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Chapter Seven Of The Life Changer (Read Jamb Novel 2022)
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Chapter Seven Of The Life Changer (Read Jamb Novel 2022)

When she was summoned by the Examination Malpractice and Ethics Committee vide a letter asking her to report to the committee in a week, she tried to do what every lawbreaker usually attempted to do when caught; she tried to find ways around the rules. She couldn’t.

The established law of EMAL was so clear that most students when caught would simply pack their belongings and leave the school and go and sit for another qualifying exams at another university.

That is, they would seek admission again through JAMB to another school. Most did not even bother to honour the summons of the Examinations and Ethics Committee. They would just leave since, in the end, they knew the outcome. Most universities had zero tolerance for examinations malpractices.

But when you were in the last semester of your final year, the desperation goes deeper than that. Leaving school would literally have to be the last thing you would want to do.

Salma therefore went and met Tomiwa and confided in her predicament. Tomiwa was genuinely sympathetic and asked Salma what they should do under the circumstance.

“I was thinking of talking to Labaran to talk to Habib who would put a word for me in ears of the Committee Chairman or the Vice-Chancellor or someone higher up. You know these politicians, they have their ways.

They are very influential.” Tomiwa nodded, knowing indeed that Salma’s condition was desperate at the same time doubting whether the strategy would work. Somebody higher up? Could she be referring to the Visitor to the University? That is the President for crying out loud! But in her situation, one would try almost anything. Desperate measures, so said the sage, required desperate remedies.

Salma did as she told Tomiwa she would. Habib asked Labaran to bring her to his office.

It was the first time she was there. Tomiwa herself had been to the office only a few times. As she sat on the sofa opposite him, Salma took in the magnificent office in one glance. It was simply luxurious.

It was tastefully furnished and had so much space, Salma wondered what they would be doing there. Then she espied a collapsible conference table linked to the wall facing the office entrance. The name on his desk read, HABIB LAWAL, SPEAKER.

Salma heaved a sigh of relief. Habib was indeed no ordinary honourable. He was the Speaker of the House. After the State Governor and Deputy Governor, he was the next most influential figure in the state. And to imagine that this was the man she gave a fake number to and settled for his driver? God, what kind of bad spirit was pursuing me?

He sat resplendent behind the huge mahogany desk and was turning from left to right and then left again on his executive swivel chair. Salma could not help admiring the power and influence behind that desk. She reckoned, if anybody was going to get me off the hook, this guy would.

He was very professional and business-like when he said, “I heard your message from Labaran, dear Salma. What exactly do you want me to do for you?”

“I have to graduate, sir. Sorry, honourable. I just have to graduate. It is not just one lousy General Studies course that would see me expelled from the school. No, sir. You have to do something.”

“I understand. You see, the only person I know, who can assist us is

Professor Dabo.”

Salma felt her stomach sink. She fought the overriding desire to rush to the toilet and empty her bladder.

Why must this Professor Dabo keep appearing and reappearing in her life

like a recurring decimal?

“Honourable,” she began and paused.

“Yes?”

“There has to be someone else.”

“Like who do you have in mind?” the honourable reclined on his chair and took a long look at Salma. Then a thin, mischievous smile played across the corners of his lips.

He pressed an invisible button on his desk, and the entrance door automatically locked. Salma did not notice this surreptitious movement…

“Like the Chairman of the EMEC, that is the Chairman of the Exams Malpractice and Ethics Committee. He is a professor of Biological Sciences.”

“What makes you think he would agree to our request?”

“Because they said the man likes money a lot.”

“Chairman of the University Ethics Committee being susceptible to financial underhandedness? That is a laugh.” Honourable Habib actually laughed out loud.

with him.

Salma.

“When it comes to money, every man has his price,” Salma said, laughing

He stood up from his chair and came to sit on the three long sofas nearest to

“I like that philosophy about every man having his price,” he said. “But

what of every woman.”

“Ours is a given. But sometimes who is doing the pricing matters,” she said meaningfully.

“Like, do I matter?” Habib said

She said, “If you do not lose the matter at hand.”

“I will not. We were talking about the Chairman of your committee.” “Yes. I made my own research and people said he can sell his mother’s soul

if the price is right.”

“So like how much do you think we could offer him?”

“Two maybe three hundred thousand.”

“And if I give you that amount, what do I expect in return?”

“When I gave you Tomiwa, what did you give me in return?” “You didn’t give me Tomiwa, remember? She was to be your escape route because you didn’t like me. It turned out that she did not mind going out with me. So the benefit is all hers. Now, the deal is different.”

“How different?” Salma asked.

“You want two or three hundred thousand nairas. And I said what do I get in return?”

“Don’t be mischievous, Honourable. First, you know that the money is not for me. Secondly, you know how we are with Labaran, your friend. And thirdly you know my relationship with Tomiwa, your girlfriend. So if what I suspect you are asking is true, you would know that it is not proper.”

“We are not talking about propriety here, my dear. However else you choose to look at it, it is me who is going to lose money. I have no intention of trading arguments with you. But why would I want to give money to the Chairman of the committee? You. Why would your relationship with Labaran affect what we are doing here?

Did he not himself bring you in here? And Tomiwa? Who would tell her? Me or you?” Salma shifted uncomfortably. She was thinking quickly. Would he really give her that kind of money? If he did, would she be stupid enough to hand over everything to the Committee Chairman? If she didn’t, what would she have to lose? But wait. Let’s cross the bridge when we get to it.

“I understand you, Honourable. But would you give me the money?”

“Sure, if you cooperate.”

“But your door is open, Honourable.”

“No. It is locked.”

Salma was surprised.

The most interesting thing was that even after she got the money from Honourable Habib, Salma found it hard put to give it to the Chairman directly. She met one of the members of the committee who introduced her to the chairman outside the school. The chairman asked her if she was guilty. She said she was guilty but that she wanted him to temper justice with mercy.

The chairman agreed and asked her to meet him at a designated rendezvous, a hotel very far away from the school. She went there all right but declined to sleep with him. She however offered to ransom herself. “Just how much do you think you are worth under the circumstance?”

“You tell me, sir.”

“You know that I am not the only member of the committee. There are four other members. And their palms would also need greasing.”

“I know that. And that is why I do not agree with what you were suggesting earlier. If the whole thing is cleared, we can come here again and celebrate. Just the two of us. What do you think?”

“That is very smart of you,” the Chairman said enigmatically.

“But you still haven’t told me how much you have in mind for your people.”

“Maybe two hundred thousand would do,” the Chairman said.

“If I have two hundred thousand, I would use it to get admission in of any of these private universities

,” alma spoke with a confidence she did not know she possessed. She knew they were in a hotel all by themselves. And the man was talking freely, not minding the risk of being secretly recorded by her. Maybe it did not matter to him one way or the other. He knew she was the one whose life was hanging on the line.

“So how much are you parting with?” he asked.

“I would give you one hundred thousand. And it had better work. If it does not, I would so scream and you would not hear the last of this. Remember, you have more to lose than me when the chips are down.”

“No problem. But subtle threats would not help you under this circumstance. You are hardly in a position to make bargains. I just agreed to the sum because I know you are a student who needs help.”

She dipped her hand into the handbag she carried and gave him the money.

He collected it, divided the bundle into two and thrust them in his trouser

Suddenly a strange thought occurred to her and she voiced it out.

“Sir, I do not even know your name.”

He laughed. “Of what use would my name be to you?”

“If you are not divulging your name, then we might as well…”

“Okay, okay. Dr Kabir. Mohammed Kabir.”

“Okay. I would be leaving now.”

“Be seeing you,” he said and opened his arms for a hug. She declined and offered her hand for a handshake instead. Thereafter, she walked calmly out of the hotel and went home.

When she was called to defend herself before the committee, she was first shocked to see that the person seated on the chair facing her, was not the person to whom she had given the money in the hotel.

Dr Kabir was not a member of the Committee.

This was not possible. She looked again, peering closely and without shame at each member of the committee, still she could not see him. She did not start crying until she discovered that the man whom she hardly knew, who claimed to also be a member of the committee and who introduced her to Dr Kabir was also not there.

I have been duped. She told herself and began to cry.

The man who was at the helm of affairs and other members of the committee mistook her tears for remorse and perhaps repentance. They advised her to calm down and narrate what transpired at the examination hall that day.

She calmed herself and told them the whole story.

In the heat of her agitation, she did not know when she told them that she actually received the cheat notes from Kolawole Abdul.

“And who is Kolawole Abdul?” a member of the committee asked.

“He is my classmate.”

“Is that all? Just a classmate? And he would risk his academic career, discounting the possibility of rustication, for just a classmate?”

Salma’s stomach sank. In fact, she did not know the implication of dropping Kolawole’s name. Why did she make a slip like that? She pestered the boy to help her the way he pestered her to go out with him and she declined to say she preferred they remained good friends. He had agreed and kept his word and distance.

In the end, however, she gave in because he was giving her private tutorials. And he was the brightest. But for him to risk his academic life for her? And this was the way she was repaying him? It was not fair. It simply was not fair.

It was also not fair what men were doing to her. No man ever treated her for her essence; they all related to her based on her looks. And all they ever seemed to want from her was dating her. That included Kolawole.

She mentally ran the whole gamut of the men she knew in her life and came to the conclusion that except for her father, no man, indeed no man, was worthy of being called a man.

So to hell with Kolawole, and Habib, and Labaran, Dr Kabir and all the others who claimed they were helping her by exploiting her. Hahahaha, she laughed inwardly. And Dr Kabir was going to pay. He was the one who took money from her.

Instinctively she knew now that she was not going to escape. She was going to be expelled. She knew that.

“Miss Salma?” the Chairman prompted when he saw that she was lost in her unpleasant reverie.

“Yes, sir?”

“Are you telling the committee that this Kolawole of a fellow who supplied the notes to you just did it because you are classmates?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You have to tell the committee the truth. We do not believe anyone can be that stupid. Just tell us the truth. Your secret is safe with us.’

“Sir, with all due respect, I do not see the relevance of your prying into my personal life. This is an exam malpractice committee. It is not the Student Disciplinary Committee. Moreover, I do not see how my relationship with him one way or the other has any bearing on this case.”

There was total silence among members of the committee.

This was unbelievable. How can a girl be this cheeky? Perhaps she had something up her sleeve.

“We know that,” the chairman said, his voice faltering in spite of himself. “All we wanted to establish was that there was no monetary motive behind what happened. Students have been known to collect or give money for academic collusion.”

“I didn’t give anybody any money.”

“Okay. Can we have his number?”

“Yes,” Salma said and gave out the number.

“We are very sure you know the implication of what you did?” “What did I do again?” Salma raised her brow in affected innocence.

“I mean, you know the implication of examination malpractice?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, that is about all for now. You may go.”

Salma hesitated.

“You will hear from us,” the chairman said.

Salma walked out solemnly though she managed to walk out with a gait of desperate dignity.

“Mum, what did she mean by saying Dr Kabir would pay for it?” I looked at Omar and smiled.

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Chapter Eight Of The Life Changer: This is Chapter Eight of The Life Changer Novel Recommended for Jamb UTME 2022 Candidates written by Khadijat Abubakar Jalli. For some time now So many persons have been asking the question, What is the Jamb new book (The Life Changer) all about and how do I get the summary of the book?

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Chapter Eight Of The Life Changer (Read Jamb Novel 2022)

Mohammed Kabir was not a medical doctor. In fact, he did not even hold a PhD. But almost everyone who knew him addressed him as a doctor.

