Isa walked into the school compound in a bubble of confidence.
His China white shirt was immaculate as it sat on brown khaki trousers. His brown leather sandals were well polished and neat.
Isa Yakubu was the labour prefect of his school. He stood at almost 6 feet and behaved like a god. From a distance Isa was a good student, well-mannered and an excellent ambassador of the school. He had succeeded in deceiving his teachers and the members of staff. However, when he was not bullying junior students, he was plotting some kind of mischief with his boys. Isa was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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The only son of a rich cattle trader, Isa got all he wanted from his father. His father had three wives – Aisha, Kudirat and Rukayat, they each had three children. It was strange that only Aisha gave him a male child. Isa’s father hated the fact that his wives had shamed him by filling his house with female children. Isa on the other hand was loved but didn’t have an example of how to treat women with respect.
None of his siblings went to school, his father explained that it was a waste of resources to train a girl child in school. His father was a strong believer that a woman’s place was in the kitchen. He had told Isa that women were to be seen but not heard, that was his mantra.
At age sixteen, Isa was his father’s son indeed.
Isa began to have a fondness for Zainab, the second child of Kudirat, his half-sister. Zainab was two years younger than Isa. She was the prettiest of all his Siblings. Her shiny dark hair was long and curly, she had her mother’s face and her father’s height. She looked like a goddess but in her father’s eyes she was just another female child, a waste of resources.
With the passing of time, Isa’s fondness for Zainab grew.
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Isa was preparing for his final exams in the secondary school. He walked into the school premises in his usually bubble of confidence.
“Good morning Senior Isa” Some junior students greeted.
The greeting was out of fear than respect.
Isa just responded by nodding his head.
He walked into the classroom with some of his boys and the entire class became quiet. Most times Isa and his boys preferred to read in the junior classes. They enjoyed terrorising them. “If I hear a noise from anyone I will deal with the person severely. Is that clear?” Asked Isa The junior students were scared, they answered together, “Yes Senior Isa”
The only sound that was heard was the chattering of Isa and his boys.The junior students were too scared to make a sound. “Isa, I like that your sister Zainab …” Mohammed spoke in their vernacular.
Before he could complete his statement Isa cut in. “Mo, don’t even go there. Don’t like my sister for any reason”
Mohammed, Bala, Bello and Isa were best of friends. They had been close friends since their first year in the secondary school. Mohammed was the womaniser, Bala was the smoker, Bello was the drinker and Isa was the king of the pack, a combination of all the others.
“What do you mean I shouldn’t like your sister for any reason, you wan marry am?” Mohammed joked.
He hadn’t noticed that the expression on Isa’s face had moved from friendly to Violent.
Bello was the next to step in. “Mo, you self relax nau. The guy say him no want make you near him sister, na by force ?”
Mohammed protested, “But guy, she no even be your sister nau”
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Joy, one of the junior students in the class had been eavesdropping and she didn’t realised when she giggled at their discussion.
Isa noticed her and that was her undoing.
“Are you mad?”
“Sorry Senior Isa” she pleaded
“Stand up, go outside and pick pin”
She stood to her feet and was already in tears as she went to the front of the class. Bala tried to beg for the girl “Isa, abeg pity the small girl”
“Bala, don’t tell me nonsense. How will you tell me that a JSS 3 student is a small girl? She is laughing at me” Isa protested.
“That’s what I am talking about, Zainab would be in SSS 2 if she was in school. So why can’s she be my girlfriend” Mohammed said disdainfully.
Isa was getting more and more angry. Unfortunately Joy had walked into the crossfire.
Joy was the daughter of a missionary that had come to the northeast to preach the gospel. She was a very intelligent student that avoided the spotlight. Her classmates felt very helpless as they watched Isa punish their star student. She cried as she placed the index finger of her left hand on the floor and lifted her right leg.
“Will you shut up and stop crying? Oya drive Okada” Isa commanded her
She was still in tears as she assumed the position of someone that was sitting in a motorcycle. She squatted then lifted her hands as though she was holding the handle bars of a motorcycle. She was sweating all over.
Isa was still vexed by what Mohammed had said about his half-sister.
He walked up to Joy and shouted at her. “Are you mad? I said stop crying!”
Rather than stop crying, she cried even more.
Isa became furious, he slapped her. He pulled out his belt and started flogging her. Joy cried with each stroke.
Bala, Bello and Mohammed rushed to calm him down. He stopped flogging her. Joy stopped crying.
Something was wrong.
She started to tear her clothes. She stood in front of the class completely naked and she began to curse him. “Isa, you will never know peace. Nothing you touch will prosper. The people you love will disappoint you. Life will never go well with you.”
It was as though an evil spirit had entered into her.
Her classmates had never seen anybody stand up to Senior Isa. They had never heard Joy speak in such a manner. They feared that she would receive even worse beating. Isa’s friend was scared of what Isa would do to her.
He looked at her nakedness, thought about all she had said, and he walked away.
... To be continued