The Vice Chancellor
Credit: actov
It was a night journey from Nnewi to Nsukka. We faithfully expected it to last for only 2 hours, but we weren't fortunate enough to have a benevolent spirit that will crack our kernels for us.
However, the cathedral of trauma that muffled our youthful voices on the journey, paved way for me to lay my humble eyes on that "Transport University" with a Vice Chancellor. I was forced into an ocean of peculiar imagination of on how this 'Transport University with a Vice Chancellor' would function because I deemed it impossible and impracticable.
It was a hectic journey; we were packed side by side with heavy and dirty goods. In a row, you have a passenger and a heavy carton of machine parts.
In some rows, you have carton of loads piled so high that if the Vice Chancellor accidentally jumps into potholes, it could possibly break a passenger's head, legs and arms, and you would receive sorry from 'All mass transit Vice Chancellor'.
The Bus took off by 6:00 pm and finally departed Anambra State in a jiffy thirty minutes. In our youthfulness, we lauded the Vice Chancellor's effort, because with such driving skills, we would get to Nsukka before two hours.
Only a Pentecostal Reverend, carrying a big black Holy Bible feared for his dear life; but what influence has he to the majority?
An our into the journey, we began to plead for our lives when it dawn on us that the Bus doesn't have sufficient light for such night journey.
The Reverend prayed and shouted at the driver in a freshly minted Igbo assent, mixing the two languages all at once.
"Driver, so inweghi enough light na this motor and you're running like someone whose mother is about to die"
"You guys don't need to worry. In Campus, you have a Vice Chancellor and I learnt he is doing wonders with una money" he said defensively, doubling the Bus speed.
We didn't jump into potholes till we get to 9th mile; albeit we didn't stop pleading for safety even though he gave deaf ears to our rantings. He halted the journey in other to take another "way bill" and we shouted to the zenith of our voice, but actually we have another Vice Chancellor, different from the one we cries to in campus using the Student Union Government.
"Driver you better stop all this nonsense and drive this bus to safely to Nsk" a student at the back row shouted but the driver barely noticed her presence.
We had pleaded him to speed up so that we could reach on time, so why are we now complaining?
"In all transport company limited, I'm the Vice Chancellor. You guys shouldn't bother" he whistle and sang, jumping inside the tarred road in a horrifying pace. He doubles the speed each time a luxurious Bus light hits our back. Such amazing speed would decrease, when it overtake us, and that we did repeatedly over and over again.
"Driver take it easy, my head is now paying me" a boy seating next to me said, angrily.
"I'm really sorry. I don't do night journey, although I'm the Vice Chancellor of all mass transit."
Whenever he unknowingly jump into a pothole, the whole bus jerked, goods do fell on passengers and he would plead and speed on.
I began to think about my life. When last did i go for confession? Could i enter heaven if such fearful thing happen? I thought, knowing fully well that there are minds that looked perturbed like mine in the Bus.
Finally, the a carton felled beside me and I claimed it got my legs. I shouted and hauled angry words on the driver. To our greatest surprise, he sounded indifferent to my anger.
"You guys think say here na campus right? Next time you guys will learn to be in park on time. You're the reason why I'm travelling late. Once it's 5:00 pm, you will come and enter Bus expecting me to sleep on the road with you"
At this junction, we knew our lives had been deposited on the alter of a truly Vice Chancellor, who has no University degree, but claims to have one in transport company Limited. The girls among us cried and the boys threatening to deal with him once we get to the park, but what if we don't get to the park entirely.
A woman held her hands in akimbo and cried bitterly.
That Pentecostal Reverend , who had committed the Bus into the mighty hands of God, drop his bible and began to shout at the driver.
All 'Youthfulness' were swallowed in surprise, because we had not expected an action from such a calm, holy man of God whose suit looked so nice and the tie, defiantly clipped to the black coat instead of the shirt.
As no words came from the Vice Chancellor, he slid through rows of chairs and managed to navigate to the front and did what all 'Youthfulness' couldn't do.
I closed my eyes and imagined a life after death, What he did could cost us a heavy bill. I still find my self, comfortable on the seat and when I opened my eyes, the Bus was running a moderate speed.
He must have waited for the Vice Chancellor to pass through the police checking point on high speed, before landing hot slaps on his ears.
He indeed portrayed that role of a Vice Chancellor of all mass transit by controlling the Bus well. He automatically reduced the speed.
"You slapped me? You idiotic deceiver! You that doesn't know that ties are clipped to the shirt not on coat? You illiterate! I will deal with you when we get to park". He threatened and the Reverend shouted 'Amen'
"Only if we reach Nsukka alive. The God that instructed me to slap you twice will fight for me when we get to that park"
I dropped a poll away from the park and boarded Bike to my hostel. Many thing ran through my mind; was nothing bothered me more than the clear truth that I missed the last episode. Would he beat a hell out of the Reverend? Would he drop Bible and fight?
I picked my diary when I got the hostel and a quote on the paper back caught my attention. 'Do not charge people to take dangerous risk on your life, at your own expense, to their own selfish interest.
Everyone listened to my narration, but my roommate promptly laughed and said:
"Such Reverend won't easily take a blow from you Vice Chancellor oh. He would put in action 'Kingdom of God suffereth violence and violence taketh it by force"
Later did I learn that he was rushing to deliver the goods, at the detriment of the passenger's lives.
We prayed over such Vice Chancellor, never to come our way each time we travel.
In this long race Dear, I shall be counting on you for we all know that success is sacrosanct.
