EPISODE THREE
I was applying cream on my b©dy after the shower when I heard a knock on the door.
Me: who is that?
Voice: can a female guest enter?
Me: (Oh it is Rachael, that’s fast) give me some minutes. (I don’t like ladies seeing my “packless” che-st so I quic-kly put on un-derwear) you can come in
Rachael: (enters room) and how did you know it’s me?
Me: Haba, I recognize your voice even in the dream.
Rachael: (smiles) Where is Temmy?
Me: You mean your b©yfri£ndor should I say fiancée?
Rachael: [looking surprised] so he alre-ady told you?
Me: Told me what?
Rachael: Don’t bother
Me: Okay now
Rachael: So where is he?
Me: He left for you
Rachael: Oh my! Why can’t he call? I left my room some hours back to make my hair
Me: (so you left saloon and decided to come here straight away? The puzzle is getting solved) I’m afraid you guys have missed each other. Let me call him.
I picked my white opsson D1 android phone and scrolled for Temmy’s number. It took me some time before I got to “T” on the phonebook. My once admired phone is now d–n slow and irritating. Finally I got to ‘T’ and dialed his number only for the network to reply with “number busy’. Racheal’s phone rang almost immediately and it was Temmy. I guess that’s why his number was busy. Rachael picked and they speak for some seconds with Rachael repeating “I’m at your place alre-ady”.
Rachael: He’s on his way back here.
Me: Alright I’m set
In less than no time, Temmy arrived and we all left for the show. I was on a red T-shi-t and blue-black jean trou-ser but decided to go along with my black long sleeve cardigan in case mosquitoes decide to patrol tonight. I don’t know why they have to use Seven-Fifty lecture hall at this period when everyb©dy knows that’s where mosquitoes do have their conference every night. Having my black cardigan will be my way of waging war against mosquitoes and potential cold.
We all gist as we move un-der cashew trees along the Faculty of Sciences buildings. I noticed Temmy and Rachael were hand in hand as Rachael walks in between Temmy and I. At this point my instinct is confirming a formalized chemistry between these two though I’ll wait for Temmy to break the news Himself.
We met so many people outside the lecture theater trying to find their way in. the loud sound of music coming from the hall is so much we could ba-rely hear ourselves. “What’s going on here?” c@m£ a voice over our shoulders.
Me: Markinson baba, how far now?
Mark: My guy I dey o. What’s good?
Me: We just dey manage o, na your eyes we dey look.
Mark: Better look God’s eye before you enter one chance.
Me: Guys let’s go inside, I don’t feel comfortable here.
Mark: Are you with your ticket? Or don’t you know that’s why many people are still outside.
Me: Cho!
Temmy: Let’s go guys. it’s free for 500level students.
Me: Now you are talking.
We found our way into the hall throu-gh the second door preserved for final year students. There is clarity in the music being pla-yed now unlike while we were outside, though still very loud forbidding smooth conversation. We sat on the same row at the t©pmost p@rt of the first column with Rachael sitting in between Temmy and I, and Mark sitting to my other side. Temmy and Rachael got into personal conversation that totally sidelines me. I got the message and look towards Mark’s side who was so focused on the dancing group on stage. I got no option so I started watching them too.
The show got more interesting as the comedians took turns to ignite laughter in us until this boring singer took to the stage. I hate it when artist are miming on stage which is why I don’t go for shows of the so call stars in the country. I love originality. Since it’s your song, at least let the D.J. pl@ythe instrumentals for you and then sing to it if live band is not available instead of jumping up and down the stage like a hungry vampire mosquito without ma-king s-en-se.
I endured the first singer and was more than happy to see him wave off the stage only for another singer to enter with his own mimicking. This one was even worse as the pla-yed song in itself is whack. I couldn’t contain my frustration any longer so I decided to step outside maybe I’ll get some snacks and soft drink to step down.
Outside the hall was another worrisome site with some of the so call big boys and their olosho babes drinking and smoking heavily while they dance to music coming from one of the parked cars. I decided to go towards the back of the hall, to the circle where MKO status was mounted. That decision results to be a nice idea as the place was immune to the heavy sound coming in and out the hall. I couldn’t found any hawkers around so I sat on the circle platform enjoying the cool breeze aided by dongoyaro and cashew trees on the convocation ground. I brou-ght out my phone to check for notifications on facebook and to laugh out at funny comments that is never lacking on each post. Facebook was still loading when I notice an unusual sound coming from my back. Facing the direction of the sound and alas! *I wasn’t alone in the circle.*
EPISODE FOUR She wore a long go-wn of cream colour with a Ghana weaving look hairstyle. She buried her head in her palms sobbing so loud now I can hear her vividly. I was a little scared and decided to make a run for my life thinking she might be one of those “egbere” (crying ghost) I’ve heard about. But on a second thought she wasn’t carrying any mat, I heard “egbere” do carry mat around. I approached her and said “Hello” to which she answered by waiving her hand giving me a sign to leave. I watched her closely and discovered she has blood stains on her cloth. “Oh my God, you are bleeding!” I shouted. She lift her head with a sorry face full of tears and said softly “plea-se leave”. I wanted to leave at her request but something wouldn’t allow me so I thought of a way I could help and sighted my black cardigan hanging on the circle pavement where I was sitting earlier. I took the cardigan and handed it over to her. Me: Tie this round your w@!st. It should cover the stained area Lady: thanks Me: You can go home now. Hope your side isn’t far from here. Lady: un-der G Me: That’s close and it’s not too late. Do take care of yourself. (I start to leave) Lady: plea-se can you see me off a while? My hostel is close to the school gate. Me: (Na so e dey start o) Alright, gate it is. Lady: thank you. She stood up, tie the cardigan on her w@!st using the sleeves as the rope with the b©dy covering the stained p@rt of her go-wn. It was then I could see her very well. D–n! She’s more beautiful than I thought. She’s of average height, her face creating a south-pole magnetic field each time she smiles. Smile look so good on her with her face radiating the white street lights along the road towards the s£nate building. The first five minutes of the walk was in total silence except for the sound her shoe was ma-king on the tarred road. She kept a straight face not looking at my side keep smiling periodically. I guessed she was expecting me to start the conversation but that happens to be my area of weakness. I looked at her face and she smile again to which I tried to start a conversation from there. Me: Why are you smiling? Lady: (she laughs) do you prefer my sad face? Me: Why would I? I so much prefer the smile, it looks so good on you. Lady: I’m kidding anyway. Thanks for the compliment. (a brief silence ensued after that) Me: So you c@m£ to the show alone? Lady: No (shaking her head) Me: What about others? Lady: You’ll have seen them outside the hall. Me: You mean those ladies dancing, drinking and smo… Lady; Yeah, Yeah (she cuts in) Me: Oh Lady: And what were you doing outside the hall? Me: The show was getting boring and I wanted to get some snacks and maybe soft drinks too. Lady: And how did that end? Me: I think we both know We both laugh and she kept laughing to every words I spoke afterwards. I thought of asking for her number but quic-kly disregard the thought as I don’t want to spoil the ecstatic atmosphere we currently share. We got to the school gate and I was about saying my good bye when my phone rings. I checked and it’s Temmy and that was when I realized how long I’ve been outside the hall. Still thinking if I should pick or not when she broke the silence. Lady: I’m Funmilola, 500level Biochemistry. Me: Oh sorry, I should have asked. I’m Williams, 500level Mechanical Engineering. Nice meeting you. Funmi: Can I use your phone plea-se? Me: (What for?) Of course you can. I handed over the phone to her to which she pressed for a while and then her phone rings and went off almost immediately. She handed my phone back to me said “see you later” leaving immediately. I tried to check what she did on my phone when Temmy’s call entered again. Me: Hello Temmy, I’m almost there Temmy: Where are you? Me: Around s£nate building. Temmy: Don’t bother going back to 750 LT. I’m waiting in front of the Faculty of Science building. Me: Alright. (How did he end up there? That reminds me, he nee-ds to tell me about Rachael, are they for real or I’m just hallucinating) I changed my course and went throu-gh Skye Bank building towards Faculty of Science and in no time I could sight Temmy leaning on the pillar in front of the building pressing his phone, all alone. Temmy: Why are you in the s£nate? Me: I saw a friend off Temmy: Really, who is she? Me: Cho! Must it be she? Temmy: Bro leave that side, I’m sure it’s she Me: You are right though, but where is Rachael? Temmy: She has left Me: On her own, why? Temmy: We went to her place together. She said she wasn’t feeling comfortable with the show any longer, so I had to take her home. Me: Okay, so what’s up with her? Temmy: Well I think you can guess Me: You are guys are now d@t!ng? Temmy: On point! Me: I thought as much. Why didn’t you tell me since? Temmy: Cool down bro, she just cons£nt this evening Me: That sound rather officially, she has always got something for you bro. Temmy: You think? Me: I know bro; Congrats! Temmy: **laughed** Like I won something Me: Bro you won something big. She’s a great lady. Temmy: **smiles** I know. So tell me about your friend.
I narrated the story of how I met her and what transpired till he called. Temmy: And what’s her name? Me: **squee-zing face** Oh boy! I’ve forgotten like seriously Temmy: Are you for real? Hope you have her number? Me: Seriously you caused it o Temmy: How? Me: You were the one calling me now Temmy: Look at you! So now you lose a babe and your cardigan, probably forever. Me: I’ll get another one jor. In the real deal, that cardigan is the only one I’ve got and I know I’m going to suffer for it. Even if I’m buying another one it won’t be like that my magical cardigan, because the style is alre-ady old. But why can’t I remember her name? I seriously nee-d to overcome this habit of forgetting names, especially that of ladies. I think it starts with “F”, is it Folake, Funsho or … D–n! I can’t remember.I narrated the story of how I met her and what transpired till he called. Temmy: And what’s her name? Me: **squee-zing face** Oh boy! I’ve forgotten like seriously Temmy: Are you for real? Hope you have her number? Me: Seriously you caused it o Temmy: How? Me: You were the one calling me now Temmy: Look at you! So now you lose a babe and your cardigan, probably forever. Me: I’ll get another one jor. In the real deal, that cardigan is the only one I’ve got and I know I’m going to suffer for it. Even if I’m buying another one it won’t be like that my magical cardigan, because the style is alre-ady old. But why can’t I remember her name? I seriously nee-d to overcome this habit of forgetting names, especially that of ladies. I think it starts with “F”, is it Folake, Funsho or … D–n! I can’t remember.