Good day nairalanders, I just started writing again after a long time. This is my first write up in seven years.

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CHAPTER 1

Exactly 13 years ago, like every naïve Nigerian child exposed to too much Indian film( and probably had a crush on kareena kapoor, aishwarya rai),whenever I hear the word love, I imagine me dressed in a tuxedo just walking along a roadside decorated with flowers and palm trees. Music blasting from nearby video CD sales shop when suddenly a beautiful girl with long hair(probably reaching her waist) fair in complexion appears mysteriously, at that instant the sun then seizes to shine brightly, the sky becomes dark. Stars fill up the skies, the atmosphere becomes cool, time stops and my heart skips a beat. I imagined that the person I love will understand me. we would tell each other everything. Be each other strengths. Never argue or fight over anything as irrelevant as text messages or phone calls. we would travel the world together, live happily ever after like my grandfather and mother and their parents before them and nothing will separate us. You cannot blame me, a child’s mind is filled with a lot of imaginations albeit unrealistic. I was taught love doesn’t hurt, that it doesn’t cost a thing just like in a movie.
Now, I am certain the movie producers and screenwriters lied, every single one of them. Love does cost a thing. In fact it costs more than one, it costs me my sanity. i am sure we have all done crazy things in the name of love, lied, stole, travelled long distances, sold phones, laptops, sacrificed savings maybe we have even squandered our school fees all because of love. Like that is not enough, the other party demands for things we cannot give. We also demand for things the other party cannot give. We stay silent, and hope the one would hear us screaming for attention. We chase people away when angry but all we want is for them to never leave our side, to give us a shoulder to cry on, to be our best friend. Some of us have even made “the one” the pivot of our future life only to discover we were too optimistic. What exactly is love? Don’t be surprised I don’t know what it is, but what I do know is love is not like it has been described in a movie.
7 years ago, my like story with a girl began. When exactly it started remains unknown to me (you must think this is strange how wouldn’t I know something as important as that), but who wouldn’t like her, she was too smart for her age (she was so smart everyone in our class thought she was untouchable academically), slightly tall, friendly, cute, popular, she was the typical western homecoming queen(there was nothing called homecoming in my school, this is another effect of too much movies), God fearing. she was indeed the fairest of them all. Everyone knew she was going to be the senior prefect as early as when she was in the jss class. She actually became a prefect in ss2 as a junior, but she turned it down because she felt her seniors should be given the privilege. That makes her humble I guess (if I was the one I would probably share a testimony in church and my parents will throw a party). I will not bore you with all the details because for nearly two years, I did nothing about my feelings. Yes, i didn’t tell her about it, I didn’t even tell myself about it. I kept convincing myself day in day out that I didn’t like her, it wasn’t love at first sight like it should be, my heart didn’t skip half of a beat. So, it must be an infatuation, a crush or at best a temporary thing. It will probably wear out I recited to myself times without number. It became my idiosyncrasy. But it didn’t. We were tight friends though; I sat behind her in class. We talked about everything from entertainment to books and she was always the first person to read my poem. (everyone wanted to read my write up, I was even offering it for a fee at a point in time)

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“Tunde, do you like me?”

What? I asked startled. It was during our afternoon chemistry class practical. Acid base titration as usual. I had a personal record of my own,I had never swallowed the base. most of my mates had done this when pipetting and had been asked to wash it down with viju milk.(I am not sure if it really works)

“If you like me, stop me from taking this drink”. She continued holding a red mixture of over titrated acid and base in a chipped conical flask. she was moving the flask closer to her mouth every three seconds and I was almost blinking in synchrony with her hand movement like my eye lids were cheering her on .i kept staring at her, my brain was still trying to process do you like me. My brain was processing it slowly like a desk top computer. Yet there was no time. Someone was about to commit suicide and I can stop it. I hibernated the emotional part of my brain (in case you want to know, the limbic system is responsible for emotions).

“Take it, but you would be of no use to me dead”, I replied sarcastically

She raised her eyebrow a little; shifting the conical flask from her mouth. i could hear her thinking “this dude is very wicked and cruel .who gave birth to him?”

“What did you say?”

Don’t take it I changed my mind, half smiling because we both knew she heard me well the first time. She obliged and dropped the beaker smiling to herself like she had just discovered a new element in the periodic table.

