For more than two weeks, my life has been reduced to hell due to the handwork of Asquith. I was hoping to make a fresh start at preparatory international school, Lusaka, Zambia. I enjoyed the particularly lovely weather of this new place. It was sunshine all the way. The school itself was a paragon of beauty – no tall buildings, only lovely bungalow buildings that squatted in the well lushed lawn. The area was so posh and peaceful that you wouldn’t ever imagine a fly being hurt in this place. The glasses in the windows were all crystal clear. The classrooms were so spacious and we were a maximum of sixteen pupils in the class. The air was always cool and the fans blew a mixture of warm and cool air. This school was tucked in between the lovely hills of Metibe in Lusaka, Zambia.
From the first day, Asquith was determined to make my life a ruin. He would taint and taunt me. He enjoyed bullying me, he delighted seeing me miserable, he was just in ecstasy seeing me in pains. Something had to be done, and that right quick too. If not, I would disintegrate.
Asquith was a very muscular boy, with almost all his veins showing. He had a very athletic build, and was always ready to demonstrate his strength. Almost everybody was scared of him. He had his way all the time and he was a compulsive liar. He looked a lot older than the rest of us.
Having suffered in silence for two weeks, I was determined to put an end to this. Junior, Kola, Effson and myself were sitting in the far left corner of the handball pitch discussing how to end this nonsense.
“So what should we do?” Kola queried.
“I have an idea” Junior echoed.
Each time Junior spoke, we couldn’t help laughing because we thought it would be connected to food. No wonder he looked so round, like a football. His cheeks looked thoroughly pumped, just short of bursting. To make matters worse he was quite short.
“What’s the idea?” Effson asked.
“I bet it’s about food” I joked.
“Ya’ll will love this, and it’s going to work” Junior continued.
“Say it then” we all seemed to chorus.
“Asquith has a dark past you know, I mean a terrible past”
“Really” I asked.
“What is it?” Effson quizzed.
“Just hold on everybody! I tell ya, you will love it. That is why Asquith never messes with me. I am the only one who knows his dark past. Next time he harasses you, just mention Entebbe.”
“Huh?” everyone wondered.
Junior narrated to the quadrant the entire story behind that magic word ‘Entebbe’. At the end of it all … everyone admitted nothing could surpass that.
“Efiat come here!” ordered Asquith.
“I aint coming.” I responded.
“What did ya say? So you even talk back at me now”
I pretended not to hear him and walked on.
“Efiat, I repeat, come here!”
“I aint coming”
“By the count down of three, if I do not see you here, consider yourself dead – three, two, one…”
Asquith charged towards me, expecting me to act in my usual old self. With his strong arms grasping the collar of my shirt and dragging me to himself, I pronounced ‘Entebbe’. He literally froze. His hands dropped off me and he looked at me with such regret. His eyes welled up with frustration, confusion, and he stood transfixed for about two minutes. His mouth was getting wider in awe, and he couldn’t gather himself to recover from the shock.
I walked away as he stood gazing at my form fade out of view.