MAD WOMAN

52. BIKONU {PART ONE}.

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BIBOERE'S P.O.V:

I was the best tree climber between me and all my Madagascar cousins. Miebi had always been an ajebo-wannabe {boujee-wannabe}, so he was most certainly the worse. Coconut tree? Banga tree? Even plantain tree—that ended up with me and Ebiere breaking it into two and falling from it because it was too delicate to be climbed on—I've climbed everything. Even to climb wall, or jumped fence to steal guava from my grandparents' neighbors in the village, I have climbed.

Yet not even one of my expertise impressed Eloka when I told him he didn't have to hold my hand. He just hissed, yanked me by the arm and guided me like a baby up the sixty feet sand hill. The same sand hill students began avoiding after just one incident that occurred many years ago.

He placed a nearby mat he found just lying there and ushered me to come.

"This is not romantic." I spoke in a heavy, thick, and pissed off Nigerian accent as he forced me to sit at the edge of the hill with him. We were very high from the ground and too close to the edge. Any person terrified of heights would have fainted just by looking down from the hill staring at the fresh water river that sailed through Wilberforce Island.

"Of course it is." He relaxed himself as he had on the most victorious smile ever. "Just imagine you're on the beach and near the water."

"Near the water kee you dia. We're sixty feet high in the air."

"It's thrilling."

"Do you know what else is thrilling? Or should I say reminding me of the start of a thriller movie? Taking me to a haunted sand hill."

"Sand dump is not haunted." He scoffed at my dramatic nature.

"How do you know?! Are you from Bayelsa?" My eyes widened at him in frustration. "My Mummy told me that few decades ago when this nonsense school was still in it's early twenties, a student was beaten to death by Amasomma boys."

"I know the story." He shook his head at me.

"You know yet you took me to a place that a boy was killed like a dog over one hundred and fifty naira?!" Eloka was insane! In accordance to some of the N.D.U alumni from that period that I knew now, the agberoes demanded from the boy and his friends money. Like as though sand dump had turned to a tourist center where we all had to pay a fee to climb and have a good time. They ordered for one hundred and fifty naira each from all of them. Obviously, they were perplexed but eventually agreed.

That was how one of the hooligans now said instead of sending one-fifty, they should send five hundred naira instead. That was how the matter escalated and one of the students angrily refused and stood up to the bullies. So much to the point it ended up enraging the bastards. Tragically, it ended up with Asamowei getting beaten to death by the thugs.

Pandemonium erupted in the town and on campus for the next couple of days. People were devastated and infuriated considering this was not the first time some of the village people were harassing students all in the name of it being their homeland. And so many people were ready to take actions against the town if the perpetrators were not found.