I was sitting in my small corner in the department when this girl matched in fuming. I sat there watching her and she sat in anger turning the pages of the book in her front with anger in such a way that still surprises today on how those pages remained in tact. I was determine not to be the person that opened my mouth first. About five minutes later, she asked me: “is this not how to write capital Y?” I was little taken aback by the question. Instead of answering the question, I focused on her face to know if something else is going on. I mean, we are in finally year in college and why a brilliant girl like Rita will be enquiring on how capital Y looks like was a bit surprising to me. When she still focused on me with full anger still oozing from those beautiful face of hers, I decided something more than capital Y is going on.
I focused on the paper she wrote capital Y she pushed towards me. “sure, it is capital Y” I answered.
She sighed loudly before words started tumbling out of her mouth again in quick succession that I had problem following up very well.
I noticed she was talking and pointing towards lecturer’s block. When I felt she have settled down enough to explain the Y issue, I asked: “ What is the problem?”
“ That idiot that takes comparative economics called me into his office and gently closed the door and started telling me about not performing well in the last quiz we took and was saying something like; that it was due to his concern for my welfare that he have not released the result. He said that he was confused on most of my writings that he had serious problem reading them and comprehending what I was trying to say. He started pointing out Ys, in my answer sheet telling me that I don't know how to write capital Y. I thought the idiot was joking until he started touching and rubbing my hands and asking me if i ever care about him the way he cares about me? That was when I know the shameless he-goat was after something else. I became serious and he turned nasty tell me that there is no way he will give me pass mark on the paper I don't know how to write capital Y”
“Is he teaching English or oral one?- why didn’t you ask him to write capital Y for you to learn from? Well, touching have made his intention known and that is the most important thing. What happened afterwards?”
“I told him if this is a joke or insult, whichever that I am not in the mood for any. I has something important to do with my time and that he should never call me again for something like this”
“ He shouted, what?” he banged his hand on the table attracting two other lecturers into his office and was serious and busy explaining to them how I am a bimbo, all face and chest without anything in my skull. ‘how can a final year student don't know how to write capital Y and expect me to be part of the conspiracy to shift rubbish like you into labour market' at this point, I lost control too. I was shouting that other lecturers joined the commotion and some were laughing and while telling us to come down and understand ourselves”
According to the girl, she had picked a pen and took out her jotter and wrote capital Y and minor y for the man and when he refused to look at it, she had shown it around to the lecturers inside there.
“ Why do you think I have not released the result of the quiz since three days now. To point out anomalies to you. Why do you think called in here eh? do I look like a man interested in such nonsense in your heart? Don't insult me or I will make the remaining days of your stay here a memorable one for you”
“ I could not stomach that threat. I send mine back immediately. Don't you dare threaten me or I will carry out first that your threat on you. Look at me, do I look like a harlot to you?”
“ How do you mean? Do you think even if you are one I will have anything to do with stake illiterate that can't differentiate capital Y From small y. How do you managed to work your way to the level you are now?”
I turned around facing the other lecturers asking them to see for themselves from the exam sheet if any capital letter is missing from where they supposed be whether capital Y or capital any other letter. It is no hardly brain surgery to decode where this man is heading to. I have never been to that Island for four years I have been here and this he-goat is not going to take me there capital Y or small one not withstanding. Better all of you that like him advise him because if I see any carryover in this course, I go for recall of my papers with disciplinary department and I mean every word of what am saying. I can see he is tired of teaching in this institution and I will not hesitate to hasten his demise”
The girl had stormed out with the fury that only increased with each step that took about four minutes from that block to lecture room. Most of those old predators that masquerade as lecturer and fathers don’t do their home works well before approaching anyone they like his face. Two months ago, one had his house and daughter roasted on the similar case like this one to teach him lesson on caring like the saying goes. His wife had gone off her bonnet and got the man dosed on paraffin while he was resting and set him ablaze and her neighbors covered her. They claimed that five mysterious guys had invaded their house and killed the man. The officers knew she was talking nonsense but none cared after hearing the story behind the action and seeing the picture of the man's roasted daughter.
I believed this comparative guy was reminded of that incident and he compared well. When the result was released two days later, Rita got her full marks and the hows of capital Y was laid to rest.
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Great story Philip.
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Hi Phillip, I read your author bio and I wanted to tell you how impressed I am by your journey into writing. It’s always wonderful to see individuals using Reedsy to share their journeys from around the world! I enjoyed that this story took something which feels small and made it the focal point of the story. As I was reading, I was more and more outraged by your characters’ journey. I loved that this story took the theme of differing styles to speak on the bigger theme of our perceptions of other people. Nice work!!
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This is an in-depth analysis. Fine work you have done here. Thanks a lot.
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Philip, I don't mind reading anything you write. And I would like to offer proofreading of your work for any stories you may write moving forward. If you are interested, just post a comment with your email address. It's ok to pass too. LF6.
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Fine by me. hilidiliulu@gmail.com
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So, how are you going to do it? I write and send it to you for reading before posting it in Reedsy.
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