That Day

From a distance, I watched my friends and other final year students jubilate. It was our last day in school; we were done with life of the university. I watched some kneel in the open field, hands tightly clasped, and eyes tightly locked as they rendered prayers of thanks to God for a successfully concluded academic programme. I also saw some splash water playfully on themselves as they rejoiced. A lot of people were putting on white vests that had been crazily designed by signatures from the pens of so many school friends. I could hear the final year music students making really good melodies in jubilation, and I saw some others like myself sitting from a distance, and quietly observing things.

The exceeding joy of a particular female student called to my notice. She was a young lady, perhaps in her early twenties. I watched her race about with repeated screams of “Yes! it’s all over!!”. She screamed so loudly, and her voiced bellowed momentum in the hearts of many students around. She sped on, and then she removed her shoes, and flung them( into God knows where ) I smiled and shook my head, “what a joyful madness!” I thought. But then, her next action got my eyes widened, she tore off her shirt, and sped on, her bra exposed. A couple of girls noticed and began chasing after her. They were her friends, I guessed. She stopped again reaching for the straps of her bra. In attitude, my mouth then, joined my eyes. She yanked off her bra and sped on, to nowhere in particular, her big breasts dangling about, and she, still in her screams. She was soon caught up with, as some guys had joined in the chase. She had gone crazy! She was mad, and this wasn’t joyful madness, it was the real madness! l watched her struggle with them for a few minutes before she was tied and taken away.

There was another scene that had been created somewhere else, and a crowd of people had formed. Someone had been splashed acid in the face, and the perpetrator had escaped, leaving the victim lying down in oblivion, his face, totally fried. I got up from where I sat, and swiftly, but stealthily, walked out of the school compound, immediately boarding a bus that headed to the direction of my house.

As I stepped into my one room apartment, I locked the door behind me, and fell on my knees, simultaneously bursting into prayers of thanks to God. It was all over, and I was alive; I was safe; I was sound.

18 thoughts on “That Day” by Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

  1. ojestar (@ojestar)

    Good story….I was expecting more though.

    1. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

      Thanks for the comment @ojestar. And may be I’ll see to adding more in the manuscript.

  2. Christopher Titus (@christitus)

    Quite interesting!

    1. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)



  3. adurodolu (@Durodolu-John-Adewale)

    Simple and thought provoking

    1. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

      Thanks Adurodolu

  4. namdi (@namdi)

    I share same view as @ojestar.

    Still, it made me remember ‘that day’ in the university: though nobody went mad nor did anyone get an acid bath, still the scene was really MAD! I was just an observer oh!

    1. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

      Surely a day like that is worth reminiscence. Thanks for your comment @namdi

  5. I’m yearning for more lines ad this riveting piece triggers some nostalgic feelings…

    1. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

      @innoalifa, I’m glad it triggers those nostalgic feelings. Thanks for stopping by.

  6. Aderonke Daramola (@Shovey)

    short and precise. it sure got me reminiscing, I was happily mad too on that day. I rolled and rolled on wet sand and poured white powder on people’s faces. nice story there tho I expected more paragraphs.

    1. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

      @Shovey, I can only imagine you that day. Thanks for your comment.

  7. Vincent de Paul (@vincentdepaul)


  8. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

    @vincentdepaul, I’m glad you find it intriguing

  9. Lovely piece!

    Should I expect more?

  10. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

    @GereOchuko, I’m glad you consider it lovely. And to your question, that’s where the piece ends. Thanks for your comment once again!

  11. Niqui (@Dominique)

    I like this piece. It’s that kind of piece that keeps your eyes glued because you want to get to the ending.

  12. Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

    @Dominique, I’m glad it’s satisfactory. Thanks for your comment.

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