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The Activist by Rapmike.

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© Osemekeh Ugochukwu Micheal.
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Prologue

He walked fast, trying to evade the piercing darkness that was midnight. He had been with the DPO of Moro all evening, listening as the man explained times without number why Kareem won’t be released or freed. Kareem, known as Lightening, was the most feared cultist in OAU campus.

A seasoned killer, his various accomplishments included the murder of the electoral chairman of Osun state or rather The State of Osun and the governorship candidate for NCP in Osun State. The Candidate, Chief Omisore, was known to be a seasoned and no-nonesense accountant who decided to get his hands dirty in Osun state politics. The Ruling Party, RSF, knew that he would win in a landslide victory and employed the cheapest, yet most reliable person to kill him; Kareem.

His death caused an outrage in the whole of Osun State, which had led to his arrest.

To capture him was tough though, Andrew had to personally take him captive, after he took care of the ‘babalawo in charge of him, use some brave police officers to attack his hideout or better put ‘fortress’
and then beat him in physical combat. That’s why he needed those assurances.



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Yet such assurances did not totally get rid of the anxiety in Andrew’s heart. After all, this is the Nigerian Police Force, which is malleable under the right circumstances. He suspected that Kareem was well-connected and will soon burst out of prison, that is if he is not even released by the same DPO.

The man called Kareem sent jitters to any student who knew or had perceived his name. 7ft tall,dark and muscular, Kareem was the son of higly successful parents,his dad a minister of technology in the Fourth Republic and his mother, a senior lecturer in Harvard University, a position even high for the British locals. He, however was a complete anti-thesis to his parents. His first act was to murder them in cold blood, then joining the Ravens almost immediately. He rose up the ranks and in no time took the Ravens to the pinnacle of cultism in Ife and beyond, killing people in the process. By the time he was leader, the Ravens were virtually untouchable on campus, always retaliating any offence committed against them.

But someone had to stand against them and Andrew was the candidate.
He had self-imposed himself as the biggest opposition to the Ravens. He decided on this as far back as when he was admitted into the varsity, incidentally at the same time with Kareem himself. Both of them watched as Old Soldier, another notorious cultist killed Gbade, their classmate and Andrew’s friend because of some dues. He choked the poor dude to death before smashing his head against the wall of their department. It was a gruesome murder and the sheer impudent nature of it was what drove Andrew against cultism.
Unfortunately, it also drove Kareem towards the phenomenon, as he brought himself under the tutelage of Old Soldier before murdering his tutor in similar fashion.
His train of thoughts were cut by the sight of a middle aged man, who did one of the most ridiculous deeds by wearing sun glasses at this time. The man stood in front of Diganga hotel, looking lost.
“Please where is Fine Touch Hostel? I was told it was around here.”
Andrew looked at him in surprise. The man was quite some distance away from the hostel and his shabby clothes suggested that he did not belong to the class of people he knew frequent the hostel. Andrew himself was off course, finding himself drifting away from the safety of campus and out on the expressway. What brought him so faraway, he could not fathom.
He kindly directed the man to the location of the hostel and walked back towards campus, the man following him. Andrew’s mind flew back to his train of memories, currently selecting the one that concerned his dad.
His father, Wale Martins was a young medical doctor who had lived happily with his wife and two kids until Andrew entered the University and join various anti-cult groups, hunting down cultists all over the place and slowing bringing some sanity to the campus.
His dad feared for him and had warned Andrew severally times to desist from his activities, an advice Andrew ignored blindly. The last time they spoke, it almost resulted to a fist-cuff, with his dad disowning him and he refusing to return home in over a year. This casted a shadow on his life and he wondered if he could ever get it right with his dad again.

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His eyes caught the sight of the man again, now that he was very close to the school gate. Why was the man following him? He decided to find out why.

He turned around and faced the man. “How can I help you again, sir?” He asked in plain anger.

“Is that how you ask questions from your elders, young man?” He replied with the usual antagonistic nature of older citizens of the nature when questioned by younger chaps.

