Life and a Sixteen-Year-Old by Lemuel Irabor #LAASYO 18 Sept.
18-Sept. Wednesday 'Oti M.' 'Present!',I exclaimed in riposte. Oh!Did I forget to mention that my surname is Oti.Heh-Heh. Anyway,our Principal's been getting reports that some final year students skip out of school during lunch. So he comes around with this big book and makes a role call every fifth period.He doesn't even do it in alphabetical order:he does it according to seating arrangement. 'Etuk J.' No answer. What the ...? I look beside me and notice Joe's not there. Sheesh,I didn't even notice. Some friend I am.. 'Etuk J.' Again,no rep- 'I'm hh..hhere,Sir.',Joe stuttered as he ran in,breathing hard. Mr Abdullateef,the Geography teacher(We had Geography for 5th today) said in his most sanctimonious manner,'Young Man,where are you coming from?' It sounded more like a command than a question. Everyone hates..er,really dislikes Mr Abdullateef.He's so self-righteous and...