It – was a nickname he had since he was in secondary school and it stuck. When he was employed as an LT, a Laboratory Technologist, in the university, almost everyone was calling him a doctor.

When his HOD asked him his proper name, he said it was Mohammed Kabir. “I am pleased to meet you, Dr Kabir.” The HOD extended his hand for a handshake. And since then he became Dr Kabir to all. And when he wore his oversized lab coat, the verisimilitude with a genuine doctor was uncanny.

He was a very friendly and intrusive sort of person. He had a way with people, that before you knew he would come real close to you. He was virtually on intimate terms with almost anyone who mattered in the school. This ranged from the Vice-Chancellor, the Faculty Deans down to the Heads of Departments.

Kabir’s friendliness cut across religion and tribe. Everyone was his friend, male or female. The only blemish he had on his character was that he had a weakness for easy money. And most of his colleagues did not know this. So it never bothered them.

It was true that Kabir was friendly, but he was also almost always moody. His state of permanent impecuniosity attested to this. In school, people could not explain this oxymoron of someone being moody and cheerful at the same time.

Most of them however were never close enough to him to know of his financial affairs. Rumour had it that no matter how much money he had, he would always lose it at the cards.

He was more of a compulsive gambler than a habitual one since the money was not regular in coming. Consequently, he was reclusive. But whenever he encountered anyone, he affected this visor of permanent cheerfulness, largely, perhaps, to mask off his real feelings for being alone and destitute.

By the time Labaran finished supplying this information to Habib, it was all Habib could do to stop himself from laughing out loud.

“You are telling me that the person who duped your girlfriend was a common lab attendant?”

“It looks like it Honourable.”

“And a common gambler?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How did you get all this information about him then?”

“When Salma left the committee and came to me crying for justice, I said you were the only person who could help us. So through our campus pimp, I traced and found the person who gave Salma Kabir’s name.

We gave him a little working over and threatened to expose him to the school authority for the racket, or is it syndicate, they are superintending in the university. He opened up and sang like a canary.”

“So, how do you intend to deal with the matter?”

“Zaki, of course.”

Honourable Habib was quiet for a long while. He was not comfortable with Zaki at all. The last time he was instructed to deal with Alhaji Adamu by kidnapping his son, he bungled it.

He had to involve the services of one inexperienced villager and together they got themselves arrested. It was to his credit that he did not divulge my name. That blunder cost me over a quarter of a million naira.

It was not so much to secure their release as it was to protect my name. The police were asking for over a million naira to kill the matter. Luckily, my position helped.

I remember distinctly that the village shamus, what was his name, Talle, I think, had to be instructed to go and settle in a remote village, not better than the Lafayette he loved so much, but no worse.

The police ensured that he was physically taken there and they made him promise never to set foot on Lafayette soil again. He gave his word after they threatened to open the case of kidnapping against him anytime he was even rumoured to be seen in Lafayette.

Talle had assured them that he would never visit his village again and vowed never to have anything to do with anyone that he did not know before.

I heard that he went about telling people that he was a successful farmer in his new village that lay somewhere between Nigeria and Niger. The actual story that filtered out was that he was into smuggling. I did not know and really did not much care.

I was more concerned with Zaki. He may never be straightforward, but he had his day. He was visibly involved with the business of importing and exporting spare parts of cars. But once in a while, he would rent out his brawn for additional income. And he never bothered to find out the legality or otherwise of this additional income. Labaran was right. We needed Zaki.

Omar was looking strangely at me. I noticed also that Jamila, Teemah and even Bint had their eyes transfixed on me in total surprise, even disbelief. They wanted more details perhaps. But the immediacy of the story took care of the moment. If they wanted, they could ask whatever clarification they required after I was done with my tale. So I resumed.

So Zaki was contacted and he trailed Kabir to one of his regular gambling joints. Zaki waited in the suffocating and densely smoky gambling hall till it was late in the night when they were almost done with their dealings. He entertained himself by mentally running over in his mind the chorus he knew off hand from the song of late Kenny Rogers, The Gambler:

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em

Know when to fold’em

Know when to walk away

And know when to run

You never count your money

When you’re sittin’ at the table

There’ll be time enough countin’

When the dealin’s done.

Maybe Kabir was aware of the song, maybe he was not. What was instructive was that, by some indirect telepathic instigation, after the time he cleared a major win, contrary to expectations of all gamblers, including himself, he said he had had enough for the night.

He came to the arena with less than fifty thousand nairas and now he was three hundred thousand nairas richer. To the consternation and chagrin of all those who respect the cards more than their God, they watched solemnly as Kabir stood up to go. This was simply against the norm. No gambler worthy of the name left the table after winning. They were often known to leave after losing. Or when the game was off.

The Kartagi, that is the leader of the gambling group, reputed to be inconsiderate, tough and definitely merciless, winked surreptitiously at a thug seated opposite him to correct this anomaly. The anomaly of a gambler leaving the table after winning when the game was still on. The thug nodded, stood up and began following Kabir at safe distance. But the distance was not safe enough.

For Zaki also was following Kabir though the thug was between them and unaware of this fact. At the time, though, Zaki himself did not know that the thug was following Kabir.

It was after a series of turns that brought them to an unlit alley that Zaki believed that someone else was following his prey. This confirmed two things; Kabir did not have as many friends in the gambling arena as he did in the school and secondly, he must have won plenty of money this night to warrant his being followed.

Before he could take a turn to the brighter side of town, the thug hurried up and tackled Kabir from behind, making him fall. The thug was not even hooded, but Kabir did not have time to immediately recognise or identify who fell him.

Before he could make sense of what was happening, he felt the weight of another man on top of them. The three of them sprawled on the floor fighting and kicking at one another.

The thug was more shocked because he did not believe that his boss would send another thug after him. That meant kartagi did not trust him. I will show that bastard once I get free from this.

While this was going on, Kabir had a good look at the thug and shouted, “Gumuzu? You mean this is how you guys operate? I have never won anything as substantial as this in my entire life, and now you can’t even allow me to keep it? Is it you or Kartagi?”

“It is your mother!” Zaki said as he landed Kabir a very deafening blow. Gumuzu saw that he was no match for Zaki and attempted to back off. He almost succeeded but Zaki gave him a heavy karate kick that landed in the groin.

This made Gumuzu yell and scream out loud. He doubled up in pain and held his groin with his two hands. He remained in that position for a few seconds more and when the pain receded somewhat, and at the slightest sight of escape opportunity, he ran down the alley and disappeared into the darkness.

Zaki now had his hands around Kabir’s neck trying to choke him. When he was certain Kabir the money?” got the message, he eased up the pressure and asked, “Where is

“Here, here. It is in my inner pockets. Please don’t kill me. Tell Kartagi, I would never set my foot in the gambling hall again. I thought they were straight people, good people. I did not know that all of them are crooks. All gamblers are cheats!”

“And what are you?” Zaki said sarcastically, as he slowly retrieved the money from Kabir’s pocket.

“I am a decent employee of the university.”

Zaki slapped him hard, across his face and spat, “Indeed. And do you

know one Salma?”

Kabir sat up groggily feeling the pain all over his body. He only heard the

question faintly.

“Salma?” he repeated uncertainly.

Zaki kicked him by the side again and said, “You heard me the first time.”

“Yes, yes. I know her.”

“Well then, this is for her, for the money you collected from her, for lying to her and for coming to gamble with her money. And indeed for all the girls, you have been deceiving by impersonating one officer of the university or another. She has a tape of your conversation and we are going to make it available to the school authority at the appropriate time.

This,” he kicked him hard again, “is a message from Kartagi. He said if this is the kind of gambler you are, then you are not fit to be called one. He warned that you should be careful when next you meet him or any of his boys.” He kicked him again.

“That is my comeuppance,” strangely that was what Kabir heard in his head before he passed out.

Zaki took the money to Labaran.

By the time Labaran counted the money and saw there was three hundred thousand nairas, he counted fifty thousand and gave to Zaki and held unto the rest.

He had no intention of handing the money over to Habib. This was not betrayal, he reckoned. He justified his act by giving himself three reasons why the money must not go to Honourable Habib: in the first place, Habib was the Speaker of the house, and therefore did not need such a paltry sum as three hundred thousand nairas.

Secondly, he reasoned that Habib was in no position to know how much he took from Kabir, or if he collected anything at all because as a perpetual gambler, no one would expect Kabir to even have a kobo on him. Thirdly, and more disturbingly, Labaran was sure that Habib did not give the money to Salma just like that.

It was a payment for some service rendered, which serves all of them were well too aware of. No. It did not amount to a betrayal of what he was doing. If it must be categorised then this act of non-remittal would simply appear like a levelling up. After all, he was all prepared not to think about what must have transpired between Salma and Habib as a betrayal. It was simply convenience. And this was certainly convenient to him.

At this point, I paused in my narration and asked for a refill of my zobo

Omar seemed to have a million and one questions to ask but he restrained

“Is there anything you want to ask, my dear?” I asked him directly. “Mum, I just want to know how Honourable Habib ended up.” “I would give anything to know how he ended up myself. But Salma did not say.”

“There simply is no justice on this earth.”

I did not quickly agree with my son. But I know he was right.

drink.

himself.

It was not in me, as a mother, to underscore his feeling of despondency over the affairs of the world. Or indeed his disenchantment with the social set up as a whole. But he was right. Justice was just ice. Frozen. Perhaps never to thaw until those who matter decided to make it thaw.

“But there is always justice in the hereafter, my son.”

“The journey to the hereafter is rather long and tedious, mum. And frankly, I am not in a hurry to go there?”

“Go where?” Bint asked him?

“The hereafter,” he replied without thinking. “I don’t want to go there either.” Bint was not sure what he was talking about. But she believed if her brother said he was not in a hurry to go to any place, then it would be wise for anyone who had the sense to delay going to that place as long as possible.

“That reminds me of the incident that happened when Salma lost her father while she was in the university.”

“What happened, mummy?” Teemah asked.

On the eighth day after the funeral, Salma came to the hostel all the worse for wear. She was really looking haggard. It became obvious to anyone who cared to observe that the girl was in mourning. Her friends and roommates, Ngozi, Ada and Tomiwa had collectively gone to commiserate with her for her loss. So when she got back, they saw that she was really down physically and spiritually, they still commiserated with her further.

Ngozi however could not resist asking her the all-important question that had been at the back of her mind since the death took place.

“Why are you people always in a hurry to bury your dead?”

Salma did not answer. Tomiwa however picked up the gauntlet. “What precisely do you mean by that?”

“Take it easy, my dear. I just meant to observe that you people seem eager to bury your people as soon as they are pronounced dead.”

Tomiwa was sitting on top of the bed at the upper bunk, she now jumped down when she heard this. She sat near Salma while she addressed Ngozi.

“There are three things wrong with your observation. The first is that we do not bury people. We bury corpses. As soon as a person is pronounced dead, his personality automatically ceases with his last expiry of breath.

The second thing is, we are not eager to bury our dead. We were anxious for them to get well when they were ill, but the moment they die, our anxiety ends and their own begins as creatures bound for a rendezvous with their Creator.

We do not want to delay the meeting. Moreover, we are religiously enjoined to hasten their funeral, since the more they delay the more anguish that would be unleashed on the family of the bereaved.

And thirdly, when you look at it objectively, the funeral delay does not have advantages on anyone. It does not help the dead. The body would begin to decompose after a while. And it does not matter how well you think you have preserved it. It does not help the bereaved either who are made to grieve several times over.”

“What exactly do you mean, Tommy? You cannot be serious.” Ngozi said, her tone uncertain. “You mean someone dies and you rush to bury him like he was a nobody. Like he was a nobody? Nodast rites, no lying in state, no waiting for his children and relations to come and bid him final farewell?”