“Sir, it does not answer my question. Why are you following me? I directed you to your destination and you…..”
Gbam! He felt a sharp sudden pain before he went into the darkened blackness known as unconsciousness.

“Nice work, Razor.” The old man spoke, removing the shades. “Carry him away, let’s meet at the meeting place.” It was Kareem.

When he came to, he noticed the fire dancing in a cleared part of the forest. As his head cleared from the fog that was blinding his reasoning faculties, he saw figures moving around the fire, dancing to the beats of locally made drums. The nature of the attires they wore, coupled with some sharp cutlasses hooked to the ground told him something.

He was in a cult meeting.
He tried moving, but as he expected, he was restrained tightly by ropes, binding him like a mad man expected to run once he is a bit loosed. He also noticed the bruises all around him and concluded that he must have been beaten to be here. He was still lost on what happened when the guys stopped dancing and the music stopped.

Kareem emerged from the shadows, which forced the area to even more silence. Now the fire stopped dancing and stood still, like it also understood who was present.
Kareem whistled a bit loudly, then started moving towards the guys dancing in the fire, inspecting them one by one. He then smiled, clapping his hands as they seemingly passed his inspection.
From no where, other guys started to emerge, causing some sort of jubilation among the inspected guys. Kareem carried a smug smile at him, the moon’s light causing him to have a better view of Kareem.
Andrew’s eyes widened on spotting the sun glasses, as memories started to flood his mind. He remembered the man with the glasses, was that Kareem? He remembered the conversation they had and realised how he was captured. He had no choice than to nod to Kareem’s expert method of handling his situation. He knew that Kareem disguised as such a man so as to make Andrew bring his guard down. He again, tried to release himself but it proved abortive.

Kareem soon raised his hand, ending all the jubilation. He looked sternly at Andrew.

“Thunder, bring the prisoner here.”
Andrew was suddenly carried away like a sack of raw food and placed in front of Kareem by Thunder. Once he was dropped, he stole a quick glance at who was Thunder and almost shouted out of surprise.

Thunder was his close friend on campus and his fierce supporter. Together they arrested and imprisoned a lot of cult members and he was close to Andrew. They both were a tag team and Andrew could not believe that He was a cult member, not to talk of the Ravens.

“This guy, Kareem’s voice brought him to the current situation. This guy thinks he can outsmart me by arranging my arrest.” ” He even get the liver to come my area, my capital, come arrest me. A mi, Kareem aka Lightening, Lightening whose blade sharp pass Raikiri, who fast pass any blade for this earth, omo lo mo, Omo to score ju Ronaldo ati Messi. You think you can arrest me?” He slapped Andrew.

He motioned the inspected guys. “Come and see this fool.” They walked forward, cautiously as Andrew deduced them to be recruits.
“Carry this fool away, Thunder.” Andrew was soon hurled away by Thunder, wallowing at the disappointment of been betrayed by Kunle Falade, now known as Thunder and the DPO.
“We will deal with him later.” Kareem declared. Thunder watch him. Kareem then went ahead to discuss other topics for the day.

They had a politician to kill, while a girl seems to have pissed off Senegal, one of the old members with a slashed ear, so they planned towards her rape.
Despite the injured state he was, Andrew was planning his escape. He managed to steal a knife from the rear pocket of Thunder without the latter knowing and now planned to wait for his chance to make a run for it.
With Andrew seemingly bound, the meeting was flowing with ease. The members of the Ravens talked, argued and sang their cult songs. It was not long before a girl was dragged to their presence. Andrew quickly identified her as Biola, a second year student of Chemical Engineering of the school.

