Life In Idand: Old Dog saga

He was nicked by a senior student who went by an alias; Jadon.
He was so full of himself. I write this, not with hypocrisy or a feeling of self-righteousness but with public opinion.
He played "the hot and fresh kid" but really, no girl seemed to be attracted or have a thing for him.
When he talks, he always feigned a deep baritone voice, which when u pay attention to carefully, you'll know he struggle to maintain it tempo.
He was always at the back, where the oldies of our class sat.
Enoch was his birth name, Old dog he later claimed.
Old dog was cool, you know in his way. He was always sagging (Placing his short below his waist) which was the trend back then. A folded white handkerchief he would place between his collar and neck.
He saw himself to be a "big boy".
As was normal, Old dog had always been calm when receiving stokes, which was the only thing girls loved about him. He would keep a straight face, while a teacher would whip the life out of him. He placed a face that spelt bravery and numbness to pain, while I knew within me that it was a façade.
Junior secondary 3 was kinda fun for us. We shared a class with the 'B' arm. it was a big hall with a blackboard and door at opposite ends.
Class A would use the blackboard to the left while class B would use the latter. So it wasn't unusual for boys to sneak into the B class when they saw a teacher coming in, especially when they didn't do their homework.
Whenever I ponder over my time in js3, a day always come to mind. The day Old dog's persona loosed its spark!
A hot afternoon it was!
The sun was at its peak, so making noise was difficult. We expended much energy fanning ourselves, to rid our bodies of the heat that evolved due to the high temperature. We chatted among ourselves in low tones.
It was at that time that "senior Cy" and "senior Jadon" came into our class.
Everyone stood up to greet. We greeted after the class prefect had hit his table 6 times -as was the norm-.
Senior Jadon noticed that it took "Old dog" a while to get up. So he walked towards him and asked the reason for his sluggishness and reluctance in greeting.
Old dog adjusted his collar, which then- was

considered an act to show one's self pride.
Senior Jadon asked again, yet Old dog refused to answer.
"Kpaaaaaaaah!" A hot slap landed on Old dog's face. From the look on Old dog's face, one could tell the slap was alien! It was something he had never come in contact with before. It was rather too hot and hard that it echoed across the hall. I'm sure passersby would have heard it clearly.
The senior ran back to his colleague; senior Cy and got a cane from him.
I could see him approach Old dog, as he walked up close. He held onto Old dog's short, at the waist level. Squeezed it tight, so as to bring out the flat shape of Old dog's ass, so that the strokes he was about to administer would penetrate his flesh down to his marrow.
"Kprrrrrrrrah! Kprrrrrrrrah!! Kprrrrrrrrah!!" he kept flogging Old dog, mercilessly. We could see Old dog jerking forward as each lash married his buttocks.
From the look in Old dog's eyes, one could tell he was a mile away from joining his ancestors. Each stroke was sapping the life force out of him.
Then the senior stopped and let go of him. Old dog held on to his desk(locker) tightly. He wouldn't dare try to adjust his short or sit, for his ass was red hot at that moment.
He was trying so hard to keep his cool and prevent tears from welling up his eye lids. The senior walked towards him again, looked him in the eye and said mockingly "look at him, he wants to cry!"
The seniors laughed at him as the left our class.
Old dog left his desk and walked towards the door, I could virtually see smoke coming out of his buttocks.
A friend asked where he was headed, "To piss" he replied in a low tone.
After a few seconds of Old dog's departure, one of our classmates felt a bit pressed too, so he decided to go out to ease himself.
Unfortunately for Old dog was shedding tears like an infant that was denied breast milk.
Instead of easing himself, the boy ran back to relate what he saw.
"Come see! Enoch dey cry! Enoch dey cry" he said. He dared not call Enoch- "Old dog" for if he did and it got to Enoch's ears, the boy's bones would have been used as drumsticks for the school band.
Some of the boys in our class ran to verify and came back laughing. I laughed a little, though with guilt inside, for i felt Old dog's pains!
We were a "Mosaic". All of us with different personalities and mindset which when put together, formed our unique class. We were really a body. If one of us skipped school, it surely won't go without notice.
I miss Idang! I miss Old dog! I miss the set of js3.
When I got into senior secondary (ss1) things got really funny.