“If the children are around when he dies, fine. Nothing stops them from praying for him there and then and forever thereafter.” “Yes, Ngozi. Children pray for their parents and the Lord God would hear

“Forever thereafter?” their prayers and take pity on the soul of the dead.” “Mhmmm. For us, all good deeds, and bad ones for that matter, cease with the seizure of breath.”

“So you do not pray for the dead?”

“No,” Ngozi said with needless emphasis. “Such prayers are like medicine after death, ineffectual.”

“So what does RIP mean?”

“What?”

“You heard me the first time. What does RIP mean?”

“It means to rest in peace.” Ngozi was not sure where the question was leading to.

“Who or what should rest in peace?”

“The soul of the departed.”

“I thought you said you do not pray for the dead.”

“We are not praying for the dead. We are praying for the repose of his soul.”

“Whose soul?”

“The dead.”

At this juncture, even Ngozi herself was not too convinced again. “So, tell me,” Tomiwa said, “why do you delay burials?”

“First, to make sure that we are not burying our relations alive.” “And where do you keep them to ensure that they are alive? The morgue?”

Ngozi ignored this remark and let drop what she considered her trump card.

“The more we delay the funeral the more we allow people, friends and relations who are living far away to come and pay their last respect so that they would not be tormented after the body is interred.”

“I think differently, NG. I think family and friends are tormented three times over. First, when the death itself occurs. Second when the body leaves for the mortuary and third on the day of the burial. It kind of stretches the level of torment and the length of sadness.”

“But it is our culture.”

“Yeah. A very expensive one at that.”

“And we are not complaining, Tommy.”

“I understand. And neither are we, NG. You bury your dead with so much fanfare after a long period and we bury ours with solemnity as soon as the person is confirmed dead. It does not mean that either of us loves their dead less.”

As they were going on with this discussion, they heard a whimper and as

one they looked at Salma who had been crying all along.

“We are sorry, Sally. How insensitive of us.”

Ada went and held her by the shoulder like someone trying to rock a child

They all gathered around her quietly, sadly. That was how they slept that day, quietly, sadly.

Those four people were more like sisters than roommates till they left the school.

“Mum, this is a very interesting story if you remove the dying bit. I love to sleep.

how the girls relate with one another. It is really interesting.” Omar was beside himself.

“Why won’t it be interesting,” Teemah said, “since it is all about girls?” “Mum, I hope you are listening to your daughter. Someone is going to lose her teeth in this house.”

“And someone would not get their smartphone in this house.” Teemah ensured that she came to sit beside me as she said this.

“What do you mean by that, Teemah?”

“Nothing. When Daddy comes back, I would make sure I rush to him and tell him first about the admission, the phone he promised to buy for you and what you intend to do with it.”

“And what,” Omar said, gritting his teeth in a maniacal sort of way, “did I say I intend to do with it?”

“Pursue girls in the campus,” Teemah said simply.

Omar looked beseechingly at me in a comical sort of way that made me believe if I did not do something quickly he would either insult his sister or leave the house. The mood was still cheerful and I did not want anything to spoil it.

So I said, “Like all other advancements in technology, there are advantages in owning a Smartphone and there are also disadvantages. It all depends on how you use it. Salma had a boyfriend named Salim who had a sour experience with Smartphone.

After she lost her father, Salma decided to change her ways. She became decent and very serious. When Salim talked to her, he told her straight up that he wanted to marry her. And the courtship began. When I saw the level of her seriousness and commitment, that was when I allowed her into my life and I was always admonishing her on how to conduct herself.

One day I observed that she was no longer chatting as frequently as she was used to doing on her flashy phone and I asked why. She told me that Salim, her fiancé had a very nasty experience on account of chatting and that experience settled her once and for all to become a changed person.

how the girls relate with one another. It is really interesting.” Omar was beside himself.

“Why won’t it be interesting,” Teemah said, “since it is all about girls?” “Mum, I hope you are listening to your daughter. Someone is going to lose her teeth in this house.” “”

“And someone would not get their smartphone in this house.” Teemah ensured that she came to sit beside me as she said this.

“What do you mean by that, Teemah?”

“Nothing. When Daddy comes back, I would make sure I rush to him and tell him first about the admission, the phone he promised to buy for y you intend to do with it.’ and what

“And what,” Omar said, gritting his teeth in a maniacal sort of way, “did I say I intend to do with it?”

“Pursue girls in the campus,” Teemah said simply.

Omar looked beseechingly at me in a comical sort of way that made me to believe if I did not do something quickly he would either insult his sister or leave the house. The mood was still cheerful and I did not want anything to spoil it. So I said, “Like all other advancements in technology, there are advantages in owning a

Smartphone and there are also disadvantages. It all depends on how you use it. Salma had a boyfriend named Salim who had a sour experience with Smartphone.

After she lost her father, Salma decided to change her ways. She became decent and very serious. When Salim talked to her, he told her straight up that he wanted to marry her.

And the courtship began. When I saw the level of her seriousness and commitment, that was when I allowed her into my life and I was always admonishing her on how to conduct herself.

One day I observed that she was no longer chatting as frequently as she was used to doing on her flashy phone and I asked why. She told me that Salim, her fiancé had a very nasty experience on account of chatting and that experience settled her once and for all to become a changed person.

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I took a sip of my zobo and continued with the tale. Teemah was hardly moving. Indeed, she was hardly breathing. That was how much she loved stories. I looked directly at her and reminded her that Moral Philosophy was usually one of the easiest subjects in the university and it was also a general studies course taken to the end of the examination timetable.

In the case of Salma and her mates, it was the very last paper. It was considered easy because the course content involved all those things that their parents had been telling them since they were children.

This, plus what their imams taught them in the mosque or their pastors preached to them in the church. Moral Philosophy was sure going to be a walk-over. Maybe that was why the school authority took it to the last part of the time table. To kind of pacify the students, if you will.

Surprisingly, it was also this same Moral Philosophy that Salma found very difficult. She never attended the classes because she believed, as most students did, that they could pass even without going to class.

What further guaranteed her passing the course was that for three years going, the lecturer had been foolishly recycling the same questions with very minor modifications.

This year they resolved to tackle the subject head-on and had series of tutorial discussions concerning all the topics. Indeed they were so well prepared that they knew the answers to virtually all the past questions off-hand.

On the day of the examination, Salma came out more stunning than all other days and looking ravishing and decidedly more beautiful. Her roommates had asked her what the occasion was, she told them that her course mates had planned on final class pictures to be shot with most of the lecturers after the paper.

And she wanted to come out looking her best. She picked her examinations card and went, as the law required, thirty minutes before the examination time. They were all searched and allowed into the examination hall.

As soon as the question papers were distributed, Salma knew she was in deep trouble. It was strange. It was not true. It was unbelievable. It was impossible. None of the topics for which they spent the whole night preparing had come out.

She looked around and was further dismayed to see her other course mates furiously writing on the answer scripts. It was as if they had all along been prepared for the eventuality of that happening. They must have read beyond the questions they practised.

The guy next to her, Kolawole Abdul, famed to be the brightest was downloading pages upon pages of information from his head to the answer script. Salma on the other hand could not write anything. She kept looking from the invigilator to her paper and helplessly to Kola.

The invigilator was female and she made a studious note of avoiding eye contact with Salma. Unknown to Salma, she was the only one not writing. Consequently, she arrested the attention of the lecturer. Her outrageous dressing did nothing to endear her to the heart of the teacher. On the contrary, the teacher felt silently intimidated by the ostentatious appearance of Salma. She took an instant dislike in Salma. But she did not show it.

As time wore on, Salma was able to use the student magic on Kola. The student magic was a trick students developed of speaking to the next person without moving their lips. The strangest thing was that the person spoken to could hear or more precisely infer what was being said and act accordingly.

Kola was not just academically smart, he was also ever conscious of his life in the university. He did not want anything or anybody to jeopardize his career as a student. Especially not now, when it was this last paper that stood between him and graduation. All the others had been a walk-over. This one too would be.

He did not like the way Salma was disturbing him. He stole a glance at the invigilator and noticed that she was not paying attention to them. He wished Salma would stop.

But Salma was persistent. So Kola scribbled some coded responses to the first two questions and stealthily, surreptitiously, slipped it into her hands.

The lecturer did not notice this movement.

As fate would have it, however, the teacher made a show of going out briefly only to come back immediately. That moment she went out was all that Salma wanted. She opened the paper Kola slipped into her hands and furiously began deciphering the code and writing on her answer booklet. She was so deep in this unholy act that she did not notice the lecturer had come back.

Now, the female teacher was amused to see that Salma who had not been writing for more than thirty minutes had suddenly received inspiration to start writing like there was no tomorrow.

She walked quietly and calmly to Salma’s desk and stood behind her. For about two minutes Salma was engrossed with the business at hand, she did not notice that someone was standing behind her. She was busy copying from Notes of Salvation, the euphemism they had for Cheat Notes.

The teacher touched Kola silently.

He almost died.

Then she touched Salma.

Salma heard herself shouting, “What is it? What have I done? Did you see me with anything?”

Meanwhile, the cheat note was still in her hands.

The teacher turned to the front of the class and addressed the man in security uniform, asking him to bring the EMAL form.

“That is the Examinations Malpractice Form,” Teemah said.

“Yes. Big Mouth. Mum had told us the meaning earlier,” Omar said. “I just mentioned it for some Salma brained listeners who might have forgotten.” Teemah was making faces at her older brother. I ignored them. But I was glad nonetheless to discover that they were all following the story. By the time the security man brought the EMAL form, the teacher had confiscated the cheat note from Salma.

Salma was asked to fill in the form and Kola was to sign as a witness.

At this point, Kola felt an instant surge of relief since the teacher did not actually see him hand over the note to Salma. Now exams malpractice was one offence. Failing to fill the EMAL form was another offence altogether.

When Salma finished her long harangue about her innocence and refused to sign, she was persuaded to sign by the security man who assured her that no one would stop her from continuing to write her paper. And that he was sure they would resolve the matter at the office of the Head of Department.

After she signed, some calm was restored in the examination hall and all the students wrote till they finished. A female student who was sitting on the other side of Salma was also asked to sign the second witness form. She did. The lecturer assured them that if Salma was lucky the whole incident would not go beyond the HOD’s office.

When they were done writing the Moral Philosophy paper, Salma followed the teacher to the HOD’s office.

One thing she was not so sure about was that though she did not know who the new HOD was, students were full of praises for his goodness and compassion. She had been in the school for four years and she never had any altercation with the teaching staff.

She did her best to avoid them. She made sure she had no relationship of any kind with any of her teachers. Most of the friends she had among the academic staff were in the other faculties. This particular HOD, her own HOD, they said he was very kind. So she was sure she would find compassion in his eyes.

But the thought of what would happen if things went the other way was heart-wrenching. Salma found herself shedding tears even before anyone reprimanded her. She knew what she did was wrong. But students were doing it all over. So why should she be this unlucky?

Exams Malpractice at final year, in the last semester and while writing the last paper… Was this a curse or something? Please God, let this cup pass over me.

The invigilator told Salma not to worry. “Our HOD is a benevolent man. He is kind and loves the progress of his students. This is not the first time I take cases to him. Usually, he would admonish the students and warn them never to repeat what they did. And the matter would die there. I do not see how your case would be different.”

“But, madam” Salma said through her tears, “You should have allowed me to be. You should have ignored me. You should have just seized the paper and the matter would have died in the class.”