He watched as one of the new members called Scorpion accused her of insulting him in public and slapping him. This caused an outrage among them, scaring the girl. He remembered her boyfriend, Ovie himself was the Capone of a rival cult group, the Red Axes. He watched as one of them almost slapped her, only to have his hand held by Kareem himself.
“E be like say you wan slap am back, abi? Matches, where you get this pikin from?”
Matches, a lanky dude with dangerous, red eyes like one who was perpetually under the influence of alcohol, spoke up.
“Oga, no mind jare, he no sabi code. Hey!” He motioned the lad, “Come here!”
The young man ‘bounced’ confidently to his side but soon had his confidence snuffed off with a ‘choke-punch’ by Matches. Default mode restored. :mrgreen:

Kareem raised his hand up, commanding another bolt of silence. He then asked each of them to look at him.
“This is how we deal with people who insult us. Matches show them!”

Matches moved as quick as he could, forced the poor girl to the ground, stripping her naked before he started teasing her body, in readiness for entry.
Everyone was enjoying the show, even Thunder. Andrew watched on until he was sure that Thunder was completed occupied with the ‘rape show’, then he dropped the ropes and quietly crept away,before he started running.

To be continued tomorrow..

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His eyes caught the sight of the man again, now that he was very close to the school gate. Why was the man following him? He decided to find out why.

He turned around and faced the man. “How can I help you again, sir?” He asked in plain anger.

“Is that how you ask questions from your elders, young man?” He replied with the usual antagonistic nature of older citizens of the nature when questioned by younger chaps.

“Sir, it does not answer my question. Why are you following me? I directed you to your destination and you…..”
Gbam! He felt a sharp sudden pain before he went into the darkened blackness known as unconsciousness.

“Nice work, Razor.” The old man spoke, removing the shades. “Carry him away, let’s meet at the meeting place.” It was Kareem.

When he came to, he noticed the fire dancing in a cleared part of the forest. As his head cleared from the fog that was blinding his reasoning faculties, he saw figures moving around the fire, dancing to the beats of locally made drums. The nature of the attires they wore, coupled with some sharp cutlasses hooked to the ground told him something.

He was in a cult meeting.
He tried moving, but as he expected, he was restrained tightly by ropes, binding him like a mad man expected to run once he is a bit loosed. He also noticed the bruises all around him and concluded that he must have been beaten to be here. He was still lost on what happened when the guys stopped dancing and the music stopped.

Kareem emerged from the shadows, which forced the area to even more silence. Now the fire stopped dancing and stood still, like it also understood who was present.
Kareem whistled a bit loudly, then started moving towards the guys dancing in the fire, inspecting them one by one. He then smiled, clapping his hands as they seemingly passed his inspection.
From no where, other guys started to emerge, causing some sort of jubilation among the inspected guys. Kareem carried a smug smile at him, the moon’s light causing him to have a better view of Kareem.
Andrew’s eyes widened on spotting the sun glasses, as memories started to flood his mind. He remembered the man with the glasses, was that Kareem? He remembered the conversation they had and realised how he was captured. He had no choice than to nod to Kareem’s expert method of handling his situation. He knew that Kareem disguised as such a man so as to make Andrew bring his guard down. He again, tried to release himself but it proved abortive.

Kareem soon raised his hand, ending all the jubilation. He looked sternly at Andrew.

“Thunder, bring the prisoner here.”
Andrew was suddenly carried away like a sack of raw food and placed in front of Kareem by Thunder. Once he was dropped, he stole a quick glance at who was Thunder and almost shouted out of surprise.

Thunder was his close friend on campus and his fierce supporter. Together they arrested and imprisoned a lot of cult members and he was close to Andrew. They both were a tag team and Andrew could not believe that He was a cult member, not to talk of the Ravens.

“This guy, Kareem’s voice brought him to the current situation. This guy thinks he can outsmart me by arranging my arrest.” ” He even get the liver to come my area, my capital, come arrest me. A mi, Kareem aka Lightening, Lightening whose blade sharp pass Raikiri, who fast pass any blade for this earth, omo lo mo, Omo to score ju Ronaldo ati Messi. You think you can arrest me?” He slapped Andrew.

He motioned the inspected guys. “Come and see this fool.” They walked forward, cautiously as Andrew deduced them to be recruits.
“Carry this fool away, Thunder.” Andrew was soon hurled away by Thunder, wallowing at the disappointment of been betrayed by Kunle Falade, now known as Thunder and the DPO.
“We will deal with him later.” Kareem declared. Thunder watch him. Kareem then went ahead to discuss other topics for the day.

