The Lecture Hall hummed with afternoon drowsiness. An elderly professor in wire-rimmed spectacles and a meticulously embroidered àgbàdá stood before rows of students, his silver-threaded garment a splash of elegance against the drab walls. The youth before him, mostly twenty-somethings in casual wear, slouched in their seats, their attention wandering.

The double doors burst open with a bang. A boy—no more than fifteen—strode in. Despite his adolescent frame and voice that occasionally cracked, he carried himself with the commanding presence of a general. His worn sneakers squeaked against the floor tiles, yet somehow added to his mystique rather than diminishing it.

"Take your seats," he barked, fixing the professor with an unwavering stare. “You too, sir. Front row.”

The professor, caught off guard, complied.

"Now then," the boy continued, pacing deliberately, “where did we leave off last week? What ground have we covered in the scheme?”

A frantic rustling filled the room as students rifled through notebooks, avoiding eye contact. The atmosphere crackled with tension.

“You there, back row. Summarize our progress.”

After receiving a stammered response, he surveyed the room. “How many have complete notes?”

Scattered hands rose tentatively. "Unacceptable. When I return next week..." He let the threat hang.

Throughout this exchange, the professor's expression shifted from confusion to contemplation. His forehead creased, fingers drumming against his knee as he observed this young usurper. In his flowing àgbàdá, he seemed like a displaced royal among peasants, yet here he sat, taking orders from a child.

Suddenly, understanding blazed across his features. He shot to his feet. “What is the meaning of this?”

The boy's authoritative mask cracked into a grin. “This, Professor, is charisma in action. The very subject you taught last week. I walked in carrying authority I didn't possess, and everyone—including you, sir—believed it.”

The professor's booming laugh filled the hall, drawing nervous chuckles from the students. “Well played, young man. Well played indeed.”

A perfect practical demonstration of power dynamics and social psychology, delivered by the most unlikely instructor.