“And I would have lost my job. You have no idea how many years I put in to get to where I am. In any case, what did you do to warrant that kind of action from me? You know the rules. With or without me, the security man would have noticed and he would have reported.

No, my dear, this is the best way to handle it. Let the Head of Department who has authority to handle this matter handle it. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about. You will see.”

As they walked towards the office of the HOD, Salma was in prayers as she had never prayed before. She knew she would never be counted among the holiest people. But still, she had faith.

She knew, particularly in this regard, and where it concerned the issue of exams malpractices, she was the first offender. And even in courts first, offenders were treated genially.

She resolved never to misbehave again if God gave her another chance. University was not a life or death affair. But when you came to 400Level last semester exams, it looked like it – a life or death affair.

Please God do not let me be rubbished like this. I have not been a very good girl, I know. But I also know you are all forgiving and merciful. Please God, in the name of all that is holy, deliver me. Let me look at this wicked woman and laugh. I know she is laughing at me inside.

Generally, I know that women don’t like me, especially my lecturers. But is it my fault, God, that you made me this beautiful, this youthful? I know their problem. Envy. My looks and age are killing them.

Please, God, do not give them chance to kill me too. I promise to renew my ways. I will re-establish my relationship with you. . I know where I was wanting. You made us, and you made us fallible. So please forgive our trespasses.

Salma kept praying silently till they reached the office of the Head of Department. The last time she was there was two years ago when she had issues with her add and drop forms.

Even then she did not see the HOD. The secretary attended to them. In any case, even if she had seen him, he would not have been in a position to help her since a new HOD had taken over about six months before the examinations started.

Whoever the new HOD would be Salma prayed she would find compassion in his eyes.

The secretary asked them to wait so she could tell her boss that they wanted to see him.

She went in, announced their arrival and came out.

“He said you could go in, ma.” The secretary addressed the invigilator. She went in after instructing Salma, Kola and the other witness to wait. “Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, Dr Amina.”

“Sir, we have one case.”

“EMAL?”

“Yes.”

“Final Year?”

“Yes.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl.”

“That’s rare. How bad?”

“Very bad.”

“That means you caught her with the cheat notes and all?”

“Yes, sir.”

“She has signed the form?”

“Yes, sir”.

“And the witnesses?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Let them come in.”

The lecturer opened the door, stuck her head out of the door and motioned with her head for them to come in.

They all trooped into the HOD’s office.

Salma was the last in tow.

The lecturer closed the door after her.

As they entered, he looked at the invigilating lecturer and said, with coldness in his voice, “Doctor, prepare the documents for the Exams and Ethics Committee for further processing. I am sure you know this is beyond me.”

“Okay, sir.” She said and went out.

“I can just imagine.” Omar was beside himself with excitement. “Mum, this reads like a story of fiction. Honestly, if you were not the one telling us, I would have said you made it all up.”

I smiled at my son without saying a word.

“Then what happened to Salma?” he asked.

“Sadly, when she was summoned by the committee, she implicated Kolawole Abdul. He too was also expelled.”

“Mum! How wicked can this girl be? You mean…”

I extended my hand and touched his shoulder. “Rules are rules, my son. If

you do not want to get caught, then don’t break them.”

Omar looked at me strangely and I knew what the unasked question

“You see?” I told him, “Salma knew what she was doing all along. And she meant.

did not just go down without a fight.

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By eight o’clock in the evening the next day, Tomiwa’s phone rang. She jumped at the first ring as if she was not expecting it. The truth was that she had been waiting for that call all through the day. She had never been on a blind date before and she never knew how she was expected to behave.

The whole thing sounded crazy. But she was curious. In spite of her apparent social exposure and her confidence which was borne out of her desire to become a celebrity, Tomiwa was emotionally empty. She was beautiful no doubt about it. Indeed she could beat Salma in a contest except that she was dark where Salma was fair.

Otherwise, they were slim, busty and definitely attractive. So how was it that no boy ever attempted to go out with Tomiwa? The answer could be summed up in one word – overconfidence. She exuded such charismatic air around her that people, both males and females alike, rated her far above her station.

Which station nobody knew. Consequently, all of them felt intimidated by her presence. And she was an expensive dresser. It was not that the materials she sewed were out of this world, it was the style. That was definitely out of this world.

Her phone rang again for the second time.

“Hello,” she said turning on the speaker so that her roommates, all the three of them, could hear what was being said.

“Is this Tomiwa?”

“Yes, who is speaking, please?”

She looked up at her roommates and they gave her the thumbs-up sign, indicating that she was doing well.

“My name is Habib. We gave you a ride yesterday from Kwangila?”

Tomiwa paused, unsure whether to go ahead with the lie or to tell the truth and forget the whole thing. “Hello?” the voice at the other end was hesitant. “Are you still there?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Can you come out, please?”

“Okay. Where are you?”

“We are parked where we dropped you yesterday.”

“Er, er, yes. Okay. I will be with you.” There was silence at the other end.

“Go, my friend. They won’t eat you. If I know men, they may not even know the difference between you and me.” Salma was very confident.

Tomiwa on the other hand was hesitant. Indeed she started developing cold feet about the whole thing. What if they turned out to be some kidnappers or cultists?

Who would come to her rescue if she entered a car with total strangers who formed the habit of visiting girls in the hostel only when it was night time? These thoughts were passing through her mind even as she picked her handbag and casually walked out of the room to meet her unknown visitors.

She saw the black Mercedes Benz parked directly in front of the hostel. The passenger side was empty so she went and entered the car without prompting. It was strange. There were supposed to be two people in the car. “Where is your friend?”

“Oh, my beauty, I am here,” Labaran said from the back seat. “I made space for you in the front so you can seat near your heartthrob.”

Far from being reassuring, this unexpected utterance and seating arrangement made Tomiwa even more uncomfortable. She had read so many thriller stories, particularly Mario Puzo’s Godfather and she knew how enemies were easily garrotted when they are made to sit in the passenger side while unbeknownst to them their killers were seated directly behind them in the car.

She did not let her fear show. Instead, she just opened the front seat, stepped out of the car and asked Labaran to come to the front seat. Meekly, he obeyed.

As she entered the back seat, Habib took a long look at her and seemed to be convinced that there was something wrong with the lady who just entered their car. She was more resolute and a trifle more confident than the girl of the previous night. But he told himself, he would wait and see. There was a game plan somewhere, and he did not want to spoil it.

“Shall we move from here? It is rather too open.”

“Where are we going?” “To a restaurant.”

“I am not hungry.” Tomiwa was really ill-disposed with the whole set up.

She felt the stab of Habib’s long stare as she entered the car and she knew the man was not dumb even before he said anything.

“Let’s go to Frizzlers then,” Habib said as he manoeuvred the car to face where it came from so they could drive quietly to the Fast Food Restaurant which was surrounded by many grocery shops within the school.

He parked the car near the shop of a man who proclaimed his shop the

Faculty of Suya. This meant that his shop was the best place where steaks are made and sold. As they parked, Habib asked Labaran to go out and get them fried rice, chicken, milk, tea, beverages, sugar, and any other thing that he considered important to a boarding student.

“Yes, Honourable.” He went out of the car without collecting money from Habib. This Tomiwa noted as strange. But she also knew instantly that authority had been established. She knew now who was the boss.

Salma was wrong. Labaran may own the car, but he most certainly was not the one calling the shots. Habib was. And he appeared very perceptive. Tomiwa instinctively knew that Habib was not the kind of person you trifled with.

“You are not Tomiwa,” Habib said categorically when Labaran was out of earshot.

For some reason, the statement made Tomiwa angry. “Look here, Mr Honourable. I do not care who you think you are. But you cannot just wake up this evening and declare my name fake. That is very insulting. If you had said, “Hey, you are not the girl I picked yesterday.” I would gladly say, “Yes, I was not.

Since you are an expert at picking girls by the roadside. My name is Tomiwa. And I am not the girl you gave a ride to yesterday.” She added this last to soften the venom she knew her words must have caused.

“I am sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to sound like that. And believe me, picking girls is not my habit. As you can see, it was Labaran’s idea. He is my driver.” “I do not have any issue with you or your driver. I would not insult you for anything if you do not look down on me.”

“I said I am sorry.”

“Okay. Just so long as we understand each other.”

“I think I like you already.”

She didn’t say anything to this.

“So, tell me what happened?”

“Nothing happened. My friend didn’t feel like giving you her number so she gave you mine instead. I was supposed to reject your call or, tell you the wrong number, but my curiosity got the better part of me. I decided to come and see who it was that had my number.”

“And…?”

“And here we are.”

“I just declared that I liked you.”

“I heard you.”

“And what are you saying to that.”

“Nothing.”

“Why?”

“Because I do not go about declaring likeness or otherwise to people whose faces I can hardly recognize in the daytime?”

“Fine. That means you want to see me tomorrow in the afternoon.”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you told my driver to come to the front seat?”

“No. I just did not want to take chances. What of if he sprang on me and strangled me from behind?”

“You have a very wild imagination.”

“Thank you.”

There was another long silence.

“If we have nothing left to say to each other, I guess I should be going in,”

Tomiwa said.

“You didn’t even ask me who I am.”

“Your friend or is it your driver has said who you are. Indeed, I am not sure if I like politicians,” Tomiwa was in her element. She never gave a thought to what she was saying. If it went down well with her listeners, fine. If it did not, also fine.

“Why don’t you like politicians?” Habib asked.

“They are like a spindle. Nobody knows the direction they are facing.

They lie a lot. A lot of misguided people think the politicians are the solutions to our problems.”

“Are they not?”

“On the contrary. They are the problem.”

“And on a personal level?”

“I do not judge a person based on his affiliations.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I get to know who you are and judge you as such.”

“So there is hope for me, after all?”

“Hope for what?”

“For becoming your friend.”

“I wouldn’t be sitting in your car if there wasn’t.” Habib was so elated, he laughed out loud.

“How many of you are in the room?”

“Four. Why?”

“You take this.” He handed over to her a bundle of five hundred naira bills.

She collected the money slowly and placed it on her laps. “Put it in your bag. I do not want Labaran to see it.”

“He won’t.”

“Ten thousand for each of your roommates and twenty thousand for you.”

“Thank you. We really appreciate this gesture.”

Just then, Habib’s phone rang.

“Yes, Labaran?”

“I am done with the purchases.”

“Then bring them over.” “Okay, Honourable.”

Labaran came with so many provisions and beverages that Tomiwa thought they were buying things for their children in the boarding school. But no. Habib said it was for her and her roommates.

Tomiwa was gratitude personified. She thanked Habib profusely and did not know when she started calling him Alhaji.

Habib too was very happy. He drove her to the entrance and promised to call her regularly.

As soon as Tomiwa entered the room, they started shouting and ululating. The shout turned into a scream of joy when they saw what she brought. It was Ngozi who had the presence of mind to stand up and lock the door.

This simple act is one of the most valued rituals of students who cook in the hostel. It effectively blocks out all those professional hangers who go about with spoon in their purses looking for the pot that had just been brought down from the stove. Before you start eating you lock the door and if it was night, you switched off the light.

If they knocked you ignore. When Ngozi came back from the door, they opened the bags and saw what was almost beyond belief. Even if they had come to the school with nothing, what the Alhaji had bought for them would have lasted them through another semester. They jumped some more and were embracing Tomiwa. And thanking her.

When the excitement died down, Salma said, “You guys should be thanking me. It was I who brought this matter here, you know?”

“But if we had followed your counsel we would all be without these. It is Tomiwa we should thank. It is her boyfriend who supplied all these.”

