personality.
" come in miss Disco " he said offering me a seat,
"You sent for me sir?" I asked
"I have a presentation for the class tomorrow, but I want you to do that on my behalf" he narrated
"Why sir?" I asked in a pleasant tone
"You look smart, but your actions don't prove that, this is a test for you" he said
"Okay s-ir" I shuttered.
"Make a presentation about scientific and medical professors in Africa that made their great achievement to develop African countries and probably their success stories" he instructed "and make a flash photography of them" he added.
"Okay sir, please can I get any resource materials for this project?" I asked. His phone buzzed on his desk, he picked up "hello... I will be right there" he stood and rushed to the door.
" you have to wait till I return" he pointed at me before leaving.
While waiting for him, I went through most books on his desk, I was curious to find out what was the content of most books. While going through his file, i found his photo album, most picture were eye catching, I found certain pictures I couldn't believe this was really Mr Anchor in the photos. I rushed off with some photos and resource papers.
The d-day finally arrived, I walked up and stood next to Mr Anchor in front of the class, the look on everyone's face present in the hall was amazing.
"Class your teacher today is miss Disco" he made the introduction that wasn't necessary. He walked off and took a seat to watch me,
"Hmmmm..." I cleared my throat
"Not every great person was born great, today study reflects the life of prominent professor in Africa, their achievement and success story. This case study proves that if the could do it, we can make a greater change in our Continent" I narrated. I couldn't believe I said that, such a wonderful start.
"Mr Himla Soodyall, a south African human geneticist, he did a genetic research into the people of sub-saharan Africa. This seems more interesting than I thought, the hall was quite and attentive including my lecturer.
" Mr Robert Ibrahim " I declared flashing his image on the projector screen,
"Wow! You are smart than i thought" Mr Robert made a comment.
Everyone in the hall were exchanging gaze in awe.
"Mr Robert Ibrahim a Ghanaian professor, he has taught a lot of students to excel in their field of studies throughout the years" I said flashing a photograph that cause the class to bust into loud laughter. The first photo showed Mr Robert in a street style with the caption "taunts in style". The second photo, made the class more noisy, the photo showed Mr Robert in a feeble minded style with people making fun of him at the background.
" stop this! Mr Robert yelled
"This class is dismissed" he rushed out of the class, the face he made before leaving was pleasing for me to see.
The expression on all the faces proved I did a nice presentation but I felt a bit of guilt.
"You got him there miss Di..." He restricted himself from saying the last word.
"Mboutidem, that's my name, you can call me Faith instead" I said
"Fiifi" he said letting out his hand to mine, the sparkles in his eyes were extraordinary. We exchanged pleasantries,
"You made him realise how it feels whenever he makes every student his case study everyday"
"Really" i exclaimed in shock
"Have gone through what happened to you that day before" he said.
"Wow! That's why she told me, welcome to the club" I whispered to myself
" well, I hope we get to see each other more often?" He asked in a please tone
"Maybe... Bye" I waved as he walked away to join His friends.
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