Lost to the monkey
The traffic in Maryland got really heavy, but Mr. Fletcher swam through. When he got out of the clumsy traffic-jam, he drove straight home. The evening sun stood tall behind the mountain when he applied the brakes and switched off the engine,bringing the car to a halt.
On getting out of the car,He was greeted by a deafening loud music. Imagination cropped up in his mind and he knew it had to be the dancing princess at home digging it. He shook his head, carried his suitcase and walked to the front door.
Meanwhile Dorothy felt on top of the moon as the beautiful lyrics of the song pierced through her mind like a lit candle melts to wax, the hypnotizing effect made her to rise up and dance.
Dorothy shook her body in excitement as the music vibrated and rocked with volcanic annoyance all over the house.
Mr. Fletcher dropped his suitcase in front of the door and knocked; to his utter despair nobody answered him.
“Open the door Dorothy.” Mr. Fletcher called severally but the volume of the music drowned the sound of his voice , he felt like breaking the door as he gave the door a shove but it wouldn’t open.
When he got piqued by her refusal to open the door, he went to sat in the car. Later he got tired and walked towards the door again. As Dorothy danced near the window, she saw her father’s car in front of the building.
“My dad is back, I am in deep shit.” Dorothy thought aloud, her heart sank. She leaped forward and ran all over the house looking for the remote control of the deck.
When she found it, she put off the CD player and peace enveloped the room. She cleaned her face with a hand towel and arranged her pony dark hair.
She unlocked the door, turned the handle and pushed it open, her heart rate increased when she saw her dad by the door with face quizzed up and tensed.
“have I not warned you to stop playing loud music in this house?” Mr. Fletcher asked angrily as he edged into the house. His stony face tore into her, Dorothy couldn’t look at her dad, she felt shy and embarrassed.
“I am sorry dad.” Dorothy apologised, when she saw how angry her dad was, she knew in her heart the day would be dull.
“I have been at the door for close to fifteen minutes, next time I won’t tolerate that from you.” he scolded, he dropped his suitcase in the middle of the room and fumbled with his tie.
“Okay dad.” said Dorothy with relief as she nodded and walked behind her dad.
“Where is your mother?” asked Mr. Fletcher, he tried to subdue his anger.
“Mom went to the supermarket.” she said while helping him with his jacket.
“All right get me my suitcase. ” said her father, he collected the suitcase from her and climbed the staircase.
“Oh thank goodness.” Dorothy said, she heaved a sigh of relief and fell on the sofa in the sitting room.
When the bell sounded, Dorothy and her friend went to sit down under a tree. They discussed as other students poured out of their classrooms into the school compound for the recess. On the field some students erected the “Brainy High School” sign board behind the post that faced the road.
“I forgot to tell you, my birthday is next week.” said Jane she touched her fringe hair; she knew Dorothy would be livid with her because she didn’t tell her earlier.
“So you didn’t want to tell me right.” Dorothy questioned with a frown, she was shocked by the revelation; Jane smiled at her and told her how sorry she was.
” I didn’t want to celebrate it but my sister convinced me.” Jane explained as she watched Dorothy’s facial muscle relax and she smiled.
“Okay, what are your plans?” Dorothy enquired, she touched her pony hair and looked Jane in the face.
“My elder sister has planned everything, I will let you know as things happen.” said Jane, her face beamed with delight.
When they got to the class, Dorothy didn’t let Jane inform her classmates about her birthday celebration, when she climbed the desk and told the class about Jane’s birthday.
“Hello class, my best friend Jane’s birthday come up in a week, you are all invited.” Dorothy announced, as she smiled and looked at Jane. Jane blushed with surprise so she covered her face with her palm.
“Wow, wow, wow, wow.” The class roared and everyone congratulated Jane, who giggled and rose up to her feet.
“So like I said, everyone is invited to the party.” said Dorothy, she got down from the desk and told Jane to climb it.
Jane got nervous and shy. She was reluctant about climbing up the desk, urged by her classmates however, she stood om the desk and they sang for her. The chorus rippled through the class and pierced the tense silence of the school.
When Mr. Cooper the principal heard the noise, he got up from his seat, went to the window, put his ear beside the frame and became still like an exhibition doll, right there he tried to discover where the noise came from, and he didn’t wait for so long.
Mr. Cooper stood up, arranged his trouser and walked to the class.His six foot huge body covered the door but the children didn’t notice his presence. He stared at the students as they yelled in witches’ chants within the class. He found his way to the front of the class, his neck muscle tingling.