Somehow Salma was not happy with the turn of events. “Stop disgracing yourselves like this, my friends. Is it suya that you have not seen or chicken or beverages?”

“Or these?” Tomiwa said dramatically as she dropped the bundle of fifty thousand nairas before them.

They were all stunned. For one brief moment, there was total silence in the room. Tomiwa savoured the moment and used it to divide the money the way she was instructed. Ten thousand naira for each occupant. And she held unto the remaining twenty thousand.

This was all too much for Salma.

In the silence that followed, she was heard to have whispered, “It is not fair. It is not fair. Finders, keepers. It was me they gave a ride to. Tomiwa, you are not a good friend at all. I just showed you a guy and you went ahead to make him your boyfriend.

You behave like a chameleon and can therefore adapt to any situation to meet your personal desires.

“This is not a fair comment, Salma,” Ngozi said.

“You shut up there, money monger. All this one that you are standing for Tomiwa, is it not for the money she brought? We have been in this room for how long now? Yet, we have never seen you display so much love and camaraderie towards Tomiwa as you are doing this evening. If not the money, what else is accounting for this sudden friendliness? You do not even have to shame all of you.”

“Salma, you do not have to be this aggressive, you know.” Ada tried to be conciliatory.

“You too shut up. How are you different from them all?”

“It is not about being different, it is about being rational.”

All this while Ngozi had been fuming silently. She knew what Salma said was unreasonable. Was there any man on earth who did not like money? “Ada, allow Salma to finish disgracing herself and displaying her foolishness. Who else but a daft person would see money by the wayside and instead of picking it, he would show someone else the money to pick,

yet when that person picks the money he would start raining abuses on the person? Who else?” Ngozi hissed. Ada was suddenly concerned. “Please, let this matter not degenerate into something else.

We have been living in peace all this while. I do not see why these sentiments should be raising their heads in our midst. I thought the essence of the education was for us to live as one and seek out what unites us rather than what separates us?” Salma was heaving like someone who was about to have an asthmatic seizure. She could not say anything. She just stood there glaring at one roommate after another.

Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.

All those speaking kept quiet. There was complete silence in the room. They did not say anything. Neither did they move.

The person outside knocked some more. The roommates refused to budge.

They looked alarmingly at each other, as if chiding themselves that because of their attitude another party was coming to partake in the harvest of a farm produce they never lifted their hands in farming.

When they heard the footsteps of the knocker receding, they sat down quietly around the roasted meat and chicken Tomiwa came in with.

At a signal from Salma, Ada went and switched off the light in the room. Thereafter, they used light from the inbuilt torch on their phones to see what they were eating. It was strange to see this total cooperation among the people who a few seconds before were at each other’s throat. The herd instinct was indeed real. A situation which no entreaty could settle, was suddenly resolved by a single knock on the door.

They ate silently and for a long time.

They discovered that they could not finish the meat and the chicken. So Ada was instructed to keep what was left in her fridge so they could use it the next day while cooking their meals.

When the room was cleared, Ngozi switched on the light after unlocking the door.

She told the other girls that there was no point for them to harbour any ill feelings over what had transpired. If truth be told, didn’t they all enjoy themselves as a result of the recklessness of some silly old men who could not resist dropping their purse at the sight of a bra?

“That is hardly the way to show gratitude to people who just fed us without asking for anything in return,” Tomiwa said this light-heartedly.

Ngozi however read something serious underlying the statement.

“My sister, just mark my words. No man spends this much money on you without asking for something in return. Just wait and see. Men are not stupid, you know. Sooner or later, they would ask for their pound of flesh. This was just the first day, and see what he spent.”

That was precisely Tomiwa’s thought. It was just the first day, and see how much she gained. If this went on, she had nothing to say to Salma but gratitude. Let Ngozi talk on about the pound of flesh.

I would give them fifty pounds of flesh if they asked. How much were they getting from Ngozi’s stupid campus boyfriends? They gave nothing and yet they kept asking for pounds of flesh! Make I hear the word, jareh! As these thoughts were passing through Tomiwa’s mind, she did not hear what the other girls were saying. For a while.

Then Salma asked a very strange question. “When did they say they are coming again?”

“Who?”

“Labaran and Habib,” Salma said, looking very serious.

“Are you kidding me? Salma? What the hell comes over you?”

“You won’t understand. Are they not two?”

The others burst out laughing. It was indeed amusing, what Salma was attempting to do. It appeared desperate. But under the circumstances, who would blame her? Just one evening outing and you came out with over ten thousand nairas.

It would require a highly disciplined heart not to give in to such temptations. And Salma’s heart was anything but disciplined. What however she would not take was to be forced to do anything she did not want to do. In consequence, she resolved to go out with the Labaran who, to her dismay, really turned out to be Habib’s driver.

The strange thing about the honourable and his driver was that they grew up together and while Habib went to read up to university level, Labaran went to a driving school. And sometimes with his meagre earnings as Local Government Driver, he doled out a little from his money to his friend.

So when Habib became a politician and was elected into the State House of Assembly, he called upon his childhood friend to be his driver, paid of course by the House. What was interesting however was that along this incongruous journey of life, their friendship never suffered any setback. And that was how they met Salma that fateful evening.

Anyhow, that was how it went. The problems created by Tomiwa’s visitors were soon forgotten by our sisterly roommates and life went on as usual. Indeed those problems turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The roommates became more united than they were before.

School routine resumed in earnest and soon the session was over. Before they knew it, they were in their final year. The last exams timetable was out. Our four roommates held the record for being the only people who began as roommates and ended as roommates through to their last semester in the school.

What was even more remarkable was that though they were reading different courses, they were all performing very well. They were all B students and were certain to graduate with a Second Class Upper degree in their various disciplines. They were the envy of almost every girl in the school.

They never allowed their relationships with men to interfere with their academic performance. They were so fixated with graduating with a very good degree that they swore nothing would stand between them and the actualization of that dream.

So it was that when exams came they read as their lives depended on it. This went on successfully. Most of the papers were almost a walkover. And, even though they were studying different disciplines, they were sure of making excellent grades.

In any case, with the semester system, the students virtually knew what class of degree they were likely going to graduate with from their cumulative grade point average, CGPA. The genuine apprehension and excitement came when you were writing the last paper.

Incidentally, the last paper this year was Moral Philosophy which all of them were required to sit for because it was a General Studies paper.

I paused in my story when I noticed Bint whispering into Omar’s ear.

He laughed silently and whispered back.

Did I look at him my face questioning?

He stifled a laugh and said Bint was telling him she did not see how Salma’s relationship with men or her roommates contributed to her leaving the school. I smiled and said, “My daughter, just be patient.

We are almost coming there. And that is why I want you to pay attention. Jamila? My zobo is finished. Get me some more.”

The Life Changer – Chapter 6 To Chapter 9

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January 15, 2026
Does KWASU Accept Second Choice For Admission? 2021

Does KWASU Accept Second Choice For Admission? So many students online search this topic or rather they ask this question Does KWASU Accept Second Choice? this is what most aspirants of KWASU have been asking as they struggled to ll their jamb and post utme screening form for the 2021/2022 academic session.

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Does KWASU Accept Second Choice For Admission?

The direct answer to the above question is “YES” The Kwara State University does accept second choice candidates and their cut off mark is 160.

Well Kwara State University, also known as KWASU, is the 77th university to be registered by the Nigerian Universities Commission.

It is the 95th university to be recognized in Nigeria and is highly competitive in all way rounds. you hardly get or see a faculty or department that are not competitive.

Formally all universities were given a free hand to conduct post utme screening exercise there where a lot of human interference, most universities were of the habit of extorting money from candidates through the sale of post utme screening form. In the end, they only consider their first-choice candidate. which made jamb introduce the CAPS admission process to make the whole process look credible.

The high number of candidates that chose KWASU on yearly basis makes this institution very competitive after all demand controls the supply.

Please note that this university do allow you to buy their screening form, you will be given admission when the time comes as they are known to consider both first choice and second choice candidate.

You chose this institution as a second choice. You may want to see the list of schools that accepts second choice HERE

Note: all first and second-generation universities don’t accept second choice candidates, they mostly state it clearly on their post utme directive that only first choice candidates are invited for the screening exercise.

Don’t ever waste your hard-earned money getting their screening form as you will be sidelined when it’s time for admission. But if you still have a higher connection or through an exceptional cut o mark then you can try your luck.

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January 15, 2026
Chapter Four Of The Life Changer (Read Jamb Novel 2022)
Chapter Four Of The Life Changer: This is Chapter Four of The Life Changer Novel Recommended for Jamb UTME 2022 Candidates written by Khadijat Abubakar Jalli. For some time now So many persons have been asking the question, What is the Jamb new book (The Life Changer) all about and how do I get the summary of the book?

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Salma casually walked into the office holding her registration files firmly across her chest. She was barely twenty years old then and doubtless in the prime of her youth. She was endowed as a woman and was too willing to flaunt her elegance.

She was always dressed in tight-fitting jeans trousers and body hugs top that stopped just short of being indecent. Salma was a reckless dresser and she was all too aware of the femininity she exuded and the effect this had on members of the opposite sex.

She revelled in the hunger she saw in the eyes of men as they shamelessly ogled her body when she walked past them. This was called freedom. She thought. The university had a lot of this and no one could reprimand you for daring to dress the way you wanted so long as your attire stopped just this side of decency.

Doctor Dabo was a highly disciplined lecturer and he was never heard to engage in any form of underhandedness with any female student, or any student for that matter. Today, however, as Salma walked towards him with her registration files across her chest, he felt a lump rise in his throat.

He had never seen a girl look so alluring and beautiful. He swallowed hard and chided himself not to disgrace himself. He must not put his reputation on the line. He had been in the university for more than a decade and many students graduated in his hands.

They all had singular respect for him. He ensured that he treated his students justly. He was a stickler for time. Consequently, he was always punctual to lectures.

His rule was very simple, “Don’t come in after me.” If he entered the class before you, you did not bother entering. The students knew this. In fact, his punctuality was phenomenal to the extent that the graduating students warned the incoming students beforehand that there was a no-nonsense lecturer who never allowed students into his class once he was there before them.

As for consorting with the female students, God banishes the thought. It had never happened. So when this fateful day Salma walked into his office looking seductive and all, Dabo could not explain the sudden palpitation of his heart.

The weather was cold outside, but he was sweating inside. What was happening to me? He asked himself. He cleared his throat and promised himself to dispose of her registration case as quickly as he could before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life.

“What can I do for you?” he asked briskly.

“I am a 100Level student coming for registration. They said you are the Level Coordinator and that you are to sign my forms.” Dabo marvelled at the confidence of the girl. 100Level and she was exuding such confidence. She must be a special breed. Almost sassy, he thought

inwardly. Dabo’s heart was still beating fast.

“Yes. I am the Level Coordinator. Have you been screened?” “Yes, sir. I was screened. It was from there that they directed me to your office.”

“All right then. Let’s see if the forms are complete.”

She handed him the forms and he studied them carefully. They were complete. He signed the appropriate columns on the forms and reluctantly pushed the files to Salma.

She hesitated before standing up and walking towards the door.

It could have been her sheer beauty, her physical appearance, or some other inexplicable signal the devil had sent to Dabo’s mind. Whatever it was, instead of allowing her to go, Dabo heard himself say, “Wait.”

She turned slowly and faced him.

“Sit down, please. Just want to ask you a few questions.” Surely that last sentence was not complete. But he wasn’t bothered.

Salma sat down.

“Where are you from?”

“I am from the north. Is there a problem, sir?” “No,” Dabo said and hesitated.

