Bethrand Chibuike @betty

"we can't pay such outrageous amount" the students barked. "We should organize a protest" a suggestion from the small pack.
"Yes! A protest by 6pm and we must spread the news on all social platforms" another voice echoed.

"We no go pay shishi!" Was the angry song as the scattered queue marched in their small numbers gaining little or no attention.
About an hour later there was a mass, a crowd, no a large mob. After short distance paroles, there was music for the angry students. Girls with only undies made the day remarkable for the boys by dancing and puting their waists off bearings.
It was a protest to remember, we can't pay such fees, not at all!

THE BEATING
It was the third time this small guy shouted at me to shut my mouth in public as if he had more to himself more than the small slim and weak size I see. I was so enraged this time. "I'll teach this boy how to respect people" I said to my friends as I walked to his direction uncharged (he was no match so no need for alarm), I just wanted to stretch out and give him a hard slap (you know those kind of adults slaps) people cheered and people were pleading I leave the boy but this small man had insulted me way too much.
My hand was close to his cheek when I saw imaginary stars and surprisedly I saw myself on the ground. The small boy had brushed me to the ground.
I knew immediately that the fight was bigger than it looks, I didn't want a fight with him. As I stood, he made forward and brushed me to the ground again. I immediately pretended to give up, drew back and made to walk away while he to turned to walk away. But I couldn't let this slide, I ran behind him and without him noticing gave him the most resounding slap of his life, that adult slap!.
I saw tears on his eyes as I ran from him.
I beat him. Yes I did, he was crying.
The slap was unbearable.