THE DEMON BEHIND THE SCREEN.

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Edited by; the_unusualwriter.

Inspired by; My Dad.

A NOVELLA.

At exactly 12:30am, the demon behind the keyboard released the spiciest ofofo of all times. Loud shouts and screams were coming from the hostels; everyone was glued to their phones, reading and reading the headlines of the just-released article before delving into the main stew, and he smiled contentedly upon hearing those cheerful shouts and surprised screams. He had given them a balanced diet.

Tukur Oyetunde, a 300-level psychology student at the University of Ketu Agbari, was the demon behind the screen. The keyboard was his master, and words were his slave. He would twist them however he wanted to and come up with a fleshy headline and a saucy article, and guess what? All the students would rush at it, licking their fingers off as they savored the taste of the ofofo. He had a blog named "Adolf Hitler," where he posted different stories about students and lecturers at the university. To be very honest, they were one hundred and one percent true. And he normally releases his stories once it is thirty minutes after twelve o'clock. Do you know the painful aspect of this? He was anonymous. No one knew he was the one; no one suspected. Everyone was scared it could be their closest friend, their roomates; people watched their backs as they walked, but you can never be too careful. Gossip is inevitable. I tell you.

Tukur was very thin, smallish, and also dark-skinned; he wore these nerdy glasses and looked like he was going to die soon; no one really cared about him save for tests and exams because he was smartness itself. Girls would usually flock around him, rubbing his soft hair and his bony chest as they dumped full sheets of paper in front of him, but once he was done with the assignments and had turned them in, they were back to treating him like trash.

"You are not our type." They would say He once asked a girl named Aisha out on Valentine's Day, and guess what she poured him? a bowl of hot custard. Do you know the funny thing? She took the box of chocolates and food tray he bought alongside the bouquet of roses and left him standing there. Girls, you would say. 

Adolf Hitler. com was his revenge against everyone, those that had a hand in his humiliation and those that didn't. "Everyone must pay!" he vowed. So Tukur is HIV positive; he contracted it sadly from birth, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He made sure he ate well and always visited the school's clinic for his anti-retroviral drugs. He refused to join the STD club at school for fear of stigmatization, but his secret wasn't so secret for long. He was seen at the school clinic collecting anti-retroviral drugs by the famous rumor peddler Ignatius, and you can't expect more from such a human being. Without asking any questions, he spread the news around the whole class, and the next day in class, Tukur walked in, innocently unaware that a deed had been done, and everyone started shouting "HIV! God forbid! Tufiakwa! . He was too stunned; tears welled up in his eyes as he ran outside and straight to his hostel room. And when he found out it was Ignatius, he vowed to make everyone in Ketu Agbari pay. As long as he knew about you, you were going down for sure. 

So he started Adolf Hitler.com, and every day he would post different stories. The recent one has a funny headline. "Lecturer Osasogie, why?" It was written in red. Lecturer Osasogie was a dogged Pentecostal evangelist, and he usually wore ash-fading suit trousers and a red suit with a creamish brown shirt inside. He always had his brown leather bag slung across his little pot belly. He was always preaching about Christ and warning young ladies to steer clear of prostitution and keep their legs shut until marriage, which is true anyway. He condemned everything condemnable, so it was really unfortunate that while teaching the 400 level History class, he brought out a red pant instead of a handkerchief, and guess who that pant belonged to: "Biliki peppers." The famous Oyibo. It was alleged that the pants were very expensive and that they were from Zara. No one expected it. He was henceforth nicknamed "Lecturer Osasogie, red pant."

Everyone was scared of their secrets being revealed. There was one time he released an article with the headline "President Shady Shady." It was about one of the contestants for the post of SUG president. He had invested all his money in the election, buying food for almost all the students in his level, hosting different shows here and there, doing giveaways, sleeping with different girls while promising them bone straight, and all in a bid to win, but at the end of the day he lost woefully and ended up sleeping under the flyover with his belongings.

It wasn't always Gbas-Gbos until he started uploading pictures alongside Hot Ofofo. He exposed Chioma, the famous influencer's cheating boyfriend; all the lesbians and gays; all the gigolos; all the cultists. He exposed Busty Olayande, who wore the best clothes and always looked good but whose mother was a beggar on the streets. Everyone was having it hot. He was consistent until his final year.

And on the last day at Ketu Agbari, he did the worst! I want you to guess.

Going

Going

Gone!

You guys didn't get it. He came out of his shell and told everyone he was the one behind Adolf Hitler. He posted his picture, uploaded it, and smashed his laptop. They all didn't know; nobody knew except you and me. At exactly 12:30, the demon behind the keyboard released the spiciest ofofo of all times.

Kpor! Kpor! Kpor! He heard a soft knock on his door; he opened it, and they broke in and rushed at him—5 muscular men and one lanky boy. They beat him mercilessly, and the rest is history.

I don't know what happened next. Good bye.

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