It was not normal for him to be short of words. But he seemed suddenly tongue-tied today. The girl waited.

“May I know you, please?” he said. Even to his ears that sounded clumsy. “I am a student here, sir. I think that should be knowledgeable enough.”

“I mean I want to know you more intimately.”

Salma instinctively knew all along that this was coming. Why it had to come from this sleazy looking lecturer who had nothing to offer was what surprised her. Indeed, it made her angry. What kind of intimate nonsense was he talking about? University lecturer? From what she heard about the man, they said he was highly disciplined and serious.

It was never in his character to have anything to do with his students particularly the female students. So why her? And for God’s sake, why now? Well, you never know with men.

“What do you mean more intimately?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I simply mean I want us to be friends.”

“It most certainly didn’t come out like that.”

“I know,” he said. “So can we be friends?”

“No, sir. With all due respect, that is not what my parents sent me here to do. In fact, you should be ashamed of yourself for asking me out. You are old enough to be my father. So what kind of morality are you guys inculcating in your students when you cannot see a beautiful girl pass by without you making advances at her?.”

Dabo was pained beyond measure. He hated himself for his display of masculine weakness and hated her even more for reminding him of that weakness. But the fault was his.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“You had better be.” Salma hissed and added, “Even if the world is bereft of men, I would never go out with a man such as you. What kind of girl do you think I am?” she stormed out of the office, leaving him in confusion.

Dabo was in deep thought long after Salma had gone.

What kind of trial was this, oh God? Something I have never done! What drove me into disgracing myself like this? For more than ten years I struggled and overcame this temptation, now such a small girl was sent to try us. What kind of life was this? Please, God, let this cup pass over me.

Please God, let her not talk. She was so cheeky, this girl. She could do almost anything. Luckily, Dabo thought, I did not do anything that would warrant a serious chastisement from the school authority. I didn’t even ask her out. He told himself. He just said he wanted to be friends.

What was wrong with that? Everything was wrong with that, an inner voice answered him. Then he remembered he used the word intimacy. Now, that one was serious. How do you defend yourself before a committee when they asked you to explain what you meant by wanting to know someone more intimately?

God, please, let it never come to this. What kind of devil prompted me to let my guard low so? But the insult… The insult was painful. It was deep and painful. But he had it coming. If the bird chooses to fly in cloudy weather, it should expect its flight to be cut by the rain. For a long time after Salma left, Dabo was lost in supplication. Please,

God, clothe me in the garb of your holy prophets. Let not this mishap have an impact

on my life. If you guard me against this, Lord, I promise to be more dedicated and pious in the discharge of my duties and responsibilities as a moral custodian of our children here. Now and in the future.

Thank you, Lord, for your answered prayers. On her own part, Salma did not even spare a thought to the fumbling old man who could not even articulate himself properly when trying to ask a girl out. He did not belong to her class. People with no confidence in themselves hardly fit the category of those she would consider her friends.

So, as she went out of Dabo’s office, so did his thought go out of her head. She walked briskly to the hostel and concluded her accommodation registration.

The registration for the hostel accommodation itself had its own problems. She discovered that she did not take to any of her three roommates in the beginning.

There were four girls in the room, Salma herself from the North, Tomiwa from the West, specifically from Ibadan, Ngozi from Umunze in Imo State and Ada from Benue State or Middle Belt as she insisted people called her place of birth.

In the beginning, Salma did not want to stay in the room. No, it wasn’t because the hostel was not beautiful; it was the most coveted. It was the famous Queen Amina Hall.

It was every female student’s dream. It housed girls with savvy. It happening babes, as they called themselves. Sophisticated ladies. It was not the hostel she did not like. It was the room.

What Salma particularly did not like about the room she was allocated was the composition of her roommates. It was as if there was a deliberate design to offend every ounce of her accommodating sensibility.

So, understandably, when her accommodation registration was done, she was wondering what accursed devil chose her roommates for her. She hated chance and happenstance, but she knew, that no one deliberately worked out whom she should share her room with. The room allocation procedure was simple really. The student was required to make the payment online and indicate their chosen hostel depending on availability and their chosen room.

You just clicked the yes button on your chosen room. And the computer screen would show transaction completed if you secured a room, or transaction cancelled if the rooms were occupied. It followed then that the roommates were not any the wiser whom they had chosen by that simple click to be their roommates. Therefore, you were stuck with whoever you chose for the next two semesters. At least.

By the time she brought her things into the hostel and the school calendar resumed in earnest, Salma discovered that her roommates were not so disagreeable after all. Tomiwa was the brightest in the room and perhaps in her class. She was also the cleanest. Tomiwa’s ambition was to become a singer.

So she was always abreast with the latest information on the musical and the entertainment scene in general. She was in the know of the latest and craziest fashion outfit. Salma became close to her.

Ngozi on the other hand was quiet and reticent. She appeared to have never left her village, spiritually speaking. She was always reserved and withdrawn. But she was also generous to a fault. She would never cook food just for herself alone. Whether her roommates ate or not, she would still invite them to come and join her while she was having dinner.

Sometimes they would decline, other times they obliged her. When they saw that this attitude of sharing her food with them would not stop, they gave in and started cooking as one small family. This cemented their relationship and they became their sisters’ keepers. Sisters was the correct expression here.

They were cooking in turns. The day it was Ada’s turn to cook for the first time, Salma said she wanted to see all the ingredients she was going to use to make the indomie Jollof.

This indomie Jollof was a sort of staple food among students irrespective of sex or parental status. It was a noodles meal prepared in such a way that within ten minutes it was ready for consumption. Because it was easy to prepare and cheap to acquire, it became students’ favourite.

“There is nothing special that we are using,” Ada said.

“You don’t understand,” Salma said, “we do not want to find a leg of rat in our indomie.”

All of them laughed it off and Ada knew that Salma was teasing her as a rat is her people’s delicacy. It was their loss, she said. Tomiwa on the other hand asked if they would like her village food for the kings”

“What is that?”

“Snail.”

“Snail? You mean you people eat snails?”

“It is not the kind of infantry snail you see up north. In the west, they grow really big. And they are a special delicacy. We actually farm them.”

Ngozi said, “We eat snails where I came from too.”

“Well, in this room, no one eats snail. But we can do it this way, any day any one of you misses home and she feels like eating mama’s food, you can warn us in advance so we would make our own arrangement for feeding that day.” They all agreed to this.

As God would have it, and as time went on, the only thing they as a group did not gang up to eat was a rat, which in any case was never readily available in the school. As for the snail, they all indulged in its delicacy whenever Tomiwa’s parents came visiting. Again that was also not frequent, because she was from Oyo State, more than eight hours drive from the Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.

Salma on her own only introduced them to the danwake delicacy which was delicious and also easy to prepare. It was a special delicacy of the Hausa uplanders. All you need is flour, the normal flour they used for bread be it from wheat or maize, mash it into a paste using ground baobab leaves to mix, then you drop it into the boiling water in small balls where it would harden and a few minutes later, it was ready for eating. You could use either groundnut oil or stew to eat the danwake with.

It sounded strange and looked even stranger to the eyes of her roommates. But the day Salma prepared the dish, they knew that sometimes there was no proportional relationship between what the eyes saw and what the mouth tasted. That northern delicacy was delicious.

Food was therefore the common factor that strengthened the bond of friendship between Salma and her friends. In spite of their diversity, they came to discover that there was more in the humanity that held them together than those things that pulled them apart.

Salma and Tomiwa were Muslims while Ada and Ngozi were Christians. But this was never an issue. They did everything as one. Of course, there was the funny incident that happened that almost separated the intimacy Salma shared with Tomiwa. But on the intervention of Ada and Ngozi, it was resolved amicably.

Salma was coming back from home one evening. It was actually late in the evening. It was around eight o’clock in the evening. There were no vehicles. A black Mercedes Benz car slid to the sidewalk where Salma was standing and stopped.

Salma did not budge from where she was standing.

The driver engaged the reverse gear and came to stop just beside Salma. He pressed the control button and the passenger window slid down. “Are you going our way, beautiful?”

Salma saw that there were two men in the car and she was not comfortable. It had nothing to do with their dressing. They looked decent and affluent. Indeed, if they had not stopped to offer her a ride, she would have said they were almost responsible. Still she was not very comfortable.

If it was just one man in the car, maybe…maybe… just maybe. But this one that there were two of them? Well, thankfully, the distance from here to the school was not far. They could not try anything. She had nothing to lose. She shrugged.

“I said are you going our way, princess?”

When there are two men in a car and one appears too voluble, you can rest assured of two things; either he is the one who has the car or he is the one who is interested in you. They would have discussed that before they stopped. Salma did not answer. She just opened the door behind the passenger seat and entered. She closed the door gently behind her.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” she said. “I do not know where you are going. But this is Kwangila and I am going to my school, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria.”

“Then it is our way you are going. My name is Labaran.” The man behind the wheel said, as he changed gear to drive and move on.

“You have not told us your name.” “I will tell you when I am getting off.”

About ten minutes later, the car stopped at the Main Gate of Ahmadu Bello

University.

“Or would you prefer we take you right in?”

“Sure. If you do not mind, that is.” “Habib, what do you think?”

“By all means let’s take her in.”

Habib appeared to be less voluble than Labaran and Salma instantly decided if any of them was the owner of that car, it must be Habib. Not that she was particularly thrilled by the prospect of being asked out by Benz owner. But it would certainly be a story worth telling that a certain big man in a big Mercedes Benz had asked her out and she declined.

That would make an additional name in the entries of the influential people she had consciously turned down. So now, it was immaterial who asked her out, she knew she would say no.

To hell with their flashy and expensive car. What kind of girl were they thinking she was? You just gave someone a ride and you were looking for a relationship that would last an eternity? Big deal.

The Benz pulled to a stop outside Queen Amina Hall, but none of the male occupants attempted to step out and open the door for Salma. This bravado, stupidity actually, that exemplified who the gentleman was in Europe had no place in Africa.

How can a lady whose limbs are in a perfect working condition wait for someone to step out of a car, come round to open the door for her before she steps out? The whole thing smirks of waste of time. In any case, Salma was not expecting.

The Life Changer – Chapter 5 To Chapter 9

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January 14, 2026
Chapter Three Of The Life Changer (Read Jamb Novel 2022)
Chapter Three Of The Life Changer: This is Chapter Three of The Life Changer Novel Recommended for Jamb UTME 2022 Candidates written by Khadijat Abubakar Jalli. For some time now So many persons have been asking the question, What is the Jamb new book (The Life Changer) all about and how do I get the summary of the book?

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There was a long interminable silence in my narration. I could sense my children wanted to ask a thousand and one questions. But each and every one of them was lost in their own thoughts. In fact, their silence reminded me of my own silence twenty years ago when my husband made that revelation.

For a long while, I could not utter a single word. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, I sighed and told my husband to go to Dr Samjohn and personally apologise on my behalf. I could not see myself going back to the school to face my HOD after my inexcusable behaviour.

My husband understood my plight and agreed. The next week when I chanced upon Dr Samjohn on the corridor, he greeted me jovially as if nothing ever happened. But then, he was right. Nothing ever happened. It took a while for me to wrestle with my conscience and convince myself that indeed nothing happened. And life went on as usual.

“Mum, what about the quiet one?” Omar asked.

“The quiet one? Oh, the story my husband told me about our neighbour?” “Yes, mummy let’s hear that one.” All my girls seemed eager to hear that story.

I stood up to let the blood circulate to my lower limbs then resumed my seat and recounted to them the story of the quiet one as my husband told me.

