Boarding Tales ~ Episode XIV (Bosola’s Confessions)



“Madness! That’s what this whole business had to be.” I said a bit loud to myself after leaving Yewande’s bunk. I listened to the peal of the breakfast bell as it rang for the last time. I wasn’t hungry at all or better still I had no appetite for food. I wondered if that was part of the effects of becoming a witch.

I was beyond angry, I felt betrayed and manipulated. I had thought Yewande had made friends with me because she really wanted to. I really wanted to make her pay but I couldn’t think of anything that could be done, I was too worried about the implications of being a witch.

There were a lot of things I still didn’t understand about the dream I had and the woman I saw. I was sure Yewande could shed more light but I was determined not to talk to her. Not in this life or the after I hissed holding back tears.


It should have been just a dream, that’s what I had expected it to be.  Why else would I have been washing the back of a strange woman at a stream?   It was supposed to be a mere dream, fearful but meaningless. The first unusual thing about the dream was that it had started and ended with the woman saying “Don’t be deceived, this is not a dream.”

There had been two Hyenas lying down on the grass behind the stream. She had talked about Wheat and how I was supposed to spread the grains once a week.She had smelled of musk and sandalwood; a smell that even in the dream had reminded me of the incense that Mom sometimes burns. My horror started when after I woke up, the smell of musk and sandalwood pervaded the whole room.

How could what should be a dream not be a dream? The question that kept ringing in my head up until the time Yewande called me to her bunk and broke the news to me. I had felt shock at first but understanding had followed. It was certain. My worst fear was confirmed. Bosola was now a witch.

I spent half of that Sunday thinking about the woman, wheat grains and Hyenas. A part of me thought about how it could be a blessing in part. I would be able to punish Slappy. Perhaps turn her into a mouse. I laughed at that loving the idea. I discarded the thought after reminding myself that I had no wish to be a witch. So what’s the way out? I asked myself. Later that day, an idea formed in my mind; something that could only be executed after the masquerade festival.


The day our parents and our accusers were to come, I dressed up as early as 5.00 am in readiness. Yewande woke up later than usual, perhaps because she knew she wasn’t going to be attending the class. I watched as she packed her bags and emptied her wardrobe. She gave her provisions away and I watched in disbelief as everyone scrambled to get some even the ones who had accused her of being a witch also collected. Aren’t they scared? I thought

I attended the morning assembly while Yewande stayed in the room. I would have advised her to attend if we were still talking. But since I was still very angry with her, I hadn’t been talking to her. It seemed she had noticed and had also stopped all forms of interactions with me.

I wasn’t afraid any longer. I was ready to face the guys. Their books and the money were even in my backpack, I intended to return to them and apologise. I knew this might spell trouble for me but for my plan to work out, I had to make my own conscience clear


I couldn’t concentrate in the class; I had never been able to. Even without the burden in my heart I wouldn’t have understood a word.

It was further mathematics; a subject I believed was for the heavenly beings. The best score I ever got in mathematics was 56 so I wondered how anyone would expect me to grasp further mathematics. What’s my business with dy dx for heaven’s sake? That was the question I had almost asked the teacher once when he told me to find the dy dx of a particular mathematical problem. I had thought better and to avoid problems simply told him I don’t know. It had never bothered me to be called a dullard, not then, not ever.

I tried to drown out the teacher’s voice with my thoughts but somehow it kept creeping in. I checked my watch amazed at how much time was gone already.

Where were my parents and the guys? I wondered. I was still thinking of this when someone walked into the class. I looked up immediately and met Toluse’s eyes as soon as I did. I wondered why he could turn cold so suddenly. A thought crossed my mind making me smile wryly. I looked intently at him as he spoke to the teacher and I noticed he was trying to change his posture every second. It seemed as though he could tell my eyes were on him. I knew getting Toluse back wouldn’t be an issue if I was interested. The teacher motioned for me to follow Toluse and heaving a sigh of relief I did.

We didn’t say a word to each other throughout our walk to the principal’s office. He entered his office with me and I wondered why he felt the need to do so.


Yewande was seated with a woman who I presumed must be her mother. She reeked of wealth and class. She seemed angry but for some reason it looked like her anger wasn’t really meant for her daughter. I spotted mum and dad next; there was no emotion in their eyes. It wasn’t as if I was expecting them to be overjoyed at seeing me but I expected to see anger or disgust. The two guys we had met in the university were also seated on the left. It could have been a courtroom of some sorts with the pissed looking principal as the judge and Mr Adisa with the no nonsense look plastered on his face as the prosecuting lawyer. The only thing that would have been wrong with that court was that there were no defence lawyers.

The principal cleared his throat.

“Ahem….it’s good that the second odaran is here now. You girls have both had one week since this incident happened and none of you still deemed it fit to confess. I am very ashamed of you girls and more importantly of the disrepute that you have both brought this school into. You have shamed me and the decent teachers and students of this school. For this reason we have decided to punish you both. Yewande is a serial offender and although I hate to disappoint her Mom I am going to have to send her out of my school his time around.”

I glanced at Yewande and saw that she could as well have been a thousand miles away.

“As for Bosola,” the principal continued. “She would have to go on three weeks suspension.”

I heard my mum gasp mumbling Jesus.

“It’s painful to me that you girls have not confessed to stealing the properties of these gentle men. Since you have refused to own up to it, I would have no choice than to pay for their loss.”

“Sir, there will be no need for that.” I said

“I took those items and I’m ready to return them.”

“Bosola you did what?” My Mom screamed. “Lord have mercy, are you also a thief now?”

“Calm down woman”, my dad said. She looked at him and nodding her head she sat down.

