Boarding Tales (Episode IV)


I brought down my dress, sighing. I wasn’t in the mood for a fight; I just wanted to clean up, eat and sleep.

“Where is the water I asked you to fetch?” She bellowed waking up the other three occupants of the room.

“Senior Toluse asked someone to bring it to the hostel for you”, I replied calmly my back still against the wall. She was holding the front of my dress in a tight grip and I thought of how easily the dress could be ripped.

“I sent you and not anybody else and I want you to produce that water now along with an explanation on why I sent you somewhere since 6.30 am and you are just getting back at 11 am’’. Her face suddenly tightened in a frown as if something occurred to her and then she said:

“No problem, you can continue with what you were doing.”

I was confused, wondering why she would change her mind so quickly. I however heaved a sigh of relief that she left, I quickly removed my dress, wrapped my towel around me and carried my bucket of water to go to the bathroom, I glanced at Slappy’s corner and saw she was lying down, holding a book in her hand, she looked too calm and I was puzzled, wondering what plans might be brewing in her mind.


The bathroom was at the back of the hostel, it was a more of an excuse for a bathroom. It was made of iron sheets and the door was also made of iron sheets and planks. It had no roof but was high enough to prevent prying eyes. I entered the bathroom and almost puked. The floor was not cemented but was laid with gravel. Somehow the water wasn’t flowing well so the floor was water logged. The place was also dirty with used soaps, sponges and soap wrappers littering the floor. I spotted a plank and used it as a stand. I draped my towel on the bathroom wall and that was when I noticed the rock; the one behind the hostel. I hissed upon seeing it wondering why they had bothered to make the bathroom walls high. It would be easy for any boy who wanted to have a view of naked girls to see to his heart’s content. All he or they needed to do was climb the rock and to make matters worse, there were enough brushes and shrubs to hide behind. I took my bath hurriedly determined to return to the hostel, dress up and leave before Slappy’s friends got back from the fellowship.

It was when I finished my bath that I realised what Slappy had been planning all along. I turned around to pick my towel and behold, it was no where to be found. The first emotion was anger and then fear; anger that Slappy would be so cruel and fear that I might have to stay in the smelling bathroom until someone comes there by chance. I was reluctant to stay there since I wasn’t sure what Slappy’s plans were, I imagined her bringing a whip and chasing me around the school naked. I shuddered at the thought and finally decided to venture out of the bathroom and look around. I walked out glancing furtively around; I saw the cloth drying line but was disappointed to see it empty. I was about to walk back to the bathroom and wait for whatever Slappy planned when I saw it; a towel that had become a rag, it was very dirty but thankfully dry. I shook the dirt out, wrapped the towel around me making sure it was far away from my skin as was possible.

I was scared of going back to the hostel but I knew I had to and so I went back. I entered the room and glanced at Slappy’s bed, it was empty. I dashed to my bunk, opened my box and brought out my house wear and the backpack that contained my toiletries. I gathered both in my hands and ran out of the room. I went to the classroom block closest to the hostel and sat in a corner where no one could spot me from the hostel. I had just worn my hostel wear when I started hearing voices in front of the female hostel.  I closed the nearest wooden window and peeped through a small hole in the window. The scene I saw would have been funny if it didn’t have something to do with me.

Slappy was on a raised platform in front of the female hostel ringing a bell, her friends were standing beside her holding canes of diverse lengths. She gestured to one of them to go to the back of the hostel. She rang the bell and asked that all juniors both male and female should report to the front of the female hostel.

I had never been that afraid in my life; I shivered and thanked my stars that I hadn’t waited for too long in the bathroom.

In minutes the front of the hostel was packed full with students both male and female. I watched as Slappy’s friend came back from the backyard of the hostel and whispered into Slappy’s ear. I saw the shocked look on her face. She turned to the students and declared that no one must leave until she gets back.

Immediately she left, I ran to the door of the classroom and bolted it. I also frantically locked all the windows of the class. My heart was thumping wildly. I went back to the small hole in the window and peeped out again, glancing furtively at the door every other minute.

She walked back to the front of the hostel after what had seemed like an eternity and told the students to disperse.

I would have heaved a sigh of relief but I knew the respite wasn’t going to last long. I knew I had to do something fast. “I have to see Toluse; He is the only one to help out of this mess.” I said aloud to myself.