They had a politician to kill, while a girl seems to have pissed off Senegal, one of the old members with a slashed ear, so they planned towards her rape.
Despite the injured state he was, Andrew was planning his escape. He managed to steal a knife from the rear pocket of Thunder without the latter knowing and now planned to wait for his chance to make a run for it.
With Andrew seemingly bound, the meeting was flowing with ease. The members of the Ravens talked, argued and sang their cult songs. It was not long before a girl was dragged to their presence. Andrew quickly identified her as Biola, a second year student of Chemical Engineering of the school.

He watched as one of the new members called Scorpion accused her of insulting him in public and slapping him. This caused an outrage among them, scaring the girl. He remembered her boyfriend, Ovie himself was the Capone of a rival cult group, the Red Axes. He watched as one of them almost slapped her, only to have his hand held by Kareem himself.
“E be like say you wan slap am back, abi? Matches, where you get this pikin from?”
Matches, a lanky dude with dangerous, red eyes like one who was perpetually under the influence of alcohol, spoke up.
“Oga, no mind jare, he no sabi code. Hey!” He motioned the lad, “Come here!”
The young man ‘bounced’ confidently to his side but soon had his confidence snuffed off with a ‘choke-punch’ by Matches. Default mode restored. :mrgreen:

Kareem raised his hand up, commanding another bolt of silence. He then asked each of them to look at him.
“This is how we deal with people who insult us. Matches show them!”

Matches moved as quick as he could, forced the poor girl to the ground, stripping her naked before he started teasing her body, in readiness for entry.
Everyone was enjoying the show, even Thunder. Andrew watched on until he was sure that Thunder was completed occupied with the ‘rape show’, then he dropped the ropes and quietly crept away,before he started running.

To be continued tomorrow...

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Episode 3
Everyone was still enjoying the ‘pleasures’ of Biola when Kareem turned back and saw that Andrew had escaped.
“Haa! Haaa!! Thunder, ni bo ni eran ? Where is my prey? Where is he?” Kareem shouted, diverting everyone’s attention towards Thunder and the cut ropes.
“Matches! Gather those ‘freshers’ around now. We have an animal to catch!”
Cutlasses started flying in the air, as various cult members lifted their weapons and started moving.
“And you!” He pointed to Thunder. “If you like allow her to escape!”
Andrew heard the shout and knew that trouble was coming to meet him at open range, and right now he was not in any shape to take such attack. His adrenaline shot up, forcing him to move a tad faster, despite the huge amount of pain running through his system.
The owl was circling around its prey this night.
]He had hardly made more distance when a snake suddenly fell on him, forcing him to shake it off. That slight movement gave him away.
Soon enough bullets started to rain across the ground, mostly missing their target due to the inexperience of the recruits. Kareem and Matches walked behind them,warning them against hitting each other.
Andrew went on all fours, knowing that if he stood up or dared to raise his head a bit higher, he will be dead.
Kareem soon motioned the boys to stop wasting their bullets and told them to spread. The moon’s light, previously available was been shielded by the clouds, leaving them to the mercy of torch-lights and their untrained eyes.
Andrew crawled his way forward, hoping that the light will not come forth. Alas, it was not to be so!
Andrew, seeing that the moon’s light would not be denied its brightness, quickly crawled to the back of a mango tree and set himself against it.
The moon’s light came out, revealing the glory of a full moon. Kareem was in no mood to admire the moon, and now separated the group into two, Matches taking one set to the other side of the bush while he moved forward.
As they moved closer to Andrew’s location, he being trapped by his posture, they encountered something odd.
One of the recruits shouted in pain, clearly warning others about the presence of danger. Soon enough other shouts were heard and even Kareem had to retreat back. They were in a den of snakes!
The ruckus gave Andrew the encouragement to move forward, making most of the moon light crawling. As his pains were down in notches, his speed increasing, putting more distance between Kareem and him.
]Kareem was in the midst of fighting the snakes off when he saw him. A figure crawling away, his shadow dancing in the approaching rain.
It was about to fall.
Kareem surged through the snake pit, crushing any unfortunate snake with impure energy. Impure energy from the wailing walls of hell. Impure energy from anger. The anger directed towards one person and one person only, Andrew.
Andrew turned back and saw Kareem moving with worrying increasing pace. He also noticed that the brave ones among the recruits had damned the snakes and moved with him. Andrew understanding the times, then stood up and started running.
The sight of Andrew running got Kareem’s blood boiling beyond evaporation level. He thought of running after him, but then stopped moving and instructed his men to open fire.
So once again, bullets started to rain across the ground, even as Andrew was nearing the Faculty of Health Sciences.