“Sir,” I continued. “Before I return those items to them I would like to say here now before everyone and my parents that I do not wish to remain in this school.”

“What!!! Yewande screamed startling everyone. Bosola how dare you say that, have you forgotten Iye’s mandate?”

“I don’t care.”

“You have to!”

“You ladies should wait a minute, who and what is Iye?” The principal said

“Sir, that’s where I intend to go next, there is a lot to talk about sir and I’m glad we have our parents here and these two outsiders too. You have been living in a fool’s paradise sir. Today I’m ready to tell all.”

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Boarding Tales (Episode VIII)



“How exactly will this still work out Yewande” I whispered as the voice of the principal droned on and on. The plan had seemed simple and perfect, we leave the school seperately and meet in the village car park but somehow everything had seemed to be against our going. The principal had decided to pay one of his rare visits to the school and the teachers, cooks, gatemen and prefects had alll suddenly remembered their responsibilities.

Yewande and I were dismayed but there was basically nothing we could do. Our chance finally came when the principal left at around 5.30 that Saturday and the school went back to the chaos it normally was. I went to yewande’s bunk and asked if we could fix it for the next weekend.

”Aren’t you going again?” She asked

”We are still going?”

”Yes now, the school is not far at all and we’ll still get a bus going to the town if we hurry.”

”I don’t think I’m okay with that oo it’s late” I said watching as she folded a jean in a way that when she was done it was no bigger than a wallet.  She did the same thing to a top and I watched on trying to decide whether to follow her or not. She ignored me and I watched her lie on the bed, cover herself with a wrapper. I watched curiously , I couldn’t see her hands but I could sense that her hands were busy under the wrapper. I quickly dashed to my bed deciding finally to take the chance. I wrapped a soft chffon dress the same way I saw her did her blouse. I laid on my bed and covered myself the way she did. I slipped the chiffon into my pant, stood up and saw that she was gone.

I gave her a few more minutes and left the hostel. I changed in the bath room and took the foothpath between the two rocks at the back of the female hostel. By 6.30 pm we had left the village park. A part of me was scared wondering if I knew what I was doing.


I wanted to lie on the floor and cry, we were in serious trouble and I could see evenYewande was confused on what the next line of action should be. We had gotten to the school gate at bout 7.15 pm. Yeande said her boyfriend lived near the school gate and we had set for the place and that was when we got the shock of our lives.

The door of the room was locked and upon asking the neighbours we were told he had travelled. I’m dead I thought as soon as I heard it.

Can we still get a bus back to the village? I asked in a shaky voice

“No, they close by 7”

“So Yewande what are we going to do? Are we going to continue walking aimlessly around this school?”

“Now that you mentioned it, I think that’s a good idea.” she replied.

“We can look for a guy that looks nice enough, explain our situation to him and see if he can help us.”

“Ah, Yewande. Why dont we look for a girl instead?”

“Girl? for where? you dont know that we girls are always uncaring towards one another? No girl will take us in ooo, if they suspect we are secondary school students they can even go and report us.”

“Ok then.'” I replied shrugging

We decided to seat on a cement bench in the school park. it was Yewande’s idea, she wanted me to sit while she walked around to see if she could find someone to help.

I was shaking from fear and for the first time in my life I started praying for help. The sky was already dark and the only source of light was the dim bulbs of the street lights.

I must have slept off at some point because I felt Yewande tapping me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and quickly glanced at my watch “7.50 pm” I gasped.

“Tinuke meet Sylvester”

I looked at her confused but quickly understood when she winked at me.

“Good evening Sylvester” I said

“Sylvester like I told you earlier my name is Kemi and we need your help.”

“No problem ladies, its my pleasure. Our flat is big enough and I’m sure my flat mate won’t mind having you beautiful ladies spend the night with us.”

Yewande drew me up and we followed the guy out of the school.


Sylvester’s friend had welcomed us warmly after he had spoken to his friend for about just a minute. He had a broad grin on his face and he introduced himself as Kolade, he asked me to follow him and I realised at that point how we were going to pay for the night’s accomodation. I certainly wasn’t bothered, that was what I wanted anyway. Meet a guy, spend the night and whatever came with that was fine by me. I said goodbye to Yewande and followed Kolade into his room.

It wasn’t as grand as what had been on my mind. The carpet was torn in some places, the bed spread was kind of dirty, the television in the room had also gathered some dust but still I couldn’t complain.

“So what do you want to eat?” “If you guys had come earlier we would have taken you out.”

“No problem” I said thinking if we had come earlier we would be with Yewande’s cool boyfriend the one that had a lovely room where we would have had so much fun.

“I’m not hungry” I lied

“I’m sure you are, I can quickly get some suya own the road if you dont mind.”

“Okay I will take Suya.”

He left the room and a few minutes later Yewande came in.

“So how is Sylvester’s room?”

“Is it as bad as this or better?”

“it’s better than this ooo, it’s really cool”

The guys came back not long after and Yewande went back to Sylvester’s room.

We spent that night with them and I woke up the next morning dissapointed and angry, it wasn’t like Yewande had made me believe. I still didn’t get an experience close to what I get with Demo. In fact Toluse was better than Kolade. I was irritated and wanted to get back to the school quickly, I wanted to see Toluse and wipe out the memory of Kolade from my mind. We left for the village with the first Bus that moved at 7.

We entered the dormitory seperately and it was as if no one noticed that we had left the school. I heaved a huge sigh of relief confident that we had gotten away with our escapade. I couldn’t be more wrong and that became clear when the sound of a bell ringing suddenly rent the air. Mr Adisa’s voice resonated loudly calling out for Bosola Adesegun and Yewande Olutola.

……to be continued

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