Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

6 years ago

Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

It was the day of WAEC mathematics. My day.

I was in sch as early as 7am. Mr popoola(sounds like paw paw) our school Mathematic teacher came to meet me at the corpers office where i was seating alone. He told me that all the students had paid for the answers of the Mathematic to be solved and brought to them in the hall. He also told me that all i needed to do was to smuggle out one question paper from any of the students, bring it to him in the staff room, he solves it, and i return to him later to take the answers to distribute to the student. After the Exam i would be paid 5k. A cool way to make 5k if i may say, not knowing it would be an heaculean task.

The exam started. The external examiner seemed like a strict man to me. “you there!! Stand up, u are copying abi?” i said. The lanky boy stood up with surprise written all over him bcos he was sure he wasn’t copying. But i had a plan.

I came to where the boy stood, looked to confirm the external examiner wasn’t looking at me, grabbed the boy’s question paper and folded it quickly into my pocket. I winked at the boy and he understood my plan, “now sit down and don’t copy again” i said to the boy.

The external examiner tot i was doing my job, not knowing i was after my 5k.

I gave Mr Popoola the question paper and returned to the hall. Suddenly, “you that girl stand up, take ur desk and chair outside, u will write the rest of this exam outside the hall alone bcos you were copying” the eternal examiner commanded.

This fair beauty stood up reluctantly and took her chair and desk outside, “how dis kin fine girl go dey copy na” i tot as she catwalked outside. “corper go with her outside, and make sure she doesn’t cheat” the External examiner was reffering to me.

“sir pls na, help me beg him na” she was pleading with me to plead on her behalf, “is she sorry yet?” the Eternal examiner asked from inside, “no sir, she is still complaining” i responded. 10minutes later, the fair beauty was smiling, instead of frowning, i never knew she had a plan. A s’eductive plan.
Few minutes later her pen fell on the floor in front of her, “sir pls help me pick my pen” she said. I bent down to pick the pen. What i saw made my d’ick rise instanta. She wasn’t putting on p’anties, i saw what was in between her legs clearly, she even opened her legs wider for me to see clearer.”so dis girls dem no dey wear p’ant come school abi?” i asked myself. “is she sorry yet?” the external examiner asked again, “yes oh!!” i shouted still bending down and viewing. What was in between her legs had saved her.

Mr Popoola flashed me; a sign that he had finished solving the questions. I told the External examiner i wanted to go ease myself and i left to go collect the answers from Mr popoola.

As i came back, i tot of the method i would use to distribute the answers. I concluded to use this method: once i intend to give any student the solution, i would bring out the paper containing the solution from my pocket, go close to the student’s desk, stamp my palm silently on the desk leaving the paper and winking at the student to be careful. That was the method i used to distribute the answers to practically all the students.

I was happy i helped them. But what i wasn’t sure of was if the answers i distributed were correct, bcos Mr Popoola had bad records for solving wrongly.