THE TIMOROUS NIGHT - Odede TObi Samuel
THE TIMOROUS NIGHT
By Odede TObi Samuel
[Department of
Computer Science,
Federal Polythecnic,
Ilaro]
ND II
****************
.
It was a late friday
night, the 18th of
December, 2015. The
screen had hung down
and the celestial spaces
had become pitch-black
as the glittering and
luminous diamond-like
stars had became
natural adornments
filling the spaces i the
dark sky while winking
at the passengers
underneath them from
the endless arch of
void-black.
`
I was sitting on a chair
with my duo hands on
the table which was
surrounded with array
of books: textbooks
and motivational ones
pioneered by myriad of
authors. My mobile
phone was right by my
side as I constantly
operated it. All my
roommates had slept
already, neighbours
inclusive, those whose
rooms are directly
opposite ours and
others whom are
contiguous to us. Just
like a graveyard, the
rooms and the dark
environment were in
total silence, except for
the sound of birds flying
to-and-fro the
atmosphere plus the
crackling sounds of our
roofing sheets.
"Hoi-hoi" came a sound.
"Paka....paka" came
another. Those are not
a lullaby for a baby.
Instead, they are the
sound produced by our
roofing sheets when
occasionally stunted
upon and banged-at by
traveling windwaves.
`
I was the only one left
awoke that night. And
there definitely was a
reason for that. It was
solely because of the
unexpected practical
reports imposed on us
by one of our lecturers.
It was hectic delving
into the internet with
the quest to getting
the much needed
diagram required to
combat the higgedy-
piggedy practical report,
for all the workshop
exercises were
thoroughly bombarded
with series of drawings.
`
On the matutinal friday,
we finished the first
lecture, an 8-10am
COM213 class which
indicates Common
Business Oriented
Language [COBOL]. It is
an ageing Scientist
Programming Language.
Computer Science
Students and
Information Technology
[IT] experts can all but
decode that. There
again, was another
lecture ahead, a
10-12pm practical class
which was later
postponed as we were
unfortunately not
opportuned to conduct
it. That aside, we still
had another practical
class by 2-4pm the
same day. That meant
we would have had to
wait until it's 2pm.
Suddenly, there came
an uproar. The whole
class herded into
choruses of "Laiye.
Laiye. Laiye, aole duro di
2 oo, ko jo rara" It was
nothing, as only
majority were such in
haste to journey down
their destinations,
thanks to the
Christmas/New Year
break, leading to the
fortissimo.
"Why can't the HOC call
the man to make use
of the 10-12pm now-
free period session to
substitute his own
2-4pm class?" A fair
light skinned girl asked
stupendously.
"Yes, that's right!"
Another girl reasoned to
the suggestion. "He
should!" everybody
chorused in unison as
they were unanimous in
their decisions without
anyone being dissent to
it.
`
Meanwhile, I was the
fugleman assigned by
the Lecturer for his only
class. Sorry, I mean I'm
the HOC for his course.
To be continued...
By Odede TObi Samuel
[Department of
Computer Science,
Federal Polythecnic,
Ilaro]
ND II
****************
.
It was a late friday
night, the 18th of
December, 2015. The
screen had hung down
and the celestial spaces
had become pitch-black
as the glittering and
luminous diamond-like
stars had became
natural adornments
filling the spaces i the
dark sky while winking
at the passengers
underneath them from
the endless arch of
void-black.
`
I was sitting on a chair
with my duo hands on
the table which was
surrounded with array
of books: textbooks
and motivational ones
pioneered by myriad of
authors. My mobile
phone was right by my
side as I constantly
operated it. All my
roommates had slept
already, neighbours
inclusive, those whose
rooms are directly
opposite ours and
others whom are
contiguous to us. Just
like a graveyard, the
rooms and the dark
environment were in
total silence, except for
the sound of birds flying
to-and-fro the
atmosphere plus the
crackling sounds of our
roofing sheets.
"Hoi-hoi" came a sound.
"Paka....paka" came
another. Those are not
a lullaby for a baby.
Instead, they are the
sound produced by our
roofing sheets when
occasionally stunted
upon and banged-at by
traveling windwaves.
`
I was the only one left
awoke that night. And
there definitely was a
reason for that. It was
solely because of the
unexpected practical
reports imposed on us
by one of our lecturers.
It was hectic delving
into the internet with
the quest to getting
the much needed
diagram required to
combat the higgedy-
piggedy practical report,
for all the workshop
exercises were
thoroughly bombarded
with series of drawings.
`
On the matutinal friday,
we finished the first
lecture, an 8-10am
COM213 class which
indicates Common
Business Oriented
Language [COBOL]. It is
an ageing Scientist
Programming Language.
Computer Science
Students and
Information Technology
[IT] experts can all but
decode that. There
again, was another
lecture ahead, a
10-12pm practical class
which was later
postponed as we were
unfortunately not
opportuned to conduct
it. That aside, we still
had another practical
class by 2-4pm the
same day. That meant
we would have had to
wait until it's 2pm.
Suddenly, there came
an uproar. The whole
class herded into
choruses of "Laiye.
Laiye. Laiye, aole duro di
2 oo, ko jo rara" It was
nothing, as only
majority were such in
haste to journey down
their destinations,
thanks to the
Christmas/New Year
break, leading to the
fortissimo.
"Why can't the HOC call
the man to make use
of the 10-12pm now-
free period session to
substitute his own
2-4pm class?" A fair
light skinned girl asked
stupendously.
"Yes, that's right!"
Another girl reasoned to
the suggestion. "He
should!" everybody
chorused in unison as
they were unanimous in
their decisions without
anyone being dissent to
it.
`
Meanwhile, I was the
fugleman assigned by
the Lecturer for his only
class. Sorry, I mean I'm
the HOC for his course.
To be continued...
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