To be continued

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Episode 4

The sight of the building gave Andrew a lift, as he increased his pace. However, just as he thought he was going to make it alive, disaster struck.

Matches, who had gone on his own separate way suddenly appeared on the view that Andrew beheld, immediately firing a shot at his leg.

“Ah!” He shouted as more cult members came to the view. His wonderful ‘vision’ was now turning into a nightmare.

“Where you wan run go before? Stand up Mr Man!” Matches shouted with a lot of aggression, obviously obtained from been a street thug. Andrew laid on the floor, hope lost and fighting spirit utterly gone. He knew this was the end, because Kareem will surely kill him immediately.

A surgical knife suddenly came in view, shooting his curiosity up. Andrew wondered which careless medical student could have done this.

A brilliant, crazy idea came in his head.
]He silently took the knife, somehow escaping Matches attention as he kept ranting. He now slid the knife and his hand under the body and pretended that he had fainted.

Kareem caught up with Matches and co, grinning to himself. He thought Matches had killed him off.

“Matches, carry am make I use am send message.” Kareem ordered in a gale mood.
Sending message meant cutting all the person’s body parts with an axe and distributing it all over campus, a note accompanying each piece or body part.

As Matches lifted Andrew up, the almost dying man quickly offered two decisive stabs at Matches body and a glancing strike at Kareem, all before he was fatally shot by a recruit. Poor Matches bled to death by the cut into his neck, while Andrew slowly remembered everyone, his soon-to-be disappointed parents and Tade, his younger brother of five years, before he departed this world.

It was 10.00am. A red Toyota Car was stuck in traffic along the expressway between Ibadan and Ilesha. In the car was a hopefully young fresher, aiming to succeed in his future school. His name is Tade.

Tade, an eighteen year old male student, was tall and lanky for his age. His dressing was more expressive than expected, considering he was going to study Law at the more conservative Obafemi Awolowo University in Ile-Ife, Osun state. His mind, bored stiff by the traffic issue drifted between his current location and his home.

His home was more like a house than a ‘home’ to him. His parents were not in talking terms at home. They may not be fighting every minute, but their behaviour around him was enough evidence that a cold war existed between them. They put on a facade outside, obviously to avoid prying eyes and running mouths, but they created an unhappy and slightly distrustful lad.

]He took his mind off the his parents troubles and focused on his driver, Salisu. Anytime he remembered the driver, he smiles. The young man behind the wheels has not been opportune to be in a primary school not to talk of a university. His parents were a dead mum and a too-drunk-to-be concerned father. At the age of four, his uncle took him away from the stench of alcohol and straight to the smell of dust, as he worked like a slave for his uncle as soon as he reached the age to differentiate right from wrong. He was so mal treated that he ran away once he was twelve and entered the streets, working as a bus conductor.

It was in prison that Wale saw the young boy of sixteen years with a criminal record and took him in. He got him trained in driving and since Salisu knew the parts of the South West like the tribal marks on his cheeks- the only gift from home, Wale entrusted him with driving everyone around. Salisu on his part, was always the obedient servant never betraying his benefactor, something he transferred to Tade.