I looked around, everyone was gisting. No one seemed to notice a thing. Girls and their drama I thought to myself, what if I didn’t say anything. What would have happened? After the class I called the attention of my best friend to the situation. He was well aware that I had a crush on her. He laughed and kept asking me if I was joking. We decided to give her a name from so people wouldn’t know we were talking about her. He named her nkem because it happened in the chemistry class.

My closest friend olu is a funny dude. He joined the school a term before I joined. At that time we were of the same height(if you see us now you will think I am his son).he had a crush on one girl too, lets call her ebun. ebun was short, chocolate coloured, and had an attractive physique. i heard that olu informed her about his affections the previous term but she told him he was inferior to her. That was harsh. actually at that point in time she was taller than him so I am guessing she included height in her definition of inferior(if you see them now, she looks like a midget).never the less no is no. My friend never stopped liking her. He confessed to me later on that he was always jealous with the way I got attention from the opposite sex.

My main challenge was that I was trying to see if there was a green light, I wasn’t sure if she knew I liked her or if she liked me. There was this time we were meant to organize a picnic for the members of my set. Everyone was enthusiastic about it and we talked about it for a long period of time. Suddenly a misunderstanding ensued between the boys and girls of my class (we were sort of immature) the boys decided not to talk to the girls again for reasons I won’t disclose. The girls too had the same resolve.

To be continued.

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No guy apart from me and some other people (who could not live without the daughters of eve) talked to members of the opposite gender. I hated malice, I felt it was unnecessary and the highest act or immaturity. i searched for a way to resolve the issue and I did actually(you should clap for me).The guys gave me a problem, they felt I was betraying the brother hood. I explained how pathetic we looked in front of the whole school, I told them they were no different from girls if they embarked on such actions have a sweet mouth. I was able to persuade most of them to stop at least till the picnic is over, but there will always be one of two capons, the bad guys. In my case there were 5 of them. They were unyielding. They were the ring leaders of the brotherhood and the sole upholders of the brother code. They were like Pharisees. I didn’t waste to much time on them.

The girls didn’t pose too much of a problem. They were more willing to listen to me probably because they had a certain level of respect for me. They even decided to prepare the food for the picnic. i checked on their progress regularly as regards to the cooking. The last time I went there, I was in the midst of talking with the girls when bimpe wanted to stab me with a knife, she was even saying “I want to kill you” like it wasn’t obvious enough. i begged for my dear life. i told her to drop the knife after all I am the only son of my papa. It was one heck of an experience

We went to a place called royal park for the picnic, the park had an artificial lake, a temple, an orchard, a mini zoo with ostriches, monkeys, horses and a jackal. Do not think it is a real park. It is in fact a residential area, the home of the proprietress of my school. i scanned the looks of my classmates. They seemed to have forgotten about the sacred brother hood and their pact not to talk or interact with anything that wears skirt all of a sudden. They danced and mingled with such intensity that I would have made a Nobel peace prize nominee in front of an external observer. I looked at where bimpe was she was not dancing. She had gone to the lake house right in the middle of the lake. The lake house was covered with flowers and had beautiful shades of reflecting light. Two speed boats were packed in front of the lake house. bimpe was caressing the flowers delicately, moving her body to the rhythms of the music blasting from the music box. She wore a white gown patterned with light blue flowers and her legs were covered up to her knee with white leggings. It was like a scene from the 1997 movie titanic. i was jack and she was rose, my rose waiting patiently for me to come and meet her at the lake house. My heart fluttered. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. it was really romantic. My mind was telling me she was waiting for me to walk up to her, to grab her from the back and join her in the gentle dance routine that she was doing like she was appeasing the water goddess.

I got up from my mat, adjusted my shirt. Fortunately I had a blue shirt on. It was rumpled however and a little stained but who cares .I stole two cans cola from the basket, I had taken like five already. Thank God it was not alcohol or I would have been drunk. The cola had its own effects however. My tongue was pitch black and my saliva tasted metallic. I moved slowly towards the lake house adjusting my trouser along the way. I was so close to the lake house when I tripped. The can colas fell out of my hand one actually fell into the lake. I was this close to falling into the lake myself. Maybe someone actually spiced my drinks up with alcohol when I was not watching. It is quite common for boys to play such tricks.

I took the remaining cola. There is greater love in sharing a single can cola. I got up slowly then I froze I saw a black hairy head rise up behind her, I thought it was a sea creature or a monkey that had escaped from the zoo.


