THIS ONE TIME

I always had this fear from the stories and few encounters I’d had with this lady and this only made me feel I weakling at heart. So I prepared 4 the ultimate challenge... Anyone would been able to go head on to face the lion like monster of a question that Dr. Gertrude was going to give us to discuss. I thought in my heart I wouldn’t be able to answer the question given the time limit we had been given to discuss... I kept trying to shoot up my hand to buy the little chance that would either make or break my image academic wise... Why would a man keep daring to waste of his social airtime in a mere second in the name of trying to make a name? I remembered Dr. Carson’s book on taking risks... so why not any way I said to myself.

            “Who is going to answer question two?” the question rang out through the nervous airs of the class... a cold chill ran down my spine... triggering adrenaline release that made every single hair on my skin stand. I remembered the last time I had messed up a question I knew how to answer and how the professor scalded me live with prickly words in front of the students... the day I felt a loser...”Yes young man can you answer that question” she called  out to me. Looking at the entire classes’ atmosphere, I was the only one with my hand up ready to go head on fight with the monstrous question I thought I’d prepared for.

            So I got up removed my clinical coat...only God could tell how squeamish I was feeling...with every drop of adrenaline making my heart beat faster, my breath deeper, my head pounding, I saw the question’s jaws gapping wide to swallow poor me, it roared like a wild lion ready to tear my ribs apart. It was the first time I was discussing such a monstrous question in front of the queen of academia. “God what did I do to deserve this”...I thought to myself.

            So I got my simple weapon to buy time...chalk. But it only lasted a few seconds before I had to fold my fist to drop punches on this lion. I dropped a few punches when suddenly I dropped me one on the face...I had forgotten the name of the buffer... I got angry, wild and charged like a wounded buffalo and headed straight for the neck and gave it a deep bite that sent the lion staggering to the ground. I had given it its own medicine. I saw the spectators beaming and I knew that even my enemies were now surprised at how I had taken down the monster they all feared. So a few tried to challenge my abilities with a few questions but deep in my heart I knew they were just kicks of a dying horse... may be a lion for this case. I made it. Everyone congratulated me for the job well done. It was just the beginning of more encounters to come. May be it is good to take risks after all. Now I can stand tall and be respected at least for this one time. Thanks be to God. And the sleepless nights are indeed paying off.

                                       Dr. Okra