When he tried to get their attention, his voice got drowned in the hubbub as the children roared.When he couldn’t take it any longer he had to raise his voice.
“What happened in this class?!” Mr. Cooper querried and the class became still like midnight. He hated it when students disturbed the solitude of the school with their loud cacophony.
“Good day sir.” the students greeted standing on their feet but he ignored the greeting.When he spoke again,his voice was thick and harsh.
“What is causing so much noise in this class?“Mr. Cooper demanded, swooping down like a strange bird with his chiseled face as hard as steel.
“Nothing sir, nothing happen Mr. Cooper.” Jackson the captain of the class answered, he peered at his classmates and crossed his fingers; expect the worse from him, Jackson thought to himself.
“You all will be in trouble if you do not say the truth! I dare you to tell the truth!” the principal threatened. He sternly looked at the children but none of them could peek into his face.
Mr. Cooper brought out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off a bead of sweat on his forehead. He paced all over the class and then walked towards Peter. Peter’s young face became flushed when Mr. Cooper got to him and touched his long hair.
Peter was so overwhelmed with dread that he couldn’t utter a word when Mr. Cooper stood in front of him. He sought saftey from his classmates but none came to his rescue.
“So Peter my good friend, tell me what caused the commotion inside the class?” asked Mr. Cooper as he peered into his face. Peter couldn’t stand him, so he opened his mouth and talked like a parrot.
“It was Dorothy, she came to the class and announced Jane’s birthday, the class kicked and sang for her.” Peter answered with a mournful expression. He knew the class would be mad at him; he had put them into trouble once again, what he did last term flashed through his mind like lightening at night.
“So Dorothy turned the class topsy-turvy.” said Mr. Cooper. He left Peter and walked to Dorothy’s seat with malevolent eyes. Peter breathed with relief and sat down, glad he had escaped Mr. Cooper’s wrath.
Dorothy became weak in the leg when the principal blazed toward her with his greasy face shinning like a mirror in the sun. She was really afraid because she knew Mr. Cooper would tell her dad what happened in the class.
“So it’s true Dorothy.” said Mr. Cooper, he touched his nose and stared at her with a stern expression. Dorothy stood like a prey before its predator.
“I am sorry sir.” said Dorothy; her pleas were heard in stony silence. She tried to hold back the tears that had welled up in her eye but much as she tried she couldn’t hold it for too long as the hot balls of tears cascaded down her face. Dorothy allowed the tears to flow on her face as Mr. Cooper stood there; he stared at her without an iota of pity.
“Listen class, I shall punish you and double Dorothy’s punishment. I shall report her to Mr. Fletcher, yes her father.” said Mr. Cooper,aggressively and menacingly.
The children’s ghost stricken faces didn’t stupefy Mr. Cooper as he paced inside the class. When he was ready to deliver his judgment, he rubbed his palms and directed his eyes to the children.
“Here goes my judgment.“he said Mr. Cooper and the class murmured sotto voce.He watched the children then he cleared his throat.
The class became still like a muggy burial ground, the children waited for Mr. Cooper’s decision with silent plea in their eyes.
“I forgive you all, congratulation Jane I wish you many returns.” said Mr. Cooper, he went to Jane and shook her hand, their eyes met and they embraced. Jane was so delighted, she couldn’t believe what happened to her -Mr. cooper embraced her! that must have been in her dream but it happened right there in the class, she looked at the principal again and tears of joy cascaded down her face.
“Thank you Mr. Cooper.” said Jane; she watched her colleague face tingled with excitement as they cheered her.
The class thanked Mr. Cooper, when he left they went to Jane and congratulated her.
In the evening when she got home, Dorothy had a headache so she took her medication and went to bed.
Mr. Fletcher worked in an office along George Avenue Maryland; he put on his glasses and read a magazine about holiday hot spots.
He suffered a plague of dilemma because he found it difficult to choose a good vacation spot for his family.One of his friends talked about Limpopo in Africa which Mr. Fletcher found interesting. He searched for books and article about the place that is called ‘The Natural Paradise’.
He took off his glasses lay it on the table after reading a portion in the magazine written about Limpopo.
“Its atmosphere is unique, wonderful and is given to indescribable wildlife encounter.”
As he read the magazine, he heard a knock on the door; Johnson his colleague at work opened the door and let himself into the office.
“Good day Fletcher.” said Johnson, Fletcher stood up and they shook hands. Johnson worked on the electrical connections all day his face so his face and hands was covered with sweat and grease.