Hearing about the movie "Devil Wears Prada" reminded me of Federal Government College, Kaduna. There was this headgirl in my form 3 who had it in for me. First she kept busting me on sesame street, which we also called "Slope" because the road sloped down from the dining hall to the Girl's dorm area. It also led in the direction of the classroom area.
This was where guys waited and I mean Waited...while someone, most probably a junior girl, goes into the dorm to call the subject of your affection. Oh how hard we tried. Too bad things never worked out with Wunmi and I, because of the Devil who wears Bata. [Note: names have been changed to protect the innocent:)]
You would think that she would be happy busting my love life but she was not done with me yet. During one prep session in the dining hall - in those days when junior boys were made to study with the girls - maybe I was oratorically fluent or something, but the next thing I know, this headgirl comes to me and hands akimbo goes "what is funny, why are you smiling like a christmas goat?" Chei, see, if I was alone, it would have been okay, but Wunmi was on the table right across from me!! She continued "Stand on the table and carry your books on your head since you cannot read them!!!"
In front of ALL the girls and Wunmi dearest, I climbed the table with its half cracked surface still somewhat smeared with the stew from the evening meal of Fried yam and stew. I carried my "France Afrique book," my intro-tech text book and of course my Social studies textbook which Mrs. Utsu had asked us to read. I could not wait for Prep to end and it did not come any quickly. Bisi was a terror, a devil if you ask me.
It was only later, a few weeks later I might add, when some Senegal house boys were yabbing me about my punishment, that it came to light that my school father had been toasting the devil, he had dissed her, rejected her advances and dated someone else. The sins of the father were being visited upon the son. The devil definitely wears Bata even if it is a rubber sandal.
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