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Once upon a 10 days in LAUTECH episode 3

Episode 3

Under certain circumstances, there might be the need to tell a motivator, ‘You can do better. Do not give up.’ That is because having confidence in oneself does not make one a better person. One might be in the wrong, however, but, to be sure, it helps a great deal.

The setting disposed upon above have Davies Clark, the President of a student organization in LAUTECH, pacing about his room in the extremest agitation. Now and then, he would close his eyes to prevent seeing the physicals; and gloomy ideas would flit before his imagination without knowing which one he should resolve to study and comprehend. He seemed engulfed between two hills, where he was groping helplessly to have an idea of what was happening at the other sides of the hills. He, a motivator and youth leader, found himself buried in such thoughts where he would have to choose between paths of which he had no idea whither any will lead him to.

Davies Clark was fondly called ‘Think Big’ by his peers. He merited the name for his habitual recoilings to Ben Carson in many conferences he had had with his people. ‘Ben Carson is right,’ he would say, ‘we have to think big.’ He had read a great deal and was excellent in intelligence. Committed to serving humanity, he was an icon in LAUTECH as he led many organizations where he used to gather youths and shared his knowledge with them.

Davies had on many occasions prevented riots among LAUTECH students without expecting any compensation from the school management. Such was the servanted life he was leading. But now, he was aware of his failure in his revered responsibility. He had to make a decision within a very short space of time, for LAUTECH students are about to set a gust of wind at pace which could create unrest in the environment.

But at this epoch, Davies was lost.

He felt it was wrong to prevent the occurrence of this perceived unrest, the circumstance which was in contradistinction to his principle: NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE, VIOLENCE IS EVIL AND IT MUST BE PREVENTED. So how could he feel it wrong to prevent violence in this case? Strange.

Thus he stared and reasoned with his eyes as time ebbed away in momentary silence.

The students are right afterall, he thought, why would they not confirm the death of their colleague. Yes, it is right to lodge the complain. We can not keep mute at such an instance. But the consequence?
He was in this state when a slight knock at the door roused him back to his consciousness.

‘Who is there?’ he said with his eyes fixed on the door knob.

‘Mark,’ returned a guy’s voice.

‘Oh, Mark. Enter, please.’

A tall, slender figure appeared from the door; and as it advanced towards where it could be properly seen, it assumed the form of a young man between the age of 21 and 22. He was highly shouldered and had a pork-marked face; the perfect physique of a rumor carrier.

‘How you dey?’ said Davies as he motioned him to a seat.

‘I dey fine, bro,’ he returned as he studied the room with a sidelong glance and assumed his seat, ’Bro Dav—‘

‘I was— yes, you have something to say.’

‘You were what?’

‘It escaped my mind already, continue please.’

‘Okay, shey you know say our guys go go para for palace tomorrow?’

‘So they’ve resolved to go to the palace tomorrow?’

‘Those guys never take am for joke. They no wan settle for management decision at all.’

‘But these guys ought to exercise patience. I suppose they do not know what this might cost them. It is just dangerous.’

‘Bro Dav—‘

‘Mark,’ interposed Davies, ‘no be say I no get this matter. But we have to exercise some patience. I dread the consequences of the actions they are about to undertake. Yes, the school management has failed us, but we should also consider what might happen when we stand against authority. I suppose we should be careful.’

‘That seems the best way to correct the attitude of the school management. If we fail to complain now, some instances like this will be repeated.’

They conversed for some hours, after which, Mark left and Davies absorbed himself in thoughts again. At that moment, the day was declining but Davies was unaware. He stood before his window, and through the blinds, he watched the retiring sun as it coursed sluggishly to hide behind the bush.

This strange circumstance had brought an irremediable alteration to his constitution. He who prevents violence, was then resolving within himself to fight in support of his people. To join them and correct what he conceived as inconsistency on the part of the school management. For the first time, violence presented itself to him as an indispensable instrument in restoring orders in the school.

‘This is death,’ he said to himself, ‘Death and the life of a soul. A soul that has a father and a mother like him. His parents would mourn. Then why should the school not take the death of the poor guy seriously.’

He slept in this state around 3 o’clock in the morning. So he slept until it is 10am in the second day, when the thundering voices of students in the street roused him from his slumber.

He as well passed some hours contemplating the thoughts he had abandoned the day before.

Then suddenly, without knowing the impulses conducting his actions, he prepared himself and left his room.

He could hear the distant shouts of the students as he walked thoughtfully. On his way, he branched at a bookshop along Under G gate and demanded for three white cardboards and a marker. The motivator and youth leader then wrote the followings in bold letters on each of the cardboard :




Thus he folded the three cardboards and went in the direction where the distant voices of angry students was coming from.

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