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There is greater love in sharing a single can cola. I got up slowly then I froze I saw a black hairy head rise up behind her. I thought it was a sea creature or a monkey that had escaped from the zoo. I was watching. I didn’t know whether to shout, run to save her or run for my life. The head was accompanied by two human hands. It wasn’t a monkey after all. I saw a familiar face. it was Clifford, my mentee and friend. How can he do that to me? My fluttering heart stopped as I heard him say a familiar joke to her, a joke I thought him. i felt worse when she laughed heartedly to hit. That could have been me I thought to myself. I had always suspected she had a thing for Clifford. He was quite, handsome, intelligent, tall and muscular .He had modeled for my secondary school and some local magazines a number of times .there was no way on earth I could compete for a girl with a guy like that.

I could sense my body warming up gradually. My joints were aching, I had headache. My toe was hurting. i could I be falling sick because of a girl. I felt stupid who knew love could cause a disease. Tears were beginning to fill my eyes up.

I felt pain in different parts of my leg and thigh, I had been standing on a patch of grass infested with soldier ants and they were starting to crawl up. i could not scream to prevent people from looking at me. i dropped the can cola on the ground, tried to dust as many insects as I could from my trousers before taking giant strides away from the area and into the bus. i could only think of removing my trousers immediately I stepped into the bus irrespective of onlookers. Luckily there was no one there. I guess Clifford saw me leaving and figured out something was wrong because he brought the can cola I had dropped and some snacks to the bus. I could have shot him there if I had a gun, then I would have one less guy to compete with, but strangling him will do just fine. I lifted myself with all the strength I had when I noticed he was backing me, held his mouth with my left hand to stop him from screaming. i strangled him with my right hand and watched as he gasped for breath.

“Are you gay?”

“What?”

“I said are you gay?” Or why else will you be rubbing my neck with your hand when you have only a shirt and boxer shorts on.

“Oh no, there was an insect on your hair” I lied could not believe I had been daydreaming.

“I would be going now, I will check on you later.” he said as he noticed that the picnic had finished and our mates were moving towards the bus.

“I did not see you today” bimpe’s voice echoed in my head. My fever was starting to go down. she had offered to escort me to the sick bay so I would be checked by the school nurse.

“I saw you, you had your hands full. Those boys have been disturbing you.”

“Which boys? I don’t know what you are talking about”

“I saw you with Clifford today and…”

“Were you spying on me?

“Why should I? Are you my girlfriend?”

“Anyways he is not my type.” She finally replied after pausing for a minute. she deliberately avoided my question. I did not want to ask her again. If Clifford his not her type then I have no hope. what is it with girls and their self acclaimed grading of men..mtcheew

“So you don’t like anyone in our class?”

“Tunde, do you like me?”

“No, No. I don’t like anyone in our class.”I don’t know why I said that. i definitely meant the opposite . I guess I was scared

“Then you don’t need to bother yourself with who I like. The nurse is waiting for you and I am very tired. You would have made my list if only you were taller”.

“That is a joke right” I said hopefully. She gave me a hug before she whispered “of course”

That might not have been the best of answers, but I could tell she was lying. i could see the glitter in her eyes when she was talking to me. i could see the smile she was so desperately trying to hide..i could see the change in her voice when she was about to leave. I would not make my move yet. Maybe everything was just happening in my head. Did she really smile? I banged my hands on my head like I was trying to reboot my brain. i could not think straight. What is wrong with bimpe? Why can’t she just tell me whether she likes me or not? She knows I am shy. Why must they be chased? Adam did not woo eve, it just happened sometimes I think civilization is a bad thing. To think that I almost killed Clifford when she didn’t even like him.

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My good omen came during her food and nutrition practical .i had been sitting in the school hall for some time with the intention of reading, but found myself talking to with ore, one of the girls that liked me. she was trying to get my attention and she was doing a good job. She is the only person that knows the art of effective communication. However, she is the ring leader of people in my friend zone. on this occasion, she was telling me about one of her many family dramas and her choice of clothes for prom and valedictory service. It was obvious she can not wait to get out of the prison called boarding school. The school hall was the upper story of the food and nutrition practical laboratory .it was the best place to be during any food and nutrition practical class in case there would be free food. Mind you, I didn’t go there for the food .the place also offered me the opportunity to make jest of some of my mates and junior colleagues who belittled themselves because of food. They practically hop from one station to another doing chores in return for some snacks i once belonged to the league but stopped when a senior student made us do all sort of chores and then rewarded six of us with just one donut..

