₦25,000 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚‎𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 2 - 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕Seconds pass. Maybe a minute.‎Then a shadow falls across the doorway — wide, slow, unhurried.‎---‎Baba Sule. The gateman. He drifts past with a bundle of sticks tucked under one arm, muttering something low and private to himself, the way old men do when they think no one can hear.‎He pauses at the doorway.‎---‎Peeks inside.‎His eyes find the bag immediately. And he 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 — longer than a man just passing by should stare. His jaw moves slightly, like he's calculating something.‎---‎Then he shakes his head once. Slowly. And walks away.‎The corridor swallows his footsteps.‎The classroom is still again.‎---‎Sunlight. Dust. The bag on the chair. Door half open.‎𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 — 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑁𝑔𝑜𝑧𝑖'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑝, 𝑀𝑟. 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒'𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 —‎₦25,000 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱. 🄵🄸🄽🄰🄻 🄿🄰🅁🅃 In the comment section👇‎