I looked at Omar in the face and told him that the tale I was about to tell would be more relevant to him since he was the one leaving our tiny community for a bigger city. He should not judge people at face value. Never judge a book by its cover. And he must learn to trust sparingly. You do not just trust everybody you meet.

I reminded them that in our little town, almost everyone knew everyone else. In Lafayette, the tradition had since been established that no stranger was hosted or given accommodation without the knowledge and approval of the District Head, the Hakimi. The wisdom of this tradition was to ensure that no criminal or fugitive from justice was harboured or accommodated in the village. Our culture of neighbourliness was superlative.

This was contrary to what obtained in the town. In the town, everybody came and went as they pleased. Indeed, it was not inconceivable that two people living on the same street, or even next-door neighbours could live for years without knowing who the other person was. In Lafayette the story was different. Everybody knew everybody else. In the case of the quiet one, everybody knew when he was born, or more precisely the circumstance of his birth.

His parents were bona fide citizens of Lafayette and they were known to be a very pious and humble couple. For several years after they were married they did not have children. It appeared,

so the elders said, when they were about giving up, they consulted the services of a formidable Boka, a traditional medicine man, and their wishes were granted. People give different interpretations of what actually transpired.

While some believed that the Boka gave them some potent concoction for instant fertility, others believed that he was indeed the one who fathered the child. In either case, Talle was the result.

He was called Talle on account that shortly after his birth, his mother died. Thus the secret of how he was fathered remained a secret. His father married another woman who also did not give birth to any child. So she helped in the upbringing of Talle.

Talle was not called the quiet one at birth. It was his reticent nature while growing up that earned him the title. He was never known to have engaged in fisticuffs with anyone even as a young lad. He withdrew into himself.

And this silent character stood him in good stead whenever issues of responsibility arose in the community. He was barely twenty years old when he lost both his father and stepmother in a car accident. This compounded his state and he withdrew further into himself.

Talle was alone. Literally alone. He had no one to consult or to speak to. No one knew what he did with his evenings and nights, but from eight o’clock in the morning to four o’clock in the evening, he would go to work at the Local Government Office, where he served as a driver.

At the office, he was always on the first row during prayers. He was so dedicated to his piety that people actually believed that there was something about him that indicated holiness.

Talle never argued on any issues; he hardly disagreed with anyone even if he was right. He never raised his voice on anyone. That was how he got the appellation of the quiet one.

Then one day, just one day, things stopped being quiet for Talle.

He had unwittingly established a pattern in his market purchases over the years to the extent that the grocery stores he patronized knew at once what he was coming to buy.

It thus became curious when suddenly the grocers discovered for over a week now, Talle’s requirement doubled. The people knew he was alone and could not possibly consume all the items he was buying all by himself. One of them thought it was wise to call the attention of the District Head.

When Talle was summoned, he gave himself away by his very inability to answer the simple questions put forward by the Hakimi, the District Head. The session began ordinarily but ended with a sad dramatic twist. “What did you buy in the market today, Talle?” the Hakimi asked.

“It was, er. a few, er, a few measures of rice and some palm oil.” Talle was fidgety and seemed suddenly ill at ease.

“What precisely did you need a few measures of rice for? Your customer here said you used to buy just a measure which lasts you a few days. The measure of gari you also used to buy suddenly doubled.”

“Yes, Your Highness. But I just thought I should buy plenty so I would not suffer want in the event I have no money.”

“So where do you get all the money to make these purchases now?” Talle bowed his head and studiously looked at the ground, the posture of an archaeologist who suddenly had a gut feeling that something precious was hidden under the very ground he stood on. He stood there mute.

The people were getting restless. They seemed to think as one that this was the one moment when the silence of the quiet one was not a virtue. He had better speak.

Just then there was a loud commotion coming from outside the gate of the District Head. There was a loud siren, as of a police vehicle or that of a military escort which came to stop outside the entrance of the Hakimi’s residence. In fact, it was not one, but three police vans that came to stop outside the gate.

The villagers were first mesmerised by this rare forceful movement and they became alarmed. It was an unholy sight. And given the speed with which they came and parked before the entrance of the Hakimi’s residence, the whole thing spelt something ominous. This had never happened in the history of the Lafayette community. People thus surged to find out what was going on.

On hearing the siren from outside, Talle sprang up and bolted into the Hakimi’s house. The courtiers pursued him and brought him back. This act of attempting to run confirmed to the people that if nothing else, Talle was guilty of something. But guilty of what? Nobody knew.

“What’s wrong with you man? Why are you suddenly scared of a siren?” one of the courtiers asked. Before Talle could respond, three policemen, armed to the teeth, barged in on the Hakimi and his courtiers.

“Is this the palace of Hakimin Lafayette?” one of the mean-looking policemen asked. “Yes.” The Hakimi replied simply and added, “I am the Hakimi.”

“We are looking for one of your subjects in connection with kidnapping, armed robbery and extortion.”

“That is impossible,” the Hakimi said. “We are a quiet and peace-loving people here. Our community has never apprehended even a common thief, let alone a kidnapper.”

“Well, well, we learnt differently.” The policeman turned to one of his colleagues and said, “Go and bring Zaki in here.”

“Zaki?” Everybody was shocked as Talle repeated the name. He swooned and fell. Those who observed at close range noticed that he actually urinated on his person. “Do you have a person named Talle in this village?”

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihir raji’un.” The Courtier said. “We did not ask you for any supplication, the police officer said sarcastically.

“That was more of a pious resignation to reality,” the Hakimi said and added, “It means from Allah we came and unto him is our returning.” “Let your man spare me his Arabic lessons.

Do you have a guy named Talle here or don’t you? And why is this guy sprawled on the floor?” the policeman was impatiently personified. He did not even give the Hakimi the respect strangers supposed to accord him.

were

“That is the Talle you are asking after?” one of the courtiers volunteered.

“Oh, in that case, our search is over.” The policeman now turned to the Hakimi and said, “Who can take us to his house?” “He will do that himself. But what is all this about?” “We told you that this man is an accessory to kidnapping and extortion.”

Just then, the other policeman that was sent to bring Zaki came back dragging an obviously battered Zaki who was chained arms and legs. On the sight of the chained and manacled Zaki, Talle doubled over and, if that were possible, fainted a second time.

“Get up, my friend,” the policeman said curtly brandishing a kick at Talle’s middle.

Talle staggered up and immediately began declaring his innocence.

“Believe me, officer, I am innocent,” Talle said. “It was Zaki’s idea. He was the one who said they had a neighbour in town…” “Shut up, my friend. Nobody asked you anything. Just take us to the house, your house” the policeman growled. The Hakimi was beside himself with confusion. He had never before witnessed anything like this.

And he had been Hakimi in Lafayette for over thirty years. And, come to think of it, if any act of misdeed were to be suspected in this humble village, Talle was the last person that would come to anybody’s mind. Now it appeared Talle was not the only neck-deep in whatever he was being accused of, he was even trying to rationalize it. God, you really never know with men. Who would have thought… but what was it really that they had done?

“Excuse me, officer,” the Hakimi cleared his throat.

“Yes?” The policeman turned to the Hakimi.

“Whatever it is that this man here would have done, it is expedient that you take a witness from here so that we can explain his absence to those who may wish to know something about his whereabouts.”

“Please yourself, Hakimi.” But I can assure you that this man here would be absent for a very long time.”

“Who among you wants to follow them to town to report what is happening there?” the Hakimi turned to his courtiers and other members of the community who had earlier trooped in to complain that Talle was observed buying more foodstuff than he was used to buying. They had observed the trend for almost one week before they decided to take action.

The people cringed and turned their gaze away from the Hakimi. “Well, then,” the policeman said, “since nobody is following us to town, we would adequately inform you through the Hakimi whatever happened later.” He then turned to Zaki.

“Is this the Talle you told us about?” he asked.

Zaki nodded.

The policeman raised his baton, “Can’t you talk?” “Yes, yes. He is the one. That is Talle.”

“Ok. Let’s go.”

Two other police constables dragged Talle up and whisked him out of the Hakimi’s residence and into the waiting police van. As they drove slowly towards Talle’s house, the people, hitherto reluctant to follow Talle to town, now willingly followed the police vehicles to Talle’s house.

Once there, the policemen followed Talle into the house and shortly thereafter came out with a young boy of no more than thirteen years old. Talle was already handcuffed. He was hoisted into the waiting vehicle where Zaki was and the boy sat in the front seat with the leading police officer who obviously was the IPO, the Investigating Police Officer.

The vehicles zoomed off and left Lafayette as hurriedly as they entered. That was the last anybody in the community saw of Talle. There was a rumour going on some years later that he was sighted in the border town up north where smuggling thrived. This rumour was however unconfirmed and it fizzled out as fast as it started.

Of course, Hakimi reported that the IPO sent a message detailing what happened in the Talle saga. Talle and his fellow conspirators were sentenced to some years of imprisonment with hard labour for kidnapping and extortion. The story the police told was intriguing in its simplicity. Talle was pressed for money and he went to town on a weekend and he met Zaki. Zaki had a better idea.

He told Talle that at the GRA, there was this businessman friend of his who would always be seen driving with his son in his car. If they could abduct the son, Zaki was sure the father would pay anything for ransom.

Somehow the boy was drugged and abducted and in the middle of the night, they brought the boy to Talle’s house in Lafayette and kept him for one week before the police came and freed the boy.

The boy’s father had been contacted and warned never to involve the police. The father reasoned that the kidnappers were amateurs since their asking price was one million and later came down to two hundred and fifty thousand nairas. Zaki was arrested at the point of collecting the ransom.

“Wow. That is some story, mum.” Omar said. “It appears to be a general admonition to all of us. Why do you say it is of particular interest to me?”

I smiled and said, “My son, you are like that young boy in the story. You are going to university. Do not trust anyone.”

“Surely, mum…”

“I understand. Of course, you will make friends and all that. Just be careful.”

“If he likes, let him trust everybody,” Teemah said.

“Mum, I’ll…”

“Yes, I know what you will do. But whatever you would do, don’t get mixed with bad company.”

“Like kidnappers, mum?”

“Nope. Like cultists and those who engage in EMAL.”

“EMAIL?”

“EMAL. Exams malpractice.”

“Oh, it was an acronym too?” “It has many names.

“Surely, I will avoid that.”

“You remember Salma?” Bint raised her hand as if attempting to answer a question in the classroom.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Salma is that student who embarrassed herself during your registration.”

Zbint declared.

I was impressed. “Clap for my Bint.” The others clapped half-heartedly.

“Well, if you remember, by her confession, our school was not her first,” I said.

“How did you know, mum?”

“She told me. We later became friends. It was exams malpractice that drove her out of the university.”

“How?”

The Life Changer – Chapter 4 To Chapter 9

Use the links below to Read other Chapters of the Life Changer Jamb 2022 Recommended Novel.
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January 14, 2026

UNIBEN Post Utme Form 2021/2022 Out Now

Is UNIBEN Post UTME form out for 2021/2022?; So many students online search this topic or rather they ask this question When will UNIBEN Post UTME form 2021/2022 be released? Are these questions going through your mind, Do not panic because we have got you covered in this article.

Recently, we have been receiving lots of messages concerning the University of Benin Post UTME admission form 2021/2022. So today we have decided to write this article in other to answer all of those questions.

Some of these queries can be seen below:

Is UNIBEN Post UTME form 2021 out?
When will the University of Benin Post-UTME form 2021/2022 be out?
How can I apply for UNIBEN Post UTME screening 2021?
How much is University of Benin Post UTME admission form 2021/2022

University of Benin (UNIBEN) Post-UTME Form for 2021/2022 Academic Session has been released.

