He leaned forward, pointing his index finger downwards. It hovered inches away from the cap of a Bic biro balanced on an eraser, a make-shift see-saw.
‘You are here. Alone’
His finger migrated in the air, over the body of the pen. It came to a stop in the middle.
‘But this, here, is the centre of the universe, where the energy of the world collects’
He let his index finger drift back, to the tip of the blue cap.
‘Adebisi, you are off kilter. Understand?’
Failing chemistry was tantamount to falling off the face of the Earth.