One would've thought I'd wait by the end of school, but immediately the jangles of the school bell had reached my ears, I made a run for it. Quickly, I returned to the hostel, had a shower and went for my lunch. Very watery palm oil-battered beans was what we had for lunch, with a carton of Five Alive fruit juice that was to be shared among twenty-four people. Splendid!"Senior Zainab, good afternoon." I greeted the refectory prefect. She was kind but insane. She had reduced our lunchtime from fifteen minutes to five minutes, claiming it was a lunch gathering and not a church gathering. Lemme tell you, she was right. But wrong also! It wasn't a church meeting, true, it wasn't also a sex-in-the-toilet contract of hungry teenagers. It was lunch for sane human beings!"Omotara, how are you doing?" She replied, in a motherly manner.
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