Double Wahala
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0.000 HBDDouble Wahala
<div class="text-justify"> </div class="text-justify">  <center> [source](https://www.pexels.com/photo/smiling-black-child-standing-in-classroom-and-looking-at-camera-5905497/ )</center> I remember when I was in JSS 1, a Corp member was posted to our school. For my foreign friends here, there's this program initiated by the government; National Youth Service Corp program. You get posted to a zone different from yours. So that's how Anty Beatrice was posted to my school, Amaegbuato Community Grammar school. I am sure you felt the weight in the pronunciation. Gbam! That's how much troubles and mischiefs weigh in that school. Smh. I didn't know Anty Beatrice was actually posted to our school. I had already had an encounter with her before seeing her in the class. It was on a Wednesday morning. I was about to enter the school gate. There's this stunt Triple H does when he tries to enter the ring. He gulps water and then splashes it into the air to announce his arrival. So I decided to play ike that. Take water in and splash it into the air but this time some drops touched a woman. She was furious. She asked me to kneel down. And she forgot me there. That was how I knelt from opening hours to after break period. That was how I missed our football match against JSs2b. A match I had been dreaming of the previous night. I was furious. I was so angry.  <center> [source]( https://www.pexels.com/photo/boy-s-face-gray-scale-photo-47080/ )</center> The next day Miss Beatrice entered our class. It was her first time here. I recognized her. She introduced herself as Corper Beatrice. And that she will be our new Business Studies henceforth. Miss Beatrice was from the western part of the country. She was Yoruba by tribe. She was a nice woman but the anger from what she did to me the other time wouldn't let me see that. Miss Beatrice had this afinity for the Igbo culture and language. She always said she was happy to have been posted there. So she she always asked us a lot of things concerning the Igbo language. She really loved the Igbo language. One day she came into the class and with her ever gracious smiling face asked us to teach her how to greet properly in Igbo. Before anybody could say anything I stood up and offered to help. Told her good morning in Igbo language means Ike gi ( your buttocks in english). The whole class burst out laughing. But Miss Beatrice didn't get it. She didn't understand why the class was laughing. She just thanked me and continued with her lecture. 😌😌😌  <center> [source](https://www.pexels.com/photo/mischievous-little-black-girl-resting-on-sofa-with-pillow-4545971/ )</center> The next day at the assembly ground where the Corper was conducting morning devotion. She started with "Ike gi my fellow teachers and the stydents'. The was intense laughter amongst the crowd. People didn't believe their ears. The Principal then moved towards her and whispered something in her ears. She just left the podium and another teacher took over. You could tell from her face that the Principal had told her the truth. And that was how problem started. That what how double Wahala started for me.  <center> [source]( https://www.pexels.com/photo/mad-formal-executive-man-yelling-at-camera-3760790/ )</center> Immediately after the devotion the Principal came to our class shouting. He asked who told the Corper that good morning in Igbo is Ike gi. He was shouting ontop of his voice. Never seen his that angry before. Nobody answered. The whole class was silent. 🤐🤐🤐 Then Miss Beatrice pointed at me. And that was how I was called out to come and collect strokes of cane. Ha! For real? Is it now a bad thing to help somebody sir? That was how they laid me on the table with two SS3 students holding my hands and legs. Then they called Mr Felix the Mathematics teacher to do the honours. Mr Felix was a dreadful teacher. I think he was fitted to be a panelbeater than a teacher. Once you get into his bad books, it was better you change school than face his punishment. He was that ruthless. So Mr Felix thrashed me 24 strokes on my buttocks. I could hear my butt cheeks swearing for me. By the time he was done it felt like I had done liposuction. Everywhere was just swollen. I couldn't sit properly for days. 🥺🥺🥺  <center> [source](https://www.pexels.com/photo/boy-in-white-polo-shirt-crying-3905727/ )</center> My classmates were not left out as well. They collected 6 stokes since for not telling the truth when I deceived the teacher. It was a terrible day for. My quest for vengeance landed me into more trouble. And from that day I decided to leave vengeance to God 😪😪😪