The traffic had cleared up and Salisu drove quickly, carefully overtaking cars and even a petrol tanker; something that caused panic to Tade. The student was about cautioning Salisu when he reduced the speed of the driving by himself.
]OAU was in view, some metres besides them. The beauty was not immediately apparent to them, but when they drove towards the gate, the sight improved. The gates were rather short, but the face of the statute of Oduduwa was molded on the wall of the gates, with the said walls dividing the traffic going in and those going out. As with all ‘important days’ like this, a slow traffic build-up was present.

Their sight-seeing was halted by the security officer who asked Salisu for his particulars, using his face in a bid to scare him. It failed woefully.
After his particulars were cleared, the security officer then proceeded to ‘obtain’ Salisu.

“You see, my son.” He started, “I have been here for some time without any food or water.” He then used a minute to reel out the inadequacies of the government of the day. “Abeg find something for me.” He concluded.
Salisu looked a bit surprised and calmly told him that he was also in a bad situation financially, so he could not help him. The old man refuse to budge.

“My son, is that how you lie to your parents?” At the sound of the word ‘parents’, Salisu got inflamed with anger, spilling out expletives and insults on the man. Tade watched with interest as they dragged it on.

“If you don’t give me anything, you won’t leave here!” The man threatened. Already other cars were hooting but Salisu just turned the engine off. Tade knew this was likely to be a long wait, considering that the old man had pressed a wrong button on Salisu.

To be continued

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Episode 5

When it seemed like there will be a long wait, a senior officer showed up.

“Dada, what are you doing there?” As soon as Salisu saw him, he moved to protest but the man continued his talk.
“See, before I open my eyes, allow them to pass.” “Don’t you know that people are waiting at the back? And if you try what you did just now, I will make sure that you will not be here the next day, do you understand?”
Dada nodded and grudgingly left Salisu alone, much to the relief of Tade.

They drove into the university, much in a procession-like manner. Salisu soon got to the roundabout and after they went past the structure Salisu increased the pace, as if he was late for something important.

They soon turned towards Tade’s faculty.
“Salisu, drop me here.” Salisu moved further, ignoring Tade’s instruction. Tade repeated himself, shouting this time.

Salisu continued for a minute then sharply turned round, almost hitting an incoming car. Luckily for them, the car owners seemed more concerned about where they we’re going, leaving Tade to silently fume at Salisu. The driver then used a snail’s pace to get to the place Tade wanted to drop, much to the against of other motorists.

“Salisu, come tomorrow by ten to this spot to pick me.”The driver nodded his head and drove quickly, like a maniac on the loose.
“Werey.” Tade said, before he headed to his department.
Wale studied the letter on his table. It was about an interview from the United Nations, in lieu of a strategic vacancy in the Organization. The interview was to hold in a week’s time, meaning that he had a week to prepare for this opportunity of a lifetime. Benefits included a better pay and travel benefits, availability of research materials and rubbing of shoulders and minds with the elite in the health profession, plus some bragging rights. He has always wanted to work at the highest level and he now has the chance to, at a young age for that matter.
He wished all aspects of his life were the same. It seems like it won’t be possible.
When he started out with Clara, he had just got a job and they had married not long ago. Despite all that, he persuaded her to become a full housewife while he sends the money in. They did not have much, but they were happy.

Then Andrew came in and their happiness increased. The young boy quickly showed his brilliance, even as his father was been promoted promptly and at times ahead of time. His family were so happy that when Tade came in, his performances, though a bit average, never bothered him or his wife. Andrew was their crown jewel, an intelligent, courteous, obedient son who was the delight of everyone they met.

All changed when he got admission to OAU
Andrew suddenly became a quiet, hostile young man with ‘strange’ ideals in his head. He had joined an anti-cult group and seemed to be causing trouble for the cult members in school. Wale talked to him, several times, each time his pleas fell to deaf ears. When cult members started sending strange texts to the family he had to call Andrew home and convened a family meeting over the issue.
It was there the worst happened. Andrew roundly insulted everyone, reserving special insults for both parents. Wale could not take it any further and disowned him, Clara begging both parties to stop. Andrew left for school early the next day and that was the last time he would see him alive.

