George knew he wouldn’t miss the party organized by the Kegites club that night for anything. Not even his editorial work would keep him in the hostel. His crew still had some write-ups to finish. They were on the recent Black Axe case dismissal by the Court, but he could always come back to them afterward. He preferred to work late when most people slept. The noise around that period was lower, and he could concentrate. His cronies would be in their beds too at that time. Even if the editorial was pressing, it was vital for him to make an appearance at the party. It came with his duties. It was not easy being the Secretary General of the Students’ Union especially that of a great institution like Obafemi Awolowo University, but it was a responsibility he loved. As such, he carried out his functions dutifully. Most of the students don’t even remember his name. Everyone called him Afrika, a nickname that had gained popularity very quickly due to his activism and staunch anti-cultism

For the umpteenth time, the elements made their presence known, unleashing their anger on mankind. The thunder ferociously clapped, warning man of the enormity of its strength. The lightning, not wanting to be outdone, unrelentingly flashed its brightness. It sent shivers down the spines of the adults. The young ones scuttled under the folds of their mothers’ skirts. The pregnant women uncomfortably shifted as their tiny babies jerked within them. Something eerie and sinister smelt in the air. The feeling was unmistakable. As expected, the lights were out, adding to the blackness which was only occasionally broken by the lightning. Suddenly, the cry of a man’s voice in agony cut through the night. The old women shook their heads and grasped their breasts. They pitied the motherhood. The men spat on the brown earth, murmuring in their throats. The cry of pain went on for a while and abruptly came to an end. Almost as a signal, the raging storm stopped, and calmness was restored