THE TIMOROUS NIGHT - Odede TObi Samuel (Continuation)
Instead,
it was the sound of
jogging legs which
enthralled and
gimmicked me from
what I was doing. The
jogging legs were like
those of the jotunheim.
They are most
compared to revered
soldiers training ahead a
military battle. The next
thing I heard was a loud
bang on our window.
The sound was a pitch
high as the woody-
window was
tremendously banged
at then followed by a
lady's sotto vocce voice.
The lady had gently
whispered the chanting
of one my roommates'
name.
"Shilo! Shilo!!" she called
as that was one of my
roommates' name.
"Open the door for me"
she added but now in a
loud cacophony.
I checked the time and
it was already 11:06pm.
Immediately, I became
cower, bewildered,
perplexed, tumultuous,
baffled, timid, panic and
tremulous. I refused to
mutter a single word as
I was afraid given the
sparseness of our area
especially at such odd
hour of the day.
`
I began to think who
the bearer could be.
Whilst still ruminating
on it, I remained glued
to my seat without
moving an inch with
heartbeat rising high
every seconds in
counting. The bearer
didn't receive any
response so she moved
to the next room's
window and yet again,
she banged on it. The
owner of the room
responded immediately.
"Who's there?" The
fresh student owner of
the room inquired. She
was a she. A female.
she doesn't know the
troubles robbers and
pilferers used to give to
the Ilaro society. Had
she been a returning
student, she couldn't
have been so eager to
know who the bearer
was especially at that
odd hour of the day.
"It's me. I'm the owner
of the room beside
yours. Please open the
door for me." the bearer
answered. Then the
inquirer did open the
door but before she did
I was jolted back from
my reverie. Swiftly, I
deciphered the voice. It
was Mummy X as we'd
always called her. She
had gone for her
National Youth Service
Corps [NYSC] upon
completion of her Higher
National Diploma [HND]
since July 2014. She was
someone that is open-
minded, kind, humane,
generous and
magnanimous. But this
was not her first time
of coming home
belatedly on her several
travels. It had infact
became her cut-and-
dried, quotidian, rife,
run-off-the-hill and
white-breaded part of
her. She was a tetchy,
highly-strung,
hotchpotch cum hodge-
podge person. Beautiful
light complexioned lady
with sparking SanMel
soprano voice, but there
was problem with her
obstinate way of living.
She doesn't go with the
Yoruba paradigm neither
did she obey the long-
standing proverb: 'Eniti
abire kan, kii rin'ru'.
I couldn't continue
surfing the internet
again and so I finally
succumbed to mother
nature. I joined my
colleagues in the
sleeping league after a
metted fright enclosed
night.
it was the sound of
jogging legs which
enthralled and
gimmicked me from
what I was doing. The
jogging legs were like
those of the jotunheim.
They are most
compared to revered
soldiers training ahead a
military battle. The next
thing I heard was a loud
bang on our window.
The sound was a pitch
high as the woody-
window was
tremendously banged
at then followed by a
lady's sotto vocce voice.
The lady had gently
whispered the chanting
of one my roommates'
name.
"Shilo! Shilo!!" she called
as that was one of my
roommates' name.
"Open the door for me"
she added but now in a
loud cacophony.
I checked the time and
it was already 11:06pm.
Immediately, I became
cower, bewildered,
perplexed, tumultuous,
baffled, timid, panic and
tremulous. I refused to
mutter a single word as
I was afraid given the
sparseness of our area
especially at such odd
hour of the day.
`
I began to think who
the bearer could be.
Whilst still ruminating
on it, I remained glued
to my seat without
moving an inch with
heartbeat rising high
every seconds in
counting. The bearer
didn't receive any
response so she moved
to the next room's
window and yet again,
she banged on it. The
owner of the room
responded immediately.
"Who's there?" The
fresh student owner of
the room inquired. She
was a she. A female.
she doesn't know the
troubles robbers and
pilferers used to give to
the Ilaro society. Had
she been a returning
student, she couldn't
have been so eager to
know who the bearer
was especially at that
odd hour of the day.
"It's me. I'm the owner
of the room beside
yours. Please open the
door for me." the bearer
answered. Then the
inquirer did open the
door but before she did
I was jolted back from
my reverie. Swiftly, I
deciphered the voice. It
was Mummy X as we'd
always called her. She
had gone for her
National Youth Service
Corps [NYSC] upon
completion of her Higher
National Diploma [HND]
since July 2014. She was
someone that is open-
minded, kind, humane,
generous and
magnanimous. But this
was not her first time
of coming home
belatedly on her several
travels. It had infact
became her cut-and-
dried, quotidian, rife,
run-off-the-hill and
white-breaded part of
her. She was a tetchy,
highly-strung,
hotchpotch cum hodge-
podge person. Beautiful
light complexioned lady
with sparking SanMel
soprano voice, but there
was problem with her
obstinate way of living.
She doesn't go with the
Yoruba paradigm neither
did she obey the long-
standing proverb: 'Eniti
abire kan, kii rin'ru'.
I couldn't continue
surfing the internet
again and so I finally
succumbed to mother
nature. I joined my
colleagues in the
sleeping league after a
metted fright enclosed
night.
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