It was a good feeling. A feeling like that of arriving at the summit of a mountain. It felt like he had just scaled the and overcome all the obstacles that mount Everest could offer. Chislow had finally arrived in Unilag. He was awed by the gates of education. He was impressed by the sight of the School Chapel. The Mosque was something to behold. It wasn’t the beauty of these sights that made him feel awed. It was the simple knowledge that he was in Unilag the greatest. Two years in Krikiri Maximum prisons cannot and will not change his opinion that Unilag is the greatest. He was all fired up and excited about everything that he saw. He was floating on cloud 9. Slowly, the taxi he was in came to a halt. The taxi had just joined the famous Unilag traffic. Chislow was unperturbed. He waited in the taxi. The hold up was’t in a hurry it self. It seemed like today’s traffic was specially designed for him. He waited. There was no hurry at all. That was how the waiting continued. He most have dosed off because the next thing he could remember was looking out through the window of the taxi and seeing what must have been a replay of the Ten Commandments where the Children of Israel had to walk on foot across the Red Sea. There they were : students without a choice or say in the matter. Students without a voice. He felt sorry for such helpless students as these. Poor students, they must be walking because they can not afford to own a car, I’ve got to bring Mummy’s BM (BMW) all the time he said to himself. This school needs some spicing up and I am the one to provide it. He watched for while. Poor, poor students he thought. By now, his vehicle had come close enough for him to notice the cause of the traffic. He saw ‘the men in blue’ and some plain clothes men in front of a barrier. They were checking all cars coming to the school. He noticed that students were being turned away in their cars. What am I going to do? His brain went to top gear. He just could not join this helpless masses and walk. Now he knew that it wasn’t that they were walking because they could not afford to own a car. Hello boy, who are you and where are you headed to? The question came from a mean looking security man. I am Bode Oye –Ibidapo. My father, the VC is expecting me. I am just returning from a trip. Hmmnn. Sharap! You are a liar. Me? You dare to insult me? You, an Ibidapo? You think the man did not do family planning and just went around town giving birth to ugly children like you? You dare to insult my father? You are going to lose your job today. Better start saying goodbye to your fellow workers, because my father is going to hear about it. At that moment, Chislow’s phone started to ring. He ignored it My friend, you better clear ou with this taxi. Mr. Taxi man, the security man said, addressing the driver of the taxi, you better move out of this place before I impound your car. Chislow’s phone rang again. Hello, yes daddy! I am around but one silly security man is harassing me and raining insults on you. His name? Let me take a look at his name tag. With that Chislow turned his head around and tried to take a look at the security man’s name tag. The security man was now having second thoughts. He was definitely feeling uncomfortable. Now young man, you know the nature of the job. No need to take any thing personal. We have to make sure every claim is proven, he said, as he tried to use his hand and cover his name tag. Daddy, his name is Bosu … Hey, clear the road for VC’s boy. The security man shouted over to his colleague who was directly behind the barricade. Three hearty cheers for Ibidapo! The security man screamed. Hip hip hip hu… Chislow did not hear the rest as the taxi had already driven through the barrier. What nonsense were you saying? It was Tara’s voice. She was the person who had called Chislow. I hope you are not up to any of your usual tricks? Men, Tara you just saved my neck. You must be an inspired sister to have called when you did. You had better… Tara was about to say something when Chislow cut her off. Hello. Hello. Tara. Tara. I can’t hear you. The Network must be bad, he said, as he cut off the call and promptly switched off his phone. He wasn,t ready for any sermon from his big sister. He was already regretting why he excitedly told her she was an inspired sister. I will be more careful he promised himself.

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