Y.A.H.O.O

 Y.A.H.O.O

Written By Ify Omeni - The Tale Weaver.

The school administrator looked with disdain at the people that were ushered into his office.

“Mr Kalu, what’s the meaning of this? I asked you to bring a computer engineer to replace Mr Lekan who is ill and you bring me this,…” He pointed at the five people who stood near the computer teacher. “Do you think we are playing chess here.?”

“Sir, these ladies came in highly recommended,” Mr Kalu explained.

“Ladies? These little girls…”

“Sir, please give us a chance,” one of the ladies spoke.

“Please sir, we are in the middle of a crisis,” Mr Kalu pleaded.

The administrator reluctantly led the way to the school computer room. He watched with disdain as the girls set to work. They mumbled a lot of coded language that he could not understand, while they fiddled with the computer systems. His disdain turned to amazement when the computer systems that had tripped off and paralysed operations at the school sprung to life.

“There you are, sir,” the leader who spoke earlier addressed the administrator. A confident smile sat on her face.

‘Who..are..you?” the administrator was the one who had lost his confidence.

“Yemi, Ada, Halima, Orah and Omonigho,’ Yemi, the leader, who spoke earlier, did the introduction.

 ‘Together, we form the word, Yahoo,’ Ada added.

  “We are the new generation of computer specialists,” Halima said.

 “Technology is a piece of cake for the future generation,” Omoye put in.

“We are young, but we have exceptional skills,” Omonigho spoke up.

The administrator looked at the computer whiz kids, whose names represented major tribes in Nigeria. He noted the confidence that they carried, like a second skin. His former arrogance fizzled away. He wondered how much he would be charged for such a skillfully executed task.

©Ify Omeni - The Tale Weaver.