Canteen Punks

“Oya, time don reach for all of you useless people to vamoose,” A fat man stated as he hit the table. 

In fear, all the ladies and children got up from their tables and walked out as some guys followed them out, laughing. 

I could feel dad’s anger rising at the rude statement the fat man had made.  

We had come to have lunch in the usual canteen close to dad’s small house which was also close to the local school. And this isn’t the first time Dad and I are hearing these taunts and rude words, especially to the female teachers. 

I knew today was going to be different as he stood up from our table and walked over to the table of the fat man who had just spoken. Seeing my huge dad approach him, he dropped the chicken he had picked from one of the female teacher’s plate with anxious concern. 

Dad sat on a table beside him; tapping his fingers on the table, he stared at the fat guy. 

Unable to hold it anymore, “what are you looking at?” He asked dad. 

But dad kept mute. 

“I asked you a question,” he roared as he leapt up and made to attack but dad was faster. Dad got hold of his fist and stared deeply into his daring eyes. 

The only guy who hadn’t gone out with the others moved to hit dad but he got a mighty punch that sent him to the ground. I chuckled. 

The fat man loosened himself from dad’s hold, charged towards dad and they started fighting. I figured out the other two had heard the noise because I could see them running in. Seeing that dad was gaining, I turned around and rushed for them. 

The lanky one tried to grab me but I ducked and immediately grabbed his arm and wrung it. I snickered as his cries filled the air. The chubby one rushed at me but I ran and I kept running around the table. 

“Jenny, I need you here,” Dad called, abruptly halting the fun I was having. 

I stopped running and so did the panting chubby man and with a blow to his forehead, I put him to sleep. 

“I’m here,” as I got to dad. He had hung a rope on the fat man’s neck but they were still struggling. Dad urged me to double the ropes. Torn between battling with Dad and me, his strengths faded, giving me the chance to double the ropes. As he let dad go, we watched him struggle for his life, upside down. 


It was 3am and they couldn’t stay anymore so they decided to head home. There was no cab, keke or bike to take them home so they trekked. 

After a long while, they felt they were being followed so they hastened up. 

“We should have waited till morning o,” Tochukwu whispered to her friends. 

“We’ve left already. So let’s focus on walking faster,” Gloria told them. 

Amarachi muttered some words of prayers as they walked hurriedly. 

“Where do you girls think you’re rushing to?” One of the girls asked them as the blocked the way. 

Fear gripped the girls as they saw their SS3 ladies and even some of their own classmates. 

“Home. Or do we live in the school?” Gloria boldly asked the girl who had earlier taken her drink at the party. 

With an excited irritation, the girl slapped Gloria; her cohorts cheered her whilst Gloria rubbed her cheek. 

“That is to teach you that you don’t answer a question with a ques,” she was cut short as Gloria retaliated. Everyone wowed. 

“And that is to teach you not to bully younger girls,” Gloria told her, Amarachi and Tochukwu smiled conceitedly. 

Kate, filled with rage, violently pushed Gloria to the ground. Gloria picked her dad’s phone she had collected from him and with a panting breath, she tried to make a call but Kate dragged the phone from her. Just then a madman ran past them yelling and in fear, the girls all ran away. 

Amara and Tochi helped Gloria up. They dusted her, removed their shoes and ran towards the direction of their houses.  

Gloria got home and realised she had lost her father’s phone. She explained everything to him. The next day he reported everything Gloria told him to the police authorities. Kate and her cohorts were dealt with at school while the teachers responsible for the misconduct at the all girls party were penalised.