The Stories I Tell...

This is a story that you have probably heard before. Even though I wouldn’t wish it on you, it is very possible that you've featured in a story like this. For now, though, this is Bayo's story. Bayo had just entered that period called puberty about two years ago. Looking at him though, you wouldn't have known. He did not grow facial hair neither did he grow body hair neither did his voice upgrade to a deeper version. One thing was for sure; he had definitely started seeing girls in a new light. A rosy coloured light. There was this one girl in particular... Bayo saw her at his worship centre. She was dark skinned in colour, cut her hair low and was always dressed simply but elegantly. She and her family had started worshipping at the centre only   a few weeks ago. They always sat on the front seats, close to the podium. What especially called her to his attention was the spectacles she wore. Although he didn't know it yet, Bayo had a thing for girls wearing ...

"Fire, tears, and blood! There will be fire, tears, and blood!! Yes! Along with broken bones for those of you who disobey my holy commandment! Thou shalt not cheat in my exam hall. Some of you might be thinking, 'Cheat but don't get caught', I laugh in Pythagoras. I have eyes in the back of the head, nostrils that sniff out iniquity and ears that can hear even your cheating thoughts. There shall be no spying or carrying of 'bomb' in this hall! Otherwise, fire, tears, blood and broken bones!" This fire and brimstone sermon was being 'preached' by Mr. Dickson, our Introductory Technology teacher. I say preached but what I actually mean is yelled. Or boomed. Or shouted. You get my drift. Mr. Dickson was a towering individual; both tall, and wide also. He looked like the baby of The Rock and a sumo wrestler. If such a thing ever happened. He had dark skin, a bald head, flat nose, and thick ugly lips.  Mr. Dickson, or Mr. Ugly baby, as we called...