BIRTHDAY EDITION

SERIOUS BUSINESS There are times you examine yourself and you are in doubt if you are good or bad, nice or terrible, a demon or an angel. One minute you are on your knees crying to be purged. The next minute you are stirring hard but not expecting result. Last Friday, I hurried away from work leaving my lesson notes on my principal’s table. As a teacher, I had to prepare my lesson notes for the following week. I wasn’t sure if I will be in school on Monday because I had SERIOUS business to attend to. On Saturday I got confirmation that the SERIOUS business will be on Monday and Thursday the following week. There are times when a man needs to enjoy stress. That stress you gladly engage in with a damsel mourning under you and turning into different exhilarating positions. And something deep inside you will be saying ‘…just keep going’. That same Saturday, I sent a text message to my principal to inform her that I was having serious headache as a result of insomnia. She asked me to check my blood pressure, but of course there was no need. On Sunday, I sent a message to my principal that I must visit the hospital on Monday, that the situation had got worst. She approved it. The SERIOUS business that gave ENJOYABLE STRESS started around 6pm on Sunday. Although with several breaks in transmission, it ended at about 6:30am on Monday, with a total duration of 9hours of energetic thrusting. I have to spare you the details. I got my tired body out of my drenched bed at about 11:30am on Monday morning. I signed-in at the school gate at 1:20pm and headed for my principal’s office. I was hale and hearty but needed to put up my best act to ensure that I got Thursday off. The vibrant young man transformed to a terribly sickly man that held his head at intervals and will stop in between conversation to groan. I told her the truth that I got out of bed at about 11am, but lied that I was induce to sleep by the doctor because of insomnia, whereas it as a result of SERIOUS business. Every teacher sent their condolences, and one gave me food, of course I needed it desperately to gain back lost strength. The following day, I maintained the act, following the script dogmatically. I had obviously entered into character and moved a step into reality, because I was beginning to feel the pains I claimed to have. My principal struggled to tell me that out WAEC letter was ready at Ikorodu and asked if I could make it down the following day which was Wednesday. I told her that Thursday would be better. Although, I had three periods on Wednesday and four on Thursday, I told her Thursday was preferred. I acted all the way till Wednesday and I was given transportation to the venue for my SERIOUS business and school duties. I concluded the SERIOUS business at about 12:05pm on Thursday, despite the heat; I had to endure the heat to enjoy the BUSINESS. I put in my very best and the rest was history. I headed down to Ikorodu and then to Obalende for official duty. I got to school on Friday, my colleagues weren’t informed that I went out on official duty, and one after another asked about my health and apologized that they didn’t call. I smiled and told them that it was official duty and of course SERIOUS business. They didn’t understand. Minutes later, I heard a colleague saying, ‘If sex is not the most exciting physical activity to you as a man or woman, you have a problem!’ I grinned with smile and continued marking my students’ notes. JUST FICTION Written by ONI AFOLABI AJIBOLA Aka A4 08036126690, oniafoabiajibola@tyahoo.com 27/10/2013 12:15pm For more contact www.afolabioni.blogspot.com