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“I never fight…I never get involved in a fight unless God asks me to fight,” Chukwudi said. “How and when does God tell you to fight, idiot?” Kelechi asked him rudely. “Don’t call me an idiot, Kelechi. Because I am quiet, it does not mean I am stupid,” Chukwudi warned him. Chukwudi was a tall young man whose muscles did not need an introduction. However, he was terribly shy and withdrawn…so shy that everyone made fun of him. Kelechi on the other hand was loud-mouthed, skinny and as small as a piece of thread. “How can you say you are not stupid when you say the most stupid things?” Kelechi hurled another barrage of abuse at Chukwudi. “I have warned you, don’t call me stupid.” “And if I did, what would you do?” Kelechi asked him authoritatively.

“I will beat the life out of you oh!!!” Chukwudi said pulling his right ear in an attempt to warn Kelechi of what might be coming his way. Kelechi pushed Chukwudi without fear. “What would you do?’ He asked him as he pushed him. “Don’t touch me again oh!” Kelechi pushed him the second time. “Do your worst, coward!” Kelechi said. “You said I should do my worst?” “When are you going to stop talking and warning me? What can you do, coward?” Kelechi said as he pushed him the third time.

Before Kelechi’s hands left Chukwudi’s body, he felt a horrendous blow across his face. He began to see tiny flashes of stars that appeared and disappeared in quick succession. Chukwudi had whacked him across the face with full power. Before Kelechi could regain his composure, he felt another blow across his face. This time, it hit the spot between his eyes and nose, sending him sprawling on the floor. “Chineke mu eh!!! “Oh my God!!!)” He squealed as his frail body hit ground. He clutched his face as the power of Chukwudi’s blows permeated his skin like hot African red pepper.

Before he could process what was going on, Chukwudi leaned over him and began to pummel him. “You will kill me oh!” Kelechi begged, as he struggled to shield his fragile face with his skinny hands. Chukwudi punched through his hands, delivering terrible blows to his face. “Somebody help!” Kelechi shouted. “I told you I don’t fight unless God’s tells me to fight. Today, you provoked God so much that he allowed me to rain my power and ferocity on you,” Chukwudi muttered as he delivered killer blows on poor Kelechi’s face. To Kelechi’s delight, a few students heard his cry for help and came to his rescue. It took four students to pull Chukwudi away from him. Kelechi was hardly recognizable afterwards. There were mountains and valleys on his face and his eyes were as dark as charcoal. There was no square centimeter of his face that had not felt the mighty force of Chukwudi. Kelechi staggered in pain as he struggled to see anything.

Soon, one of the students reported the fight to the vice principal who summoned both Kelechi and Chukwudi to his office. “Now, what led to the fight? You two, stop moping at me. I want answers before I suspend the two of you,” the vice principal threatened. Neither of them said a word, so he ordered them to kneel down. He began to look for paper and pen to write them suspension letter since neither of them wanted to recount the event that led to the fight. Afraid that he could be wrongfully suspended, Chukwudi decided to tell the story.

“Sir, ife melu bu na… (Sir, what happened was that…).” Chukwudi began to say in Igbo. “No Igbo language here!!! Explain yourself in English, after all, you are in senior secondary (SS) 3!!!” The vice principal barked at him. Chukwudi stopped as he gathered his thoughts…in English Language. “Sir, he jack me one, I quiet. He jack me two, I silent. He jack me three, then I jack am now!!!” He said with audacity. Not even the vice principal could keep himself from laughing. He tilted his head and sat in his seat and laughed until his eyes began to tear.

Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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