UNIBEN Post Utme Form 2021/2022

Today, the University of Benin (UNIBEN) Post UTME Admission Form for the 2021/2022 Academic Session has been announced. Registration begins at 8.00 am Monday 17th of August and closes at Midnight on Monday 14th of September 2021. UNIBEN Post UTME Date is from Monday 23rd of November, 2021 to Tuesday 8th December 2021. THE FORM IS #2,000.

The Screening Exercise shall be conducted using the Computer Based Test (CBT) mode. All candidates are expected to be seated, at latest one hour before the stipulated time for their screening exercise.

ELIGIBILITY AND UNIBEN 2021 CUT OFF MARK

Uniben usually has a general standard for offering admission. To gain admission into Uniben in this 2021/2022 session, Candidates must fulfil the following criteria:

A minimum of 200 marks in the 2021 UTME for all courses except those for which higher benchmarks have been specified on the University Website.
See Uniben Cut Off Mark Requirement 2021for the full guide

Obtained at least five (5) credit passes at GCE O/L, SSCE, NECO, or their equivalent. The subjects must include the English Language, and Mathematics (for courses for which a credit in mathematics is required) as well as three other relevant subjects at not more than two sittings, except for the MB.BS degree for which only one sitting is required. (four if excluding mathematics).

Note: Eligible candidates should click on Register to create a Uniben Kofa account.

HOW TO APPLY FOR UNIBEN ADMISSION SCREENING 2021/2022

Visit uniben.edu
Click on Student Portal
Click on WAEUP Portal.
Then Click Application at the top left of the display page to proceed.
Select the 2021/2022 Admission Screening Application.
Click on Register for Application

Enter your Surname exactly as written on the JAMB Registration slip and your JAMB Registration Number immediately, your ID and Password will be displayed on the browser.

On the https://uniben.waeup.org click on ‘Login’ (top right of front page).
Enter your Username and the password to login.

To start the application process, please click on application record’, provide all required information and upload your passport photograph.
Upload a RECENT and CLEAR “1×1” COLOUR PASSPORT PHOTOGRAPH WITH RED BACKGROUND IN JPEG FORMAT ONLY.

Great care should also be taken to follow the specified formats on the UNIBEN website and portal. NOTE that the photograph uploaded will be the only valid ID for all admitted candidates throughout their stay in the University of Benin.

FAILURE TO UPLOAD THE SPECIFIED PASSPORT PHOTOGRAPH WILL LEAD TO DISQUALIFICATION and failure/forfeiture of admission.

To pay for the Application, click on “Add online payment ticket” at the bottom of the page, then click on “Pay with Remita” on the top left corner of the page, follow the instruction to pay the application fee of N 2,000:00; with a valid ATM-Enabled Card from any Commercial Bank in Nigeria.

A link is displayed “Download past questions to practice upon successful payment.
Preview and confirm your information before submitting your application online. (No correction will be accepted after the closing date).
Go back online on the appointed date to print out the acknowledgement slip that contains your specific screening schedule.

UNIBEN Post UTME Screening Exercise Schedule & Details

S/N	GROUP	COURSE CATEGORIES / FACULTY
1	SOCIAL SCIENCES	Social Sciences
		Management Sciences
		Education – Social Sciences
		Education – Management Sciences
		Mathematics and Economics
		Statistics
2	PHYSICAL SCIENCES	Engineering
		Environmental Science
		Physical Sciences
		Education – Physical Sciences
		Technical Education
3	LIFE SCIENCES	Medicine
		Dentistry
		Basic Medical Sciences
		Pharmacy
		Life Sciences
		Education Life Sciences
		Agriculture
4	ARTS	Law
		Arts
		Education Arts

Candidates should go back online on 25th July 2021 to check for their specific Day, Venue and Time for the Screening.

NOTE that GSM phones and calculators are NOT allowed.

UNIEN Post UTME Application Closing Date

Application website closes by Monday 14th of September 2021 (i.e. all applications must be concluded online not later than Monday 14th of September 2021).

Candidates who pay after the deadline of Midnight Monday 14th of September 2021 will not be screened.
A Must Read: How to pass Uniben Post Utme

DOCUMENTS TO TAKE TO UNIBEN SCREENING

You will be required to take some documents around. They include: Acknowledgement slip/ Screening Invitation
Slip that contains the screening schedule.

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January 14, 2026

The Official List Of Courses Offered in UNIBEN 2021
The official list of Courses Offered in UNIBEN and Departments, Do you want to study a course at the University of Benin (UNIBEN) but you don’t know the Course to select from the list of UNIBEN Courses?

Do you have a particular Course that you want to check whether it will be among the UNIBEN COURSES that will be listed below? Do you want to apply for admission to the University of Benin (UNIBEN) but you don’t know the course to apply for because you don’t know the list of courses offered in UNIBEN?

Recommended: UNIBEN Post Utme Form 2020/2021 And Closing Date

The Official List Of Courses Offered in UNIBEN 2021

Do you have a particular course or department you want to study in UNIBEN but you don’t know if they are offering that? We understand your question and we are here to answer all of it by providing you with the official list of Courses offered in the University of Benin (UNIBEN).

Brief Details About University Of Benin

The University of Benin is a public research university located in Benin City, Edo State, Nigeria. It is among the universities owned by the Federal Government of Nigeria and was founded in 1970.

Courses Offered in UNIBEN and Requirement

Admission Requirements For Arts, Social Sciences and Management Sciences

Arts Students

Candidate must have at least 5 credits in Mathematics, English, Literature in English, Government, Economics and Biology either in WAEC (West African Examination Council) or NECO (National Examination Council) in not more than 2 sittings and can be combined, that is, WAEC and NECO but must not be more than 2 years apart.

Social Science and Management Science Students

Candidates must possess at least 5 credits in Mathematics, English, Economics, Accounting, and Biology, either in WAEC (West African Examination Council) or NECO (National Examination Council) in not more than 2 sittings and please note that WAEC and NECO results can both be combined for admission process but must not be more than 2 years apart. The candidate must make at least 200 pass mark in JAMB to qualify for internal screening by the University of Benin

Admission Requirements for UNIBEN Science and Engineering Students

Candidates must make at least 5 Credits in Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Technical drawing (Engineering Students) either in WAEC (West African Examination Council) or NECO (National Examination Council) in not more than 2 sittings and can be combined, that is, WAEC and NECO but must not be more than 2 years apart.

The candidate must make at least 200 pass mark in JAMB to qualify for internal screening by the University of Benin (Uniben), We have put together a complete list of all the courses offered presently at the University of Benin.

Faculty of Administration
1. Insurance
2. International Studies And Diplomacy
3. Marketing
4. Business Administration
5. Industrial Relations And Personnel Management
Faculty of Agriculture
1. Actuarial Science
2. Agricultural Economics
3. Animal Science
4. Fisheries
5. Forestry And Wildlife
6. Soil Science
Faculty of Arts
1. Drama/Dramatic/Performing Arts
2. English Language And Literature
3. Fine Art/Fine And Applied Arts
4. French
5. History
6. International Studies And Diplomacy
7. Languages And Linguistics
8. Linguistics / Edo
9. Linguistics And African Language
10. Mass Communication
11. Philosophy
12. Religious Studies
Faculty of Education
1. Adult Education
2. Adult Education / Political Science And Public Administration
3. Adult Education/Economics And Statistics
4. Adult Education/English Literature
5. Adult Education/Geography And Regional Planning
6. Agricultural Science And Education
7. Business Education
8. Computer Education
9. Early Childhood Education
10. Education & Economics
11. Education & Mathematics
12. Education & Physics
13. Education & Religious Studies
14. Education And Biology
15. Education And Chemistry
16. Education And Edo Language
17. Education And English Language And Literature
18. Education And French
19. Education And Geography
20. Education And History
21. Education And Integrated Science
22. Education And Political Science
23. Education And Social Studies
24. Education Fine & Applied Arts
25. Educational Administration
26. Educational Management
27. Environmental Education
28. Health Education
29. Home Economics And Education
30. Human Kinetics
31. Industrial Technical Education
32. Physical Education
33. Technical Education
Faculty of Law
- Law
Faculty of Pharmacy
1. Pharmacy
2. School of Dentistry
3. Dentistry And Dental Surgery
Faculty of Health Sciences
1. Medical Biochemistry
2. Medical Laboratory Science
3. Nursing/Nursing Science
4. Optometry
5. Physiology
6. Physiotherapy
7. School of Medicine And Surgery
8. Medicine and Surgery
9. Anatomy
Faculty of Sciences
1. Animal Biology And Environment
2. Biochemistry
3. Botany
4. Chemistry
5. Computer Science
6. Environmental Management And Toxicology
7. Geology
8. Industrial Chemistry
9. Industrial Mathematics
10. Library And Information Science
11. Mathematics
12. Mathematics And Economics
13. Microbiology
14. Physics
15. Physics / Industrial Physics
16. Plant Science And Biotechnology
17. Pure And Applied Mathematics
18. Science Laboratory Technology
Faculty of Management Sciences
1. Accounting
2. Banking And Finance
3. Business Administration
4. Economics And Statistics
Faculty of Social Sciences
1. Entrepreneurship
2. Geography And Regional Planning
3. Political Science And Public Administration
4. Public Administration
5. Social Work
6. Sociology And Anthropology
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January 14, 2026
Discover Uniben Cut Off Mark Requirement 2021

Uniben Cut Off Mark Requirement 2021. So many students online search this topic or rather they ask this question Is Jamb Cut Off Marks for Uniben Out for 2021?, how can I know Jamb Cut Off Marks for the University of Benin?

Well, I answered the most I could answer and I thought it was a wise idea to put this article down here so you all searching for “Jamb Cut Off Marks for Uniben 2021/2022” will get your answers below, continue reading!

See – The Official List Of Courses Offered in Uniben

Most candidates having received their 2021 JAMB results must be wondering about their chances of securing admission this year into the University of Benin.

Are you looking for Uniben JAMB and Departmental cut off mark 2021? did you score low in jamb? what is the JAMB and Departmental cut off mark for the University of Benin? see below jamb Cut Off Marks for University of Benin 2021.

Uniben Cut Off Mark Requirement 2021

The direct answer to the above question is “200”

The Jamb Cut off mark for the University of Benin is “200”. This means that you need to either score exactly 200 or above it before you can qualify to buy the Uniben post UTME form and be considered for admission by the management of the University of Benin.

See – Uniben Post UTME Past Questions PDF Download

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January 13, 2026

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The Life Changer – Chapter 6 To Chapter 9

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Chapter Three Of The Life Changer (Read Jamb Novel 2022)

The Life Changer – Chapter 4 To Chapter 9

UNIBEN Post Utme Form 2021/2022

HOW TO APPLY FOR UNIBEN ADMISSION SCREENING 2021/2022

UNIBEN Post UTME Screening Exercise Schedule & Details

UNIEN Post UTME Application Closing Date

DOCUMENTS TO TAKE TO UNIBEN SCREENING

The Official List Of Courses Offered in UNIBEN 2021

Brief Details About University Of Benin

Courses Offered in UNIBEN and Requirement

Arts Students

Social Science and Management Science Students

Admission Requirements for UNIBEN Science and Engineering Students

Faculty of Administration

Faculty of Agriculture

Faculty of Arts

Faculty of Education

Faculty of Law

Faculty of Pharmacy

Faculty of Health Sciences

Faculty of Sciences

Faculty of Management Sciences

Faculty of Social Sciences

Uniben Cut Off Mark Requirement 2021