Thursday, 7 April 2016

The Tale Of A Private Lesson Teacher (Episode 2)

She looked into my eyes and released a cute smile, her dimple made a hole. I smiled back at her too. I dashed out of the compound. As I stood in front of the gate, a cab dropped a young girl in front the house. I recognised the face as the same thing I saw on the picture, this must be janet. I said to her “HI”. She just ignored, passed by and knock on the gate which the gate-man later opened. I said to my self. Chaiiiii, why this girl come rude and dey arrogant like this na?… … . Over the weekend, I had a fresh hair cut, a fresh perfume, a new 3 packs of shirt all ahead of my new job. I relocated to my own apartment in akure where I used to live before I left for service. Finally, its monday, I went straight to my new job at 10am. “Ko ko ko”, I knocked on the gate, the gate-man opened, looked at me. He recognize me. Madam no dey around, “he replied” but madam say make aunty janet attend to you, aunty janet dey inside. I entered into the compound. Knock on the main door. “Ko ko ko”. Who is that?, a voice answered from inside. Its me onihaxy, I replied. She opened the door and stood at the entrance. **Chaiiiiii, janet was wearing a black round neck top, the Tips were pointing out, I guess she isn’t wearing a bra, she wore a micro mini skirt, she has an average height with a yam leg******* JANET: ****i guess she can’t recognize seeing me days back, well its normal sha, girls don’t recollect seeing guys but guy can always recollect seeing a lady at 12 midnight.****,who are u looking for? ME: I am the new lesson teacher. Mummy told me to resume today. JANET:, ****still not smiling**** really?, come in and have your seat……. Sikira!!!!!!!, where is this silly girl?, she screamed. **i thought in mind, this girl must be mean, see the wey she dey scream on this poor girl.**** sikira came out, she saw me sitting, she smiled at me and said “Hello sir”, I smiled back and said “hi”. Janet frowned at her and shouted at her, “pick this cup and get out of here, “. Sikira left and janet turned to me. I looked at her again and can’t believe she is 19. Her body shape looks 24. She is robust like “akebaje”. She sat down on the other chair, she smiled a little. JANET: I’m sorry pls, that is just lazy, if I don’t shout at her, she will never work. So what is your name again? ME: onihaxy JANET: ok, mummy already informed I and my brother that you will be coming around to tutor us. So let’s talk ME: ok JANET: I hope you will tutor well because you will be the 4th teacher to be employed this year, they all are not good at teaching, and when I notice that you are not good, I will report you to mum and you will be fired. ME: **my heart skip beats****, I am a good and born teacher, I will try my best. JANET: better. So let’s discuss the time table. Mummy said 5 times a week but I want it 3 or 4 times. And mummy must not know about this. Understood? ME: ****no wonder you no pass jamb, lazy girl****. Ok, I replied JANET: so what time and day will be ok for you? ME: any day and time you fix is ok JANET: anyday and time?. I thought you teach at a school? Or don’t you work elsewhere? ME: ***chaiiiiiiii, this girl is rude oooo, see as she dey question me****, I used to teach when I served. I just passed out and still job hunting. JANET: *raised eye brow* so you are a graduate?, you have served?, waaooooooh, I was thinking you are an NCE holder or school cert. That is interesting. She smiled. ME: ***chaiii, see as my small stature dey embarrass me****. So what time will u prefer? JANET: monday, Wednesday, friday and saturday. You will come at 2pm, teach me till 4pm when gideon will be back from school. Then start with gideon from 4:30 to 6pm. Is that ok by you. ME: its ok. So can we start today?. JANET: no problem, will you wait behind? Or come back by 2pm? ME: **thought***, I think I will come back. But where is mummy JANET: don’t you know she will be at work? She is a banker and won’t be back untill 6:30pm or 7pm. ME: **chaiii, this girl is naturally rude***,

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