Now who could be disturbing me as I try to catch up on sleep? It’s a Monday morning but I have no classes.
I open my eyes, and let the ringing irritate me to wakefulness. It’s the official ring tone.
“Hello.” I say in my most awake voice.
“Could you please come to my office?”
“Do you have a class?”
“No. I can be there in 20 minutes. And I did not find the assignment you were supposed to leave in your pigeon hole.”
“Yes, I was calling you about that. You see, there were printing problems. You just come to the office and I will explain that.”
I run to the shower, bathe quickly under the resentful stare of the cleaner (she had already flooded the bathrooms), get dry clothes from the lines because I forgot my keys somewhere outside school, and head to his office. A 10 minute walk and 2 flights of stairs later, I knock.
It’s an open office but he is the only one there.
I stick out my hand.
“Hello, how are you?” He asks.
“ Am fine thank you.”
“Take a seat.”
I pull a chair from a neighbouring table and sit down.
“How is your day? “ Do u have to ask that?
“And how was you weekend?” Yawa!
“About the assignment. You see, since I could not print it in time, I decided that instead of the assignment, you will do CAT 2. That will cover more topics, because I will finish the syllabus tomorrow.”
“The assignment is supposed to cover RPC….but the CAT will cover the remaining topics. I hope the rest of the class will agree to that.”
“I think they will.”
“So what day should you do the CAT?”
“I think Tuesday is better because we already have 2 CATs scheduled for Wednesday.”
“Okay. Then you will do the CAT on Tuesday.”
I am about to rise, when he says:
“Let me ask, where in Kenya do you come from? Wait, you already told me. Where in Kisii do you come from?” Huh? Maybe natural curiosity.
“And do your parents stay there or they stay somewhere in Nairobi?” How is that your concern?
“You have a house or they work there?” WTF? Seriosly..
“Both your mum and dad?” I think I know where this is headed, Mister. Don’t try any shit. My mum and dad are my parents, right?
“You look like you are going on a journey.” He says, eyeing my bag.
“Am going to the library.”
I rise, ready to go.
“Wait, are you the firstborn or the lastborn?” Ala?
“Eh, Congratulations.” Do I look like I had anything to do with it?
“Imagine am the lastborn.” I don’t give a fuck. He is smiling sheepishly. “Do I look like a last born?”
“There has to be one in every family. I will tell the class about the CAT.”
I leave the room in a hurry. I don’t even bother returning the chair I used to its place.
No offense, but he is the ugliest lecturer I have ever seen.