The Aso residence was swarming with news reporters and aggrieved family members of the deceased speaker, it was said that the forensic teams could not find the bullet but it was definitely a single shot to the cranium that ended Hon. Imeji; a professional one at that.
Assari switched off the TV and packed his school bag. Among its contents were a pack of Gold Bond rizzlas, a little of bag hemp, some textbooks, his laptop and most importantly the Eraser Anti-magnum Assault pistol or EAMP: his favorite weapon of choice. The black gun had a blood red handle and three power gauges located beneath the safety lock. He didn’t go anywhere without his bag which wasn’t surprising seeing as it contained his favorite things.
He climbed down the stairs of the apartment building he lived in and crossed over to the other side of the road to await a cab.
“Atkinson University” he said as the green cab with two white horizontal stripes grinded to a halt in front of him. In a matter of minutes he was at the school gate, he got out of the cab and paid the fare of N200 naira.
He strolled in casually, noting its cleanliness as was expected at the start of a new semester, and the incoming students were too easily identified as though the word “freshman” was written their innocently ignorant faces. He noticed a few of the older students, some had enrolled the same time as he did and were acting as tour guides. The girls were most likely looking for a new glamorous and rich addition to their crew, the boy guides were looking for the next naïve girl to screw.
“Asssssarriii!!!!!!!! My love” screamed the dark haired girl. It was so clear that it was a weave, Brazilian weave as they called it.
“I’ve missed you hun, how was your break?” she said with a coy smile as she reached out with arms outstretched to hug and kiss him.
“Your breasts have gotten bigger, that’s a good thing”
“You perv! Assari, you will never change, still love you though”
He pushed her away from him and switched directions towards the shady grove of trees located near the back of the hostel dorms, he would talk to Chidinma or chi-chi as she was fondly known later. He had the whole of this year to do so, but for now he just didn’t have her time.
The smoke curled up towards the sky from the joint on his lips as he sat under his favorite tree. It was his choice spot for music meditation or musicotherapy as he liked to call it. He played his favorite songs in peace, no disturbance. The song Mary Jean by Boy CuDDer ended as he finished his joint and got up to go to class.
Assari was a tall kid, 6 ft in height with narrow, fierce brown eyes that gave the impression of staring into the eyes of a tiger. He had a slender yet athletic and masculine build. His skin had a natural tan as a result of the sun’s rays continuously dyeing it a darker shade from its previously fair color. His wardrobe was bizarrely simple with a lot of blue and black.
One look at this laid-back gentleman puts you in mind of a crazed lunatic. If the thin twin streaks of blue running horizontally across the side of his hair didn’t give him away, then his fluctuating moods surely did. One moment he was moody and anti social, the next moment he was friendly and inspirational, it was as though his emotions had an on and off switch; he was unpredictable and that was what kept people on their toes when they were around him.
It was the latter part of his sophomore year in college and he had turned nineteen two months ago.
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