The Saviour - A Story By VanTee20

INTRODUCTION
'Good moooooorning sir,' all the students in SSS2A chorused in greeting as our bald, freckle-faced, plump-cheeked, double-chinned, pot-bellied, eagle-eyed, Physics teacher, Mr. Theodore Ogwuzi, waltzed into our classroom.

.....oooh! This Akpari man again! Why do we always have Physics everyday sef?.....

Mr Ogwuzi stood for several moments in the middle of the classroom, gently stroking his luxuriant beard as he surveyed the class with the airs of a magistrate surveying his court.

'Good morning. Have your seats,' he instructed, after a lengthy period of silence, in a rather tiny voice that belied his tough exterior.

I sat down and quickly stole a glance at the big clock hanging on the wall of our class.

.....wtf! Is it my imagination or do the time really crawl during Physics periods?.....

The fact is I hated Physics, ever since I came into exposure with it, I'd never really been comfortable with it. Although concepts in physics were natural phenomena which constitute part of my everyday life experience, but nothing usually seem natural about them when I had to tackle them in the classroom, with their definition, formulae e.t.c to be memorized.....

'Today, we are going to continue on our last week topic, which is what?' asked Mr. Ogwuzi.

'Radioactivity!' every student in the class shouted in reply. Well, maybe not every one, because i had already forgotten all about the last topic.

To be continued......