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Shadows of the Green - Season 1 - Episode 2
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Goriola got to the hostel in evening looking so
exhausted, he arranged his locker, brought out
the small stove he brought from home and
cooked noodles, Kenneth came in as he was
eating, Kenneth was a tall guy compared to
Goriola who was short, he was darkskinned
and his look was rugged.

“Who u be?” He asked immediately he entered
the room.

“I am Goriola but you can call me geeboy”
“Na ken I be. Wetin una dey do for this room?”

Ken asked as he joined Goriola, he took a
mouthful spoon of Noodles. “Why this thing
con get salt like this? Na from river u waka
come” he asked swallowing another spoon of
noodles.

“This is my room, I guess you are my new
partner.” Gori said trying to hide his anger.

Kenneth was swallowing his fifth spoon of
noodles while he hardly took two, he knew the
room would be tough coping with Ken.

“Na u b d JJC? Omo, this food no sweet o.”
He said as he stood up, the food had finished.

He dipped his hand into his pocket and
brought out a two hundred naira note.

“Use dis money cook concortion, I dey come
for night.” He dropped the money on the
drawer and left.

“What sort of wahala is this? He didn’t allow
me to eat self. Moreover, any sane person
would know two hundred naira cannot cook
rice.” He soliloquied.


* * * *


Goriola woke up around past four the
following morning, took his bath and prepared
for lectures. He ate the leftover concortion
since Ken never showed up the night before,


he got to school few minutes past six, he went
into his department and copied the
departmental timetable and went into his
departmental hall. He sat down till Ten when
people were coming in twos, he sat
alone,students were trooping in, some were
playing, some jisting while some were looking
in his direction,laughing. Gori was a clumpsy
guy, he was never calm and organised. He was
feeling awkward since most of the students’
attention was on him. He brought out his
bunch of keys and unlock his backpack, the
class roared. He saw everybody’s attention
was on him and he was embarrassed, he
brought out his small jotter and started
writing a poem. Gori was a great poet, he
started writing poems at the age of eight. He
would composed a poem for his
parents,siblings and friends. He was
composing a poem about his “chubby” new
friend, Tiwa.

“Why are you so uncomposed? ” he heard a
lady’s voice.He raised his head to see a light
skinned girl smiling sheepishly at him.

“Hello.” He managed to say.

“You are a new student right?” The girl asked.

“Yes. I resumed yesterday.” He replied as he
continued with his poem.

“I am Promise, you?”
“Goriola.”

“Whao.Do you compose this?” She asked
picking his jotter. She went through the jotter
and was amazed.

“You will make a great poet.”

“Thanks. I want to ask you one question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why are they laughing?” Heasked pointing to
a group of girls. She smiled.

“Your dress-sense is funny, and you padlocked
your school bag.” She said smiling hard. He
was embarrassed, he buried my head in
shame as he remembered Kayode and Tiwa
were laughing when he met them.

“Stop locking your bag, no one will steal your
poems” she said as she collected his Nokia
torchlight phone and typed her number. “Call
me” She said as she left his seat.

It was an hectic day, lectures ended by four,
he roamed about the faculty looking for his
chubby friend. He left for his hostel around
six since his search proved infertiled. He was
disappointed.

His space was in a mess when he got to his
lodge, his clothes littered the floor, his stove
had been misplaced, he saw Ken sleeping on
his bed. He arranged his clothes, returned the
stove to its position then woke ken up.

“Ken,who did this?” He fumed.

“Say wetin? Do wetin?” Ken replied rubbing his
eyes with his hands.

“Who disorganised my space?”
“Gori, na u? Na God go punish ur mama! I giv
u money say make u cook… U con chop am
finish con here dey talk rubbish?you craze?”
Ken cursed angrily.

“How do you expect me to cook with two
hundred naira?” Gori asked.

“Dem swear for u? Dis boy don sick o!” Ken
said clapping his hands.

“Oh oh oh!you won dey form jagaban so tay u
don enter skul like dat, shey?you no dey look
face? When I enter this school, na JSS 2 u go
still dey o… Na u wan con dey form
Superman, u beta take time” ken expressed.

“I actually cooked rice yesterday but you were
not around, I ate the leftover this morning.”
Gori explained
“U beta go cook concortion” ken commanded.

“How can I Cook concortion with two hundred
naira?

” I no day u geh rice, use d money buy pepper
and oil”he left the room immediately.

The rest of the week was uneventful as the
search for Gori’s chubby lady proved abortive.

On Friday, Gori was in the departmental Hall
waiting for the arrival of the lecturer when
Promise came around.

“Gori.” She called out his name as she sat on
the tabke facing him.

“Promise, good morning.” He said grinning.
“Your dressing make sense today, keep it up.”

She commended. Gori was wearing a cream
buba and soro with a cream cap, it was a
Friday so he needed to dressed like a Yoruba
man or so he thought. Promise, on the other
hand was putting on an Ankara short gown,
her hair packed in a twist, she was a pretty
girl and it was Gori’s first time of checking her
out
“Are you going to your in-laws house?” A guy
asked from the backseat and everyone around
laughed. Gori was embarrassed, he could not
take it anymore, so he left his bag and went
outside, he saw one big tree right in front of
their classroom and sat under, he preferred
being alone than being laughed with by his
colleagues.

“I am sorry.” The guy who made jest of him
was standing directly in front of him. Gori
chuckled and told the guy it was nothing that
he came outside because he was bored.

“Don’t you have friends?” The guy asked. Gori
told him his only friend was Promise, the girl
in their class.

“Well, I am Anthony but you can call me Tony,
I am from Enugu State” the guy said sitting
close to him.

“I’m Gori from Akoko in Ondo state.” He
replied.

“Will you be my friend?”Tony asked.
” I don’t have friends around, I will like to be
your friend, Tony. ” he replied. They started
their friendship that Friday,exchanged contact
and address. Tony promised to check him in
the hostel on Saturday. He told Tony he would
preferred coming to Tony’s hostel instead.

They attended lectures together and departed.

Gori left home early on Saturday morning as
Ken had decided to show him hell. He was
never enjoying the room as Ken had turned
him into a slave who did dishes, cooked,
washed and other. Ken was bullying him and
he would steal from his wallet sometimes. He
arrived at Tony’s hostel around seven thirty in
the morning and when Tony opened the door,
he was shocked to see him that early
morning.

“What happened? Why are you here so early?”

Tony questioned as he led him into his space.

He met a young fair guy laying on the other
bed,greetedhim but he never responded.

“Your room is lovely” Gori commented as he
sat down on the Bed, he narrated what was
going on between him and Ken to Tony.

“Wetin be im name” the young guy layingdiwn
asked in a n hoarse voice . Gori was terrified,
how could a young guy abruptly an under
twenty young boy possessed such a husky
voice. He noticed the guy sat up and
marvelled at his handsomeness, his body was
filled with different tattoos and he had
piercings on his nose and ears.He carried a
rough dreaded hair that was shaped into a
punk.

“No b u I dey follow yarn?” The guy asked
again.

“His name is Ken, Kenneth.” He replied
“I b Don, Bills d Don, na me be the only don
dey dey control d dons even elder d don” the
guy introduced himself. Gori gaze was fixed
on the guy tattoos.

“U know wetin, let’s be friends” the guy said.

He dipped his hands into his back pocket and
brought out fifteen one thousand naira notes.

“Go use this buy clothes and shoes, I go see u
later.” He said and went out. Gori gave Tony
an askance look as he was yet to understood
what was going on. How could a sane man
give out fifteen thousand, a student for that
matter.

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