break in dawn. The thoughts and imaginations of how my teaching practice days would be left me sleepless and lost in assumptions throughout the night. Scintillating my soul with “let it go” by Stranger, I lost myself to the night and doze off.“Good morning sir”, the senior students of St. James greeted. I was received with a warm reception. The atmosphere was glamouring and self-welcoming. My well pressed shirt tucked into my black Chinese trousers which calmly rested on my black sewade shoe voted some confidence into me.  I was taking round the school compound by one of the teachers-Mr. Ilori. I was taking to the school cafeteria for lunch. The cold strawberry and a pie that were served on my table were appetizing. My throat salivated and awaited the first taste of the cold berry.  “BIgheart!!!”, Carson yelled. My eyes faintly opened and it was all a dream. Glancing at my clock, it was already 8:47 am. I quickly went for the bathroom to wash myself. The bathroom of my hostel was always known for a long queue of students preparing for daily business. But I was lucky that there few people left on the queue to hold for. It wasn’t like normal days when I spent tens of minutes washing myself, i rushed my sponge through my skinny body in lightening speed. While preparing for the Orientation, the memory of my dream tales did not go away too soon as the pixel of those scene bounce through my restless mind like the sun peeping through the window. I dressed in my same dream-code mode. Leaving for school with Carson for Orientation was like a new dawn in my life. My happiness new no bound. I was more than fulfilled and satisfied. Everything in life seemed different from usual. But unfortunately for Carson and myself, Our merriness was cut short by the emergence of Something critical on this fateful day................................... DONT JUST GUESS AT ALL

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