Gbagaun!Gbagaun!! Gbagaun!!! A deafening sound rudely woke me up.
“It’s time for supper.” Senior Tunde announced. “Everyone, move to the dining hall.”
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It was just a few minutes after six, and yet it seemed as if it was already 8.00 pm! The stamping of feet from the other students intermingled with the sound of the bell.
Feeling slightly dizzy, the challenge before me was how to descend from my bunk.
“Are you deaf or something?’ Senior Tunde blared at me. “What are you still staring at?”
“How do I come down from the bunk?” I quivered from the effect of the fan coupled with the cold weather.
“Who lifted you there in the first place?” Her eyes roved towards the short ladder attached to the bed.
The scales fell off my eyes immediately. Slowly, I sloped from the bed without much ado and strolled to the dining hall.
“For the food we are about to eat, we thank you, oh Lord.” The food prefect prayed.
“Amen!” the hungry and excited students chorused.
The narrative I heard that boarding schools do not serve good meals vanished the moment I spotted plates of jellof rice arranged on the tray. The aroma of the food filled the whole hall, and I salivated like a hungry lion. I watched as the Food prefect served the food, starting from the seniors, until he got to the juniors. While I waited impatiently for my turn, I noticed that the plates of rice remaining on the tray were fewer than the rest of the students who were yet to be served.
Gbagaun!Gbagaun!! Gbagaun!!! A deafening sound rudely woke me up.
“It’s time for supper.” Senior Temilade announced. “Everyone, move to the dining hall.”
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It was just a few minutes after six, and yet it seemed as if it was already 8.00 pm! The stamping of feet from the other students intermingled with the sound of the bell.
Feeling slightly dizzy, the challenge before me was how to descend from my bunk.
“Are you deaf or something?’ Senior Tunde blared at me. “What are you still staring at?”
“How do I come down from the bunk?” I quivered from the effect of the fan coupled with the cold weather.
“Who lifted you there in the first place?” Her eyes roved towards the short ladder attached to the bed.
The scales fell off my eyes immediately. Slowly, I sloped from the bed without much ado and strolled to the dining hall.
“For the food we are about to eat, we thank you, oh Lord.” The food prefect prayed.
“Amen!” the hungry and excited students chorused.
The narrative I heard that boarding schools do not serve good meals vanished the moment I spotted plates of jellof rice arranged on the tray. The aroma of the food filled the whole hall, and I salivated like a hungry lion. I watched as the Food prefect served the food, starting with the seniors, until he got to the juniors. While I waited impatiently for my turn, I noticed that the plates of rice remaining on the tray were fewer than the rest of the students who were yet to be served.
“Senior, ebi n pa wa o!” some of the students grumbled.
“What are those students saying?” Alfred, one of my roommates, asked me.
“They are hungry,” I replied. “I don’t think the food would be enough for everyone.”
“Quiet, everyone! The Food prefect quietened the angry students. “We have enough food to go round.”
I watched with eagerness as the prefect dashed into the kitchen and then returned with another tray, but this time around, watery beans!
