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One Monday morning, just as devotion was about rounding off, the principal walked into the Assembly Hall, accompanied by the vice principal. It was unusual to have two principals in the same morning devotion, except for a very important announcement from the government. Something was certainly in the air. Tension filled and soaked the hall, as students shifted on their seats and whispered to each other, wondering what the matter could be. Then the principal stepped up to the platform along with her lieutenant. There was pin-drop silence, as she began to speak gently and almost audibly. "As we all know", she said, "our final year students seated here with us are about to begin their West African Examination Council examinations, next month". Everyone was brought to a rapt attention. It was becoming clear to some senior students what the principal was driving at. The long awaited change of students government and appointment of new prefects was here at last. Somehow, the school authorities had managed to keep it unusually under wraps, and teachers who were known to be close to students never got wind, as usual, of the developing story.
To Alan, it was nothing short of a thunderbolt. The full force of what the principal was about to say paralyzed him with fear. He became instantly nervous, sweating on his palms and forehead. He had all along be carrying his shoulder high as a peefect-in-waiting. His popularity among student and some teachers had gotten into his head. He had in fact become a bit swollen-headed if not recalcitrant in the relationship with the outgoing senior students. This morning he had not even tucked in his shirt and he was unfortunately sitting in-between two final year students that he was a thorn in their flesh. Now the die is cast.
"Accordingly", the principal continued, "there is need to appoint new prefects to take over from the outgoing prefects". A passing motorcycle, owned by an old teacher and smoking like a chimney with a broken exhaust pipe, was the only noice that violated the tranquility of the hall. But the moment Alan's name came out of the mouth of the principal, the hall broke into a standing ovation. "Emperor, Emperor, Emperor".
In his seated position, Alan immediately tried to tuck in his shirt, before stepping out to the podium where the principal had invited him. But a senior student jacked him up forcefully for everyone to see and know that this brand bee prefect was a stubborn boy and did not even dress properly for the morning devotion. It didn't matter as much. Too little, too late. A new King had already been born. Ambition of being a prefect fulfilled. Mission accomplished.
