When we were in Jss 2, we had this habit of giving our teachers name. The name we usually gave them was associated with either their subjects or their appearance.
We called our maths teacher simultaneous equation, our English teacher was called Queen Elizabeth because of her pronunciations. Our civic teacher that always wore a long stiletto heels, we called her madam koikoi.
Our principal who had a very big potbelly, we often joked that he was three weeks pregnant and so we nicknamed him Precious. We called our government teacher Buhari because of his wickedness. Our computer teacher often behaved like a robot, we gave him the name.
Other teachers too were given their own names that I can't remember. Whenever these teachers were coming, we will call them by their nicknames and everyone will start laughing.
But then, we had a supreme rule guiding us. No matter the situation we found ourselves, we would not open our mouth to tell any teacher anything. And so everyday, we would sit down carving out names for our teachers.
So one day, our civic teacher came to teach us. She wore her old school stiletto heels as usual but this time, it was looking very funny. Immediately she entered the class, everyone erupted into laughter. Our teacher was now wondering what the matter was.
I had to rescue the class by saying that Ebuka did something funny. She then proceeded to teach. When she was done, she left and we started laughing again. I told them that they almost blew our cover.
The next teacher entered, Mr. Robot. One thing that we liked about Mr. Robot was his walking step, he had this slow and precised step like a robot.
He started teaching and the class became interesting to the point that he left the topic for the day and started gisting with us. He told us about his school days and how they used to give their teachers name. Immediately he got to that part, we started laughing.
I knew he had caught us and so he continued by saying that he knew that we had names for all the teachers. Then he asked what we called him, I quickly said that we called him uncle computer.
He did not believe, he asked again. That was how Ebuka started telling him the names we gave to all the teachers. When Ebuka was done, gist stopped, Mr. Robot left the class with a frown. That was when the class realized what Ebuka had done .
I quickly ran to the school clinic, told the nurse I was sick and then slept off. The principal later came back to the class and punished everyone. He gave them a thorough beating. I only came back from the clinic and heard the story.