Scenerymania entry; why we hate him Part 1

"The mantle of leadership will be handed over to you people, where you'll have the ability to transform visions to reality. What are your visions? I'll give you a fortnight to think about it." He dismissed us. joy
  My secondary school is a renowned one in my town, a large, spacious and a park for intellectuals indeed. Yes, when i say intellectual i surely mean it, A former Head of State of Nigeria was a product of my school, the incumbent Senate President, A nominee for Grammy best female category award, an aspirant who contested against Obama, The greatest lobbyist in Nigeria, The President of Liberia, The Chief Strategist of Al-Qaeda, the best footballer on the planet earth, the Vice President of World Bank, Seven Vice Chacellor in seven different prestigious Nigerian University, the Mayor of Lancashire and so many prominent people on earth are my school products (ayam not lying o!).
The prefectship in my school had a wonderful  standard, you can only be one if your English is more than average, you must be fluent. Many of us that went to a private primary school can still communicate well and better than public school laddens.
   However, no matter how good you're, a pure blood of our school will never become 'The Senior Prefect'. If you want to assume the 'SP' position, then go to a private college and quit at SS2 to join the train of my school leaders, you'll sure be in the executive cabin, favoured as the Senior Prefect. The day he called us for the discussion, what he's actually doing is buying enough time for a new seeker to show up, a new private school boy to be our 'SP', it's already two weeks into resumption yet none had shown up.
  We all looked out everyday for the savior of our time, 'the new seeker', he shone with fame without an identity, some even advised the school to pronounced other prefects and leave the position for the anonymous but the principal insisted.
  After a fortnight, once again the principal sought for our audience and we responded. We were interviewed in front of a panel one after the other. After a thorough screening, we've all known our school-given post.
Kola, the to-be-senior-prefect, was overwhelmed with happiness for being the first pure blood seeker of the school, we celebrated with him as he bought us food and the likes during break-time at Iya Divine's stll that same day.
He fumbled about how great he had become, for him being the first of a kind, it is a good sign that he will also one day rule the world, that night he already prepared his highly motivation speech, the likes of Les Brown and Robert O. Kiyosaki's own that goes thus...
"I Kola, the son of man on this day assumed this post higher than the United State Presidency.
The future is ours, greatness and prosperity were the foundation of this school, if your glory is a dim type, once your foot were stepped onto this heaven, immediately your star would shine brighter. For me, this is the world before me, a Donald Trump is here, a Bill Gate in the making was staring at me and if truly Obama broke the record of being the first black president, then i myself with the galaxy of stars packed before me here would break the record of being the first black man to rule the whole world, i will show you what is meant by leadership, as it is the ability to transform vision to reality. On this day, i place it before you, dont call me the SP again call me the 'Global President', it's I, Kola Timba.
Thanks."
Sincerely, it would have being the best speech ever if delivered, i was so proud of my school as i read the speech.
  Then the D-Day, we've all ironed our uniforms, the ironed edges (gators) formed on our trousers  could slice a throat. As the assembly started, anxiety arose in us,  after the principal idiomatic address on the assembly, he moved on to naming we flag bearers.
He continued like,....."discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishments, please cross the bridge, I will hereby call on the new leaders of the school, they will....." the school messenger interrupted running towards the assembly,
"the seeker has arrived!!!" he screamed. Suddenly there was a vehement outburst on the assembly, either they were expressing their joy or angst I wouldn't know, all I know is their was chaos amidst our assembly row. The boy, a very tiny boy with a broad smile as if he purposely came to rain on our parade. "Yes!,  that's the man, UB3, give us a marching song", the principal suspended the assembly. As we were marching in, Kola fainted.
...To be continued
Yusuf abdulqoyum