The teacher scratched her head, smacking it hard and continued murmuring. Olumide sat solemnly, drawing circles with his feet. Nifemi wasn’t scared of bami punishing her. She just didn’t want to disappoint him. They continued sitting that way for thirty minutes, stealing awkward glances and the only noise was that of the teacher smacking her head until bami opened the door.
Bami was surprised and looked at Nifemi questioningly.
“Ekabo.” The children welcomed him.
“Mr……. um. Nifemi’s dad?”
“I have something important to tell you about your daughter.”
“Say it.” bami sat in the closest seat to the door and removed his cap.
The teacher shifted uncomfortably because bami kept replying her English with Yoruba. She told him how bad she wrote, how she has slaved and tried her best for her and the recent scenario involving Olumide.
“I came to meet you, hoping you will proffer one.”
“Po ro fe?” Bami was confused.
“Ah. Apart from writing, is there any other problem?” He continued his replies in Yoruba.
“No, she is a very excellent student which I guess is the reason for her promotion all these time. I believe fear is a major reason, although I believe her writing skills were not properly groomed.
“It’s no bother. Even after waiting for a long time yesterday, I just had to come. Nifemi is too bright to be lost over handwriting.”
“So you came yesterday.” Bami turned to look at Nifemi sternly. “I must have forgotten.”
“That will be all, I best be going.”
“Forgive me for not offering you anything earlier, wait let me get something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m simply not an animal person.” The children giggled. Nifemi was happy that with all her long sentences and words like proffer. A mere chicken scared her.
“I’m sorry, please don’t be angry. I really appreciate you coming to inform me.”
“Of course, I best be going.”
When bami turned to look at Nifemi, she could tell he was hurt and greatly disappointed.