TUGRIL(The Underground Room In the Library)–1

TUGRIL(The Underground Room In the Library)–1

Bidemi watched the dark guy open his bag, looked
about briefly and put some books into his bag.
Nothing was fishy about him putting books into
his back, but Bidemi still felt like watching him.
‘Excuse me, please’, a soronous voice said from
his back.
He turned back to allow whosoever it was to pass.
Shifting back, he was awed by the beauty of the
dark lady he was seeing passing his front. He
swallowed hard as the vanilla smell of her perfume
captured his nose and held it bound. She has an
hour-glass-shaped body: she has a very tiny waist
and a tiny shoulder. Her hair dangled around her
shoulder giving her the aura of a queen.
He allowed his eyes to follow her. He was still
appreciating her beauty when his eyes caught a
very popular inscription. This inscription was
popular among readers among the regular readers
at Boost Brain Library located at University of
Ibadan; the name ‘Boost Brain Library’ was written
on one of the books the dark guy was putting into
his bag.
‘What!!!’ He whispered. Maybe, he forgot, the
Librarian at the door would give this guy trouble
because no one is allowed to take the library book
out of the library without proper documentation.
Bidemi was sure the guy did not take it for proper
documentation because they were coming from the
same floor of the Library.
‘What’s my concern?’, he questioned himself,
putting his books into his bag.
The lady came back again, this time to pick her
bag. He could not help closing his eyes and
sniffing in her perfume gently just to enjoy it.
She was putting on a green three-quater gown
which held her body like its life depended on it.
‘Excuse me’, she said quietly again.
He shifted again. Suddenly, the books in her bag
poured out. He ran to her side to help her pick the
books.
‘Thank you very much’, she kept on saying as he
handed the books he was able to pick to her. She
had also picked some.
His eyes grazed quickly through her notes to see
what her name might be, and if he is luck enough,
to see her faculty or department; but, he did not
get the opportunity to see any of these.
Unknown to both of them, his Library I.D Card had
also dropped. The lady thought she was the owner,
so she picked it and dropped it into her bag since
they only need it when they want to enter the
Library.
Like a flashback, Bidemi remembered the dark guy
who had just dropped Kenneth Dike Library’s book
into his bag.
The guy carried his black back-bag from the room
where bags were kept, and moved towards the exit
that lead into the Faculty of Arts;
The keneth Dike Library has two exits. The one
that leads from the faculty of Arts is the main one,
it has a lot of flower trees in front of it that would
make one wonder if the original builders wanted to
build an orchard before thinking otherwise. The
other exit faced the sport complex and regularly
seen at this exit is a member university gaurds
popularly known as the ‘Abefele’, whose chocolate
shirt and black trousers is always Ironed; whose
black shoes are always shining.
Although, the gaurd at this exit change everytime,
one can still point at two people as the most
popular among them-a fair slim lady from the
eastern Nigeria and a chocolate skinned fat man
from the western part of Nigeria.
Bidemi followed him to see the outcome.
He plugged his ear piece to his ear as he followed
the guy, who seems to have the whole day to
himself as he moved gently towards the exit.
‘Open your bag’, a man with an aquiline nose (the
type of nose Harrypotter star, Daniel Radcliff has).
‘ Should we always show our bag everyday’, the
dark guy asked, grumbling.
‘Open it joor’, the man restated, his business-like
nose moved as he lean over the counter in front of
him to see the content of the bag.
The dark guy opened his bag angrily. Bidemi’s
heart pounded like a drum that is beaten for war.
He wondered why he was afraid, when he was not
even the culprit.
‘Ok..’, the man said.
Bidemi stopped breathing.
‘ You can go…’, the man continued then faced
Bidemi,’ Yes… Let me see your bag’. The man
searched his bag shabbily.
‘You can go..’
‘Whoa…’ Bidemi mouthed, trying not to make any
noise. There were some books he had borrow in
his bag, he was waiting for the man to see and find
out about the book. He always wanted people to
see the book ‘Microsoft For Dummies’. He wanted
people to ask him questions; make fun of him, so
that he can teach them all he had learnt from the
book.
He shook his head as he passed through the
white, sliding-glass door. He met the dark guy
outside, trying to close his bag.
He was sure he saw the guy putting a library book
into his bag but the guy has just proved him
wrong.
‘This people are not efficient’, he hissed loudly the
moment he got to the side of the guy.
‘Are you talking to me?’ the dark guy asked,
looking sideways.
‘No’, Bidemi replied, bending his mouth to look like
a small letter ‘n’ shape, ‘I was complaining about
those Librarians’.
‘Oh! Those fools’, the guy muttered.
‘As in, I do not understand how he will not see the
book I borrowed in the Library. With this people,
one can always take all the books in the library to
read’.
‘It is not that people can always take.I have taken
more than one.’
‘Are you kidding me?’ Bidemi asked, his heart
warming up with delight that he was right after all.
‘No….’, the guy said just as they got to the round-
about that divides the road to the main faculty(of
Arts) and its Annex.
‘Whoa, how are you doing it?’ He asked as if he
really wanted to know.
‘It’s so simple. All you have to do is to put the
book under the other books, sometimes I put them
at some hidden place in my bag’.
Bidemi opened his mouth in feigned surprise as
the dark guy kept on explaining the processes as if
he is describing the happiest day of his life.
‘ For example’, he said. He removed his bag from
back and brought out a green bulky book titled
”The American Revolution”, ‘ look at this book’,
pointing it to Bidemi,’ you were there when that
man searched my bag. He did not see this because
of my expertise’.
‘But… But why can’t you just borrow it
legally?’Bidemi asked, surprised this time.
He felt he needed to record their speech to
understand why the fellow would steal these books
and just to an article on it for their departmental
press.
‘ I have lost my library card’, the guy answered.
Bidemi continued checking his pocket for his
phone. He narrowed his eyes and looked on as he
and the guy moved on.
‘ So, how have you been entering the library?’ He
asked, to keep the conversation going.
‘ I’ve been using my friend s own’.
‘ I can’t find my phone’, Bidemi blurted out at
last,’please do you have a little credit on your
phone that I can use to flash it to know if it is here
or not…’
The guy brought out a silver NokiaC3 and gave it
to him.
With a fairly shaky hand he dialed his phone
number.
Then, it started ringing, singing Kirk Franklin’s ‘
None like you’.
Bidemi quickly touched his pocket, it was not
there. The sound was coming from someone elses’
pocket- The guy. Bidemi felt like rushing him into
the wall.



One thought on “TUGRIL(The Underground Room In the Library)–1” by Akintayo Akinjide (@Divepen)

  1. Hahahahaha! Two thieves. Cebi una see unself. Your decription of the Kenneth Dike Library was so correct. Well done!

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