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Credit: actov
It was a night journey from Nnewi to Nsukka. We faithfully expected it to last for only 2 hours, but we weren't fortunate enough to have a benevolent spirit that will crack our kernels for us.
However, the cathedral of trauma that muffled our youthful voices on the journey, paved way for me to lay my humble eyes on that "Transport University" with a Vice Chancellor. I was forced into an ocean of peculiar imagination of on how this 'Transport University with a Vice Chancellor' would function because I deemed it impossible and impracticable.
It was a hectic journey; we were packed side by side with heavy and dirty goods. In a row, you have a passenger and a heavy carton of machine parts.
In some rows, you have carton of loads piled so high that if the Vice Chancellor accidentally jumps into potholes, it could possibly break a passenger's head, legs and arms, and you would receive sorry from 'All mass transit Vice Chancellor'.
The Bus took off by 6:00 pm and finally departed Anambra State in a jiffy thirty minutes. In our youthfulness, we lauded the Vice Chancellor's effort, because with such driving skills, we would get to Nsukka before two hours.
Only a Pentecostal Reverend, carrying a big black Holy Bible feared for his dear life; but what influence has he to the majority?
An our into the journey, we began to plead for our lives when it dawn on us that the Bus doesn't have sufficient light for such night journey.
The Reverend prayed and shouted at the driver in a freshly minted Igbo assent, mixing the two languages all at once.
"Driver, so inweghi enough light na this motor and you're running like someone whose mother is about to die"
"You guys don't need to worry. In Campus, you have a Vice Chancellor and I learnt he is doing wonders with una money" he said defensively, doubling the Bus speed.
We didn't jump into potholes till we get to 9th mile; albeit we didn't stop pleading for safety even though he gave deaf ears to our rantings. He halted the journey in other to take another "way bill" and we shouted to the zenith of our voice, but actually we have another Vice Chancellor, different from the one we cries to in campus using the Student Union Government.
"Driver you better stop all this nonsense and drive this bus to safely to Nsk" a student at the back row shouted but the driver barely noticed her presence.
We had pleaded him to speed up so that we could reach on time, so why are we now complaining?
"In all transport company limited, I'm the Vice Chancellor. You guys shouldn't bother" he whistle and sang, jumping inside the tarred road in a horrifying pace. He doubles the speed each time a luxurious Bus light hits our back. Such amazing speed would decrease, when it overtake us, and that we did repeatedly over and over again.
"Driver take it easy, my head is now paying me" a boy seating next to me said, angrily.
"I'm really sorry. I don't do night journey, although I'm the Vice Chancellor of all mass transit."
Whenever he unknowingly jump into a pothole, the whole bus jerked, goods do fell on passengers and he would plead and speed on.
I began to think about my life. When last did i go for confession? Could i enter heaven if such fearful thing happen? I thought, knowing fully well that there are minds that looked perturbed like mine in the Bus.
Finally, the a carton felled beside me and I claimed it got my legs. I shouted and hauled angry words on the driver. To our greatest surprise, he sounded indifferent to my anger.
"You guys think say here na campus right? Next time you guys will learn to be in park on time. You're the reason why I'm travelling late. Once it's 5:00 pm, you will come and enter Bus expecting me to sleep on the road with you"
At this junction, we knew our lives had been deposited on the alter of a truly Vice Chancellor, who has no University degree, but claims to have one in transport company Limited. The girls among us cried and the boys threatening to deal with him once we get to the park, but what if we don't get to the park entirely.
A woman held her hands in akimbo and cried bitterly.
That Pentecostal Reverend , who had committed the Bus into the mighty hands of God, drop his bible and began to shout at the driver.
All 'Youthfulness' were swallowed in surprise, because we had not expected an action from such a calm, holy man of God whose suit looked so nice and the tie, defiantly clipped to the black coat instead of the shirt.
As no words came from the Vice Chancellor, he slid through rows of chairs and managed to navigate to the front and did what all 'Youthfulness' couldn't do.
I closed my eyes and imagined a life after death, What he did could cost us a heavy bill. I still find my self, comfortable on the seat and when I opened my eyes, the Bus was running a moderate speed.
He must have waited for the Vice Chancellor to pass through the police checking point on high speed, before landing hot slaps on his ears.
He indeed portrayed that role of a Vice Chancellor of all mass transit by controlling the Bus well. He automatically reduced the speed.
"You slapped me? You idiotic deceiver! You that doesn't know that ties are clipped to the shirt not on coat? You illiterate! I will deal with you when we get to park". He threatened and the Reverend shouted 'Amen'
"Only if we reach Nsukka alive. The God that instructed me to slap you twice will fight for me when we get to that park"
I dropped a poll away from the park and boarded Bike to my hostel. Many thing ran through my mind; was nothing bothered me more than the clear truth that I missed the last episode. Would he beat a hell out of the Reverend? Would he drop Bible and fight?
I picked my diary when I got the hostel and a quote on the paper back caught my attention. 'Do not charge people to take dangerous risk on your life, at your own expense, to their own selfish interest.
Everyone listened to my narration, but my roommate promptly laughed and said:
"Such Reverend won't easily take a blow from you Vice Chancellor oh. He would put in action 'Kingdom of God suffereth violence and violence taketh it by force"
Later did I learn that he was rushing to deliver the goods, at the detriment of the passenger's lives.
We prayed over such Vice Chancellor, never to come our way each time we travel.
In this long race Dear, I shall be counting on you for we all know that success is sacrosanct.
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