I sat near the table, scrutinizing a handout on Biochemistry;these subheadings never looked familiar even when I had read them before.I always thought the course was hard to understand, just like women.
There was a loud knock on the door.
It was Dan.He looked infuriated.
“How far?” I asked, still looking intently at confusing chemical structures printed in ink.
I raised my eyes.
“Tea dey on top cabinet”
He went to the bathroom sink.
“I no come eat or drink anything”.He said.
“Which girl break your heart?”
He took off his lab coat and frowned a bit.
“My heart get screen guard”.
He was fond of saying this but,I knew Dan well,he could get broken.So I just grinned.
“How do I look?”he asked.
“Drenched in sweat”
“How do I smell?”
“Yeah.I know right?I just came from the cadaver room.My surgical gloves got torn while I was palpating the dead man’s groin”
I laughed hard.
“Be laughing ooo.Coronavirus just entered Nigeria”.
I dropped the handouts,threw the pen at the bed, and took off my spectacles.
“Shey no be one of your fake news ni”?I asked, with a feel of fright.
“Oga check your WhatsApp”.
I cracked my phone codes open and a notification bar from Google slid down the screen.
“2 Coronavirus cases recorded in Lagos, Nigeria”.
I was discombobulated.It was sadly true.
“Dan… we’re dead”.
“My guy,we don die.I’m packing already.I dey go Bayelsa.”he said.
“The school hasn’t closed,we have quizzes next week.”
“Na person wey dey alive go write quiz Oga”.he retorted.
“Let’s go for gross anatomy lectures yet, it’s almost 3.”
We got into our cooperate wears of white upon black, and scurried to the auditorium.
It was the provost of the school,who was on today’s class.He was one of the people I looked up to…he was obviously well experienced, having several degrees from Nigeria amongst other countries.His appearance and speech prooved it all.
His lectures were the best but, today I was just thinking of how we would all die of Coronavirus.
The lectures lasted two hours, and he concluded with,
“I need a good rest.I just attended a conference at Abuja.Do have a nice day.”
The department president asked us to stay back for a brief announcement.
“The school management has asked all and Sundry to go home,oweing to the necessity of meeting the demands of the federal government as to regards to an absolute lockdown for control of the Coronavirus.To this effect,all students are advised to evacuate the premises before the end of this week.Thank you”
“Thank God!!” Dan exclaimed.
“You too dey fear” I laughed.
I knew I didn’t wish to study, but I just believed I had to put something on my table.
So I opened my gross anatomy notes, and began to look through the pages, and stopped by at “The thigh muscles and femoral triangle”.
This were notes I took down when Professor Udemezue,the provost, taught on the last day we attended classes.I browsed through them clumsily, thinking of the professor’s laudible speech and his grey hair.He was a man of pure charisma.
My ringtone startled me.
It was Zubby,my housemate.
“What’s up man?”
“I dey.You open WhatsApp today?”
“No.wetin sup?”I asked.
“Prof Udemezue is cold”.
“Am I supposed to be his wife and get a blanket?”.
“He’s dead, stupid”.
“Wetin kill am?”
DEDICATED TO PROFESSOR O.O UDEMEZUE(Professor of Clinical Anatomy)…REST ON SIR!
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