Saturday, 7 January 2017

Indelible Merit


INDELIBLE MERIT

      “Oh,” Mr. Dare exclaimed as he sat in his office. “We just have two weeks to go.” He thought.

       Mr. J.O. Dare was an experienced and astute headmaster who truly knew his onions. It invariably took him nothing to get the best of whatever he so desired; it suffices to say that he effortlessly strived towards excellence. His kin cum junior colleagues respected him for such rare idiosyncrasy. Another remarkable part of his person that was worthy of emulation was that he was so disciplined and easy-going. You hardly saw him quarrel with anyone even while issuing disciplinary directive to any of his staff or family members, as the case might be. He usually reprimanded or scolded anyone found wanting in a polite and mature manner, that, everyone far and near found his presence very attractive. This attribute alone made him maintained a good management–staff cooperation in the public primary school where he was currently serving.

       In spite of the fact that he was heading a government institution, he handled and managed it as he would if it was his. In fact, the school in question was widely reckoned to be a privately owned citadel of learning, thus parents and guardians from all walks of life were, on a daily basis, trouping to the school to get their wards registered. To assert the least, Bojeri Grammar School as the name went, was always ahead of its contemporaries whenever it called for inter-school debate/quiz competitions, among other competitive outings.

       As Mr. Dare was seated in that office on a Monday morning immediately after the school’s assembly period, he was deeply occupied with the ongoing Mathematics quiz competition his school had been participating in, with a few other primary schools across the federation. The preliminary rounds of the competition had already been conducted; hence, Bojeri Grammar School was one of the best and lucky ones that made it to the grand finale that was expected to take place in barely two weeks time.

       “Good morning, sir.” Mr. Ayo greeted the moment he walked into the headmaster’s office.

       “Good morning, Mr. Ayo.”

       “Sir, you sent for me?”

         Mr. T.A. Ayo was the school’s Mathematics expert. The boss had earlier sent a pupil to his office to call him.

       “Yes I did, my dear,” Mr. Dare responded. “Please, sit down.” He urged, gesticulating.

        Mr. Ayo majestically sat on one of the backseats sited opposite Mr. Dare’s. Going by his countenance, he already knew the purpose for the invitation.

      “Please tell me,” Mr. Dare said. “What is the latest?” He inquired.

       Mr. Ayo was silent, trying to employ delay tactics.

       He was the most adored and celebrated teacher in the school at that moment, so he could attend to questions in any manner chosen by him. It wasn’t that he was impudent; he was only trying to showcase how important his services were, which no doubt was a common trait in human behaviour.

      “How prepared are the kids?” the headmaster added in a jiffy.

       He was referring to the primary six pupils whom were meant to represent the school in the said competition.

      “Sir, I must confess,” quoth Mr. Ayo. “The kids are doing very well.”

      “Sure?”

      “Yes sir.”

      “Remember, only two would make it to the competition?” Mr. Dare reminded. “Others would only be there to cheer them up.”

       Mr. Ayo nodded in comprehension.

      “So, who are the two pupils that would represent us?” Mr. Dare enquired. “Or, are you yet to decide?”

      “No sir,” Mr. Ayo answered. “The two are available.”

      “So, who are they?”

      “Amanda and Bisi.”

       The aforementioned girls were among the pupils whom had been actively involved in the race, ab initio, thus the headmaster had nothing to doubt about their competence and reliability.

       “Both of them are girls, right?”

       “Yes sir.”

       “I understand both are competent, but…”

       “But what, sir?” Mr. Ayo interrupted.

       “You see, Lagos is a cosmopolitan state,” Mr. Dare asserted. “So, I wouldn’t want a situation whereby people would think we lack competent boys in a school situated in such state.”

       “How do you mean, sir?”

       “I mean, we need to mix the genders of the proposed participants.” Mr. Dare informed. “Let it not be one-sided.”

       “Sir, are you saying this because both are girls?” Mr. Ayo chipped in. “What of if they happen to be boys?”

       “My dear, don’t let it seem as if I am against a certain gender.” Mr. Dare clarified. “I am only trying to balance the equation.”

       “Sir, I understand where you are coming from, but…”

       “But what?”

       “I am afraid,” Mr. Ayo notified. “Bisi and Amanda are the best heads I can figure right now.”

       “I have always trusted your ability, Mr. Ayo,” the boss enthused. “So, don’t fail me now that I need your services most.” He added, looking into his eyes.

       “I will try my best, sir.”

       “Now you are talking.”

       “I wish to take my leave, sir.’

       “It’s alright,” replied the headmaster. “Please, do get back to me by tomorrow, okay?”

       “Alright sir.” Mr. Ayo said, stood up and walked towards the entrance.

       “One more thing, Mr. Ayo.”

        Mr. Ayo turned, remained attentive while standing.

       “Don’t forget,” quoth the 57-year-old Mr. Dare. “We are targeting five million naira.” He frankly reminded.

        Mr. Ayo smiled and calmly took his leave.

        Mr. Dare smiled too as he watched him depart. “Stubborn man indeed!” He observed amidst the smile.

       The following day, the 43-year-old Mr. T.A. Ayo returned to the headmaster’s office with the names of the newly selected pupils for the awaited competition as requested. This time, the chosen ones were Amanda and Kola; needless to say that Bisi had been delisted in order to suit the gender-balance quest of the highly revered headmaster. Kola had equally been amongst the active participants from the outset.

      “This is good and acceptable.” Mr. Dare enthused, as he received the names.

       Mr. Ayo smiled. “Thank you, sir”

      “Now, go and prepare them for the D-day.” The boss urged elatedly.

      “They are already ready, sir.”

      “I know,” concurred Mr. Dare. “I was referring to the finishing touches.”

      “Okay sir.” Mr. Ayo said, stood up and walked away.

       In thirteen days time, the long awaited D-day eventually arrived, thus the school embarked on a trip to Akure, Ondo State – the venue for the event. Kola and Amanda, the prospective participants were travelling in a separate car alongside the car’s driver who happened to be Mr. T.A. Ayo. The car was moving ahead of a Busscar bus that contained the rest of the staff and other participating pupils of the school.

       On reaching the venue of the epochal occasion, something very horrific occurred. Mr. Ayo’s car had a terrible accident owing to the bad state of the road, and the two prospective participants – Amanda and Kola gave up the ghost at the spot but Mr. Ayo survived though he sustained severe injury.

       What transpired consequently ought to be a story for another day. Or, what’s your opinion? Think about it!
 
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