I left the class for lunch when the bell rang.  I saw Toluse immediately I entered; he had a cane in his hands and was standing with some other boys who I guessed must be prefects too. He  kept trying to meet my eyes but I completely ignored him, I was wearing my Sunday wear; a Yellow check dress I had adjusted to fit snugly against my curves, I had undone my cornrows and had combed and oiled my long hair till it shone. I styled it as a half parting framing my face with half of it and had also lined my eyes. I learnt very early to use my looks to get what I want and had never failed to use it to my advantage for as long as I can remember. At Thirteen, I was 1.65 cm tall, very fair complexioned and had features that you would expect an Eighteen year old to have. I was aware of this and I used it.

I ate my food slowly as I was still afraid of going back to the hostel and was hoping Toluse will find a way to talk to me especially since I had made it obvious I wanted to ignore him. I finished my food and was on my way back to the classroom when someone walked up to me and said Toluse wanted to see me.

“Where is he”? I asked

“He is in J.S.S.2 building”

“Please where is that”?

“It’s the building after the Mosque”

I remember seeing the mosque when Dad and I came in on the previous day so I thanked her and left to see Toluse.

It wasn’t hard locating the building, it was directly after the mosque, it was however quite far from the hostel and also secluded, I wondered why he couldn’t meet me in the J.S.S.1 block that was closer to my hostel.

I walked in and saw there were several other couples there, some sitting where the windows should have been, others occupying some of the chairs. There were even some girls sitting on their boyfriend’s laps. “What exactly is this school?” I mused.

Toluse sitting at the far end of the class and he waved at me and smiled as he saw me approach.

“Bosola, bawo ni” “How are you?” his eyes roved over me knowingly as if to remind me he had possessed my body.

“I am fine”, I replied still standing

“Come and sit here” he said, gesturing at the chair beside him

 “So why were you avoiding me at lunch”? He asked wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“I wasn’t”, I said simply

“You were Bosola and you know it, do you want our relationship to be an underG thing?

“What’s underG”?

UnderG is when two people are dating secretly”

“Oh, no! That’s not it, I don’t mind people knowing. In fact I think it’s too late for that”

“Better ooo, because I want the whole school to know.”

“It was true that I avoided you and that’s because your girlfriend gave me a hard time when I got back to the hostel, she almost beat me up and I think she is even planning something with her friends, since I don’t want trouble I decided it was best to stop talking to you and look for another guy who is unattached.”

 “Bosola, I am sorry for any pain Seeke might have caused you, I will sort everything out today”.

“Are we okay now”? He asked nibbling on my ears and moving his hands around my waist.

I sat there unflinching even as he murmured against my ears;

“You are so beautiful, Bosola”

He was still on this when someone shouted Alaye, Alaye and the other occupants of the class began to run out of the class through the back door, some jumped through the window and in seconds we were the only ones left in the class, I wanted to stand up and run too but Toluse held me down. I looked at Toluse quizzically wondering why.

“Don’t worry, sit down”, he said half smiling.

“Why did they run out Toluse because I’m scared oo.”

“”Don’t worry; it’s because of Alaye Olori oko himself.”

“Who is Alaye?” I asked glancing towards the door. I gasped at what I saw, I had my answer and it filled the door way.


photo credit: google images


18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sopheeya
    Mar 11, 2013 @ 06:03:23

    haba,this suspence is too much o,do i av to wait till monday again, job well done.


  2. sopheeya
    Mar 11, 2013 @ 06:05:29

    pls o.


  3. Aje Mofifunoluwa Rosemary
    Mar 11, 2013 @ 09:43:10

    9c juncture 2stop. Makes one eager 4d nxt episode


  4. tyt!
    Mar 11, 2013 @ 11:07:14

    Smh! This story wil take 4ever !!!


  5. Ezitonye Peace
    Mar 11, 2013 @ 19:43:40

    an indepth preview to d heart of a troubled teen.d web thickens.u write so wellll.


  6. olumidefabunmi
    Mar 11, 2013 @ 20:35:59

    Just so proud of yhu….suspence o


  7. jesuseun adeniji-folasire
    Mar 12, 2013 @ 02:37:22

    hmn. what can i say, my lipps are just sealed up. but it reminded me of what life i and u have shared before.. u understand now 😉


    • toyinfabs
      Mar 12, 2013 @ 06:27:58

      I do ooo…like Laitan said ” what a time, what a place and what a people” stories plenty, book sef no go fit take am finish. I’ll just try to share some in these series.


  8. jesuseun adeniji-folasire
    Mar 12, 2013 @ 07:07:08

    pls do, it is an experience it worth sharing than frictions dear sister. the vision,the greatness——– it”s in u


  9. Kenny Ajanius
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 16:06:09

    Can’t just wait to read d continuation! It’s amazing!!


  10. abe temitope
    Mar 18, 2013 @ 13:12:10

    Dis suspence is too much o. Tnx God am justing reading now.


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