When the news was broken to him and Clara, it shattered the family. Wale, pained by the death of his son, distanced himself from Clara and Tade eventually, blaming her for Andrew’s death. He focused on his medical profession, while Clara went into importation business in order to keep herself busy and away from temptation. Money flowed in, but the lack of attention Tade had created an undisciplined kid who threw parties and did all sort of stuffs. He still managed to do well in academics though.
He sighed, placing the letter into the envelope. He decided that he had no time to think of his family.
Tade woke up with a start and turned round, looking around the home he will soon leave. He remembered his first day at school and smiled.

After Salisu’s maniac driving set him on edge, he decided to find a place to sit down, hence he walked towards the building where his faculty was located.

The building was something of a simple but wonderful design, if not a bit odd. The building which contained three faculties ( yes, three not one), was made like a three step giant staircase. The first ‘step’ housed the faculty of administration.

The faculty itself had two floors and a basement, with the topsmost floor of the faculty linking to the first floor of the faculty of Law. The other two faculties ( Law and Social Sciences) were built the same way.
He walked into the faculty of Administration and found something of interest.

He watched students bundle their way to register courses. The basement, which was otherwise less busy, was occupied by people running to and fro from different directions. He saw parents moving around, trying to ‘work’ their kids admission, there were student executives who moved around getting materials and trying to keep the students in line.

There were hawkers of various edibles taking advantage of the situation to display their wares to positively hungry folks. One in a while, an elderly person comes in with a student and forces the student to stay in front of the queue, upsetting the ‘orderly’ students who go on a frenzy about how corrupt the country is.

Amused at what he saw, Tade decided to move to his faculty, knowing that time was not in his hands.

He got there to meet a greater commotion, guys pushing themselves around the area, some guarding themselves like footballers shielding the ball, ladies hairs scattered on the ground like mad people, the executives shouting at the top of their voices, it resembled a mad house.

He noticed some guys watching them and sitting on an elevated part of the ground. Realising his exhaustion, he sat down to relax and watch the ‘film’ playing out in front of him.

Suddenly, two odd looking men came towards their direction. Men, not boys because they definitely did not look like freshers. Muscles and chest budging out, faces looking handsomely monstrous and eyes red like Sango’s own in a fit of rage, they were certainly not students, or so Tade thought.

The strange men went to the crowd and started sizing the freshers up, slapping one or two of them in the process.

Tade watched as the previously rowdy queue turned taciturn and quiet, like someone seized their voices. He looked on with surprise as the men began to extort #100 fees from the freshers, beating anyone that resists them. When they were done, the men walked down, probably heading to another faculty. The faculty officers, who were tired of trying to control the crowd, did nothing while all the extortion went on.

Tade went towards one of them. “Please, who are those guys? Why did none of you stop them?”

]The older student simply ignored him and went on with his business, miffing Tade. He decided to meet another senior student ,otherwise known as ‘Stalite’ to ask his question.

“Those guys belong to the Red Axes cult. He replied. They are one of the strongest cult groups in school and one of their members is the LSS president. So really there is no point trying to stop them.”
When he saw Tade’s repulsed face, he gave a hearty smile.
“E be like say you be fresher.”

Tade was surprised by his change of language. “Don’t worry, after they have collected their dues, they don’t come back until the next day. So quickly enter queue and do your registration finish so that you won’t have to do it again.”

“Thanks a lot. Am Tade.”

“I am Efe. Oya go sharp, sharp.”

Tade walked quickly to the queue and managed to slip himself through, denying some students their places.

When it got to his turned, the tired faculty officers asked him to bring out his credentials. Bringing out his secondary school certificate among other stuffs, he laid everything in front of them, before arranging them and moving them to each officer, wasting no time. After all the documentation and payment, he walked straight out of the registration area and moved to another part of the faculty, registering with his Chambers, the Equity Chambers. On getting there,he was asked to pay some more dues and more certification. Receipts were issued at each payment. He then walked out and came across Shade.

To be continued

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