Muhammed zainab
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The massive silence that took over the classroom when she entered was extreme enough to fit that of a grave yard. Madam Binta is known by almost all the students at the department to be cruel, ruthless, merciless and most especially emotionless lecturer. So to command silence was not a new thing in most of her classes. She bears this outlook that shows a serious, intelligent, smart made woman; though she’s in her late twenties and probably the youngest lecturer at the department she keeps her principle as far back as anyone who knows her can remember. She is endowed with a perfect figure (if there was anything so) her skin is radiant chocolate and some students even rumored that her skin feels like that of a baby. Her nose is pointed and designed so well that one could assert that maybe she designed them herself, her lips is well shaped with stiff edges as if carved by a skilled sculptress and her eyes is white as the snow; complemented with a dark eyeball as dark as the eclipse. Most students squint that it was not her merits that gave her the job but her beauty; she’s heard this speculations herself but she’s used to it now. Some of her male colleagues seem to show her great empathy and some of them have even made advances towards her, however what she could not phantom was why, so most of them now refer her as the young feminist due to her indifferent attitude towards men.
Though it was her first time in the Masters class, the students seem to be well aware of who she is and what she stands for. As she glanced round the class she made her intolerance known to them and made her rules clear to them. The students seem rather to awe at her than surprised, she spoke in soft tone but firm and assertive, finally she made it clear “ we can be friends or enemies so do well to cooperate” as she was still talking, her eyes fell on the young man sitting at the edge, somewhat behind the class. He’s eyes was firm with a strong jaw, broad shoulders and handsome curvy face, Binta could not believe her eyes, her feet became numb and her palm began to sweat, she felt her stomach rumbling as if butterflies, she tried to talk herself out of her thoughts but she seems far lost to recover; suddenly the student at the front row snapped her out “excuse mah excuse me mah” instantly she regained herself and rushed out of the class in great despair. As she heads to her office, thoughts kept on running in her mind, running even faster than Usain Bolt; she asked herself many questions which turned out all rhetoric: “am I in love? Is this for real? Or is this just a trivial attraction, Perhaps am just carried away, maybe I need rest”. As she sat behind her desk in her office reminiscing, the knock on her door brought her back to her senses “yes come in” when the door opened, she could not believe her eyes, the shock that gripped her was beyond words, it was the same person that placed her in that thoughts standing right before her……………………………………………………………………………………….the story continues………………………………
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