When I went to visit my friend, he told me stories about one of their lecturers that was fond of telling them funny stories.
One day, the man came into the laboratory with a live lizard!After he had cut the poor creature into pieces, he told them to watch him stitch it together!He promised that once he was done, the lizard would start breathing again. That was how he started and ended with the lizard already dead!
To their greatest disbelieve, he ran out from the lab and went towards the medical centre but they didn't follow him. Later when his lecture time was already up, he came back and told them that the agama lizard was responding to treatments but the students, knowing better, held a brief silence for it and went their ways!
Two weeks later, Mr Olugbe Maxwell came into the lab with a plastic lizard and told them that it had come back to life. This story informed me of what kind of person the lecturer must have been. So, I equated him with my master at home!
Oga Okwaji would see his second wife coming with a plate of food and he would run away!When he finally comes out and we asked him why, he would say that he was having a runnibg stomach and had to also start running in order to outrun it.
Later, we the boys would be asked to eat the food but I never liked it either. My mother would always tell me of how some people would go to work and leave their tools at home but such a thing never happened to me because I had a toolbox which made the Headmaster of Omule Community Primary School to make references to me while speaking to his pupils on how a dilligent worksman should look like. Unknown to him, I also used rope to tie my pair of trousers while the pair of socks gave their shines.
When my aunt came back, she took me out for sight seeing and I saw a lot of places that I never knew existed!In Afor Igwe alone, I saw a lot of peacocks, swans and other birds with beautiful feathers at a zoological zone before we went home.
That day, I briefly bent down my head and told God to make me a nice man!
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