Bimpe stood by her food, surrounded by hungry juniors, with tucked out, grease stained and sweat drenched shirt indicating they have been there for a while. They were carrying her dirty pots and plates to the tap where they would wash them.

“Well done” I shouted so she could hear me properly

She looked up, smiled then raced back to the lab like she had forgotten something. I continued looking at the hungry juniors while wondering why she did not say a word.

“Tunde”, called a tiny voice behind me, I turned quickly .it was bimpe .she had a neatly plaited hair, her shirt was tucked out of her skirt and you could perceive the aroma of kitchen seasoning on her. She held something wrapped in white serviette paper on her right hand. I didn’t need anyone to tell me my precious had arrived, my dear food.

“Thank you dear…rie” I added -rie because dear sounded strange to me

“You and ore talked for a long time, I wonder what you guys were talking about”

“Hmm hmm, we talked about a lot of things. She did most of the talking”

“That sure sounds like her. Are you guys dating?”

“We are not dating? She is not the one I like?”

“Who do you like?”

“I thought I had told you before, I hate girls”. I lied. I think you should get back to your lab it seems Mrs. oyediran is looking for you.

“We will continue our discussion later” she said leaving.

“There is nothing more to discuss” I replied foolishly. She had given me another chance and I had blown it again. She would probably think I have nothing to offer her. What sort of guy am I? What is hard in telling a girl how you feel. She cannot eat me. The serviette contained a pancake and fish roll. I packed my books and went to the hostel. i did not plan to eat the snacks cause I felt keeping it for as long as I can so I can go over another memory of her talking to me and smile silently to myself whenever I feel alone is a better option. I had less than ninety days to spend in secondary school. i would be a huge loser if I don’t ask her out.

In the hostel, I told my friend about the what happened and after discussing at length, I decided that I was going to ask her out sometime next week. Then I started thinking about what other people would say especially the teachers. I had an image of not being a bad boy. There was a time I attempted to sag for the first time in junior secondary school .I was not aware that the teacher was at the door. I was about to pull my trousers up when I felt a hand touch my buttocks then a stinging pain followed by the rebuking voice of my mathematics teacher crowned by mocking laughters of my mate. I felt embarrassed. The teachers respected me for being a good boy, a role model to the junior ones and I didn’t want to let them and my other fans down by having a girlfriend. The teachers made it look like it was a free one way first class ticket to hell.

I spent the next few hours debating in my head. It was a ying yang sort of thing. I was scared that some of my friends would feel betrayed by my actions. They were always coming to me for advice about how to woo her and I gave it to them like I was a professional. There was this guy she was very close to, so close everyone thought they were dating already, he wore her headband as his bangles like it was a priced possession, they talked a lot ,ate together they were my couple of the year. One night the guy informed me that he was going to ask her out the following day, I urged him on because I thought he had a real chance and I also thought that will keep him away. I was surprised when he told me she said no, that she wanted to concentrate on her studies and bla bla. He fell sick for a day or two.(she is actually a sort of expert in skillfully turning people down) I started to respect her more.

I decided I was going to tell her the next day. (he actually tricked me into believing that telling her will lift the load off my mind since I had no intention to have her as a girlfriend).I did all the nerves calming routines like inhaling deeply several times while singing , dipping my face inside a bucket of water repeatedly before I approached her. She was a few miles ahead of me with her best friend by her side while enjoying the scenery of some junior students playing football. The ticking sound of my wrist watch seemed to grow louder and louder as I got close to her .I felt time had stopped and everyone was watching me, counting my footsteps, waiting for me to trip.

I got to where she was, greeted them (she and her best friend) without looking up. She asked me how I was doing as I opened my mouth to talk nothing came out. She leaned close to me. I tried again nothing came out it was as if I was toothless. My temperature was rising again , my body was really shaking like I has chills. i don’t understand my emotions. When it comes to gisting with her normally, we can talk for months but when it comes to asking her out I become speechless, senseless. i finally summoned the courage to talk.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah you are right I am a chicken, a wingless one perhaps. Who can blame me? It was my first and I had no elder brother or sister to coach me on the art of relationship. However, I was very good in the theoretical version. Thanks to the Google.

“Yes, what did you want to tell me?” simi interrupted. I pulled her away from the eavesdropping