Act two, scene three

Ijoko is a busy area. Men and women are seen marching simultaneously. Abisola and Bolatito are also part of the moving train which appears like an army of soldiers.

Ogba Ayo is in ijoko. Their post letter directed them there. It is of a rural setting. The maidens nearly lost their way but for their understanding of the Yoruba dialect. Outside the school, Radeke and Shalewa are leaning on the wooden walls.

BOLATITO: How are you doing, girls?

RADEKE: Ekaaro Ma.

ABISOLA: (Exclaims) Too bad! Ekaaro o. Oluko agba yin nko?

SHALEWA: (Stammers) She is.... is... Office. Will I take you..... you to her?

BOLATITO: (Cackles) Hehe ooo! Yes. Let's go, please.

- The small office is unfurnished. The head teacher is a wonder. Her command of English is inferior. To Bolatito, dealing with her is quite easier compared to the school girls -

HEAD TEACHER: Ekaabo! ......... Sit down, please.

ABISOLA: We're from the NYSC orientation camp in Abuja. Our letters directed us here.

HEAD TEACHER: Yes, of course..... Yes. Mo ro wipe eyin meta ni won ran wan si'biyi?

BOLATITO: Yes, ma --- (Stammers) --- Ma, we noticed the students converse better in Vernacular. By the way, this is a school. The students are supposed......

HEAD TEACHER: (Interrupts in a rather loud tone) ---- Si fi iyen sile na. Leave that aside on now. I insist, where are the third person?

ABISOLA: He complained of headache. So, he had to take some medications. He will be here shortly.

HEAD TEACHER: Efori! Headache!

BOLATITO: Beeni, Ma.

------ In a short while, Patrick was well enough to report to the school. He called Abisola's phone for directions. Abisola and Bolatito already commenced teaching after a formal introduction. He heads to the head teacher's office -------

HEAD TEACHER: (Hums a local song)

PATRICK: (Knocks)

HEAD TEACHER: (Adjusts spectacles) Who's there?

PATRICK: Corper Patrick.

HEAD TEACHER: Come in. (Offers him a seat) - What on earth kept you late?

PATRICK: (Coughs slightly) Headache, Ma.

HEAD TEACHER: Okay. Okay. Abisola told me already. She did.

PATRICK: I'm sorry, Ma.

HEAD TEACHER: Let's go to the teaching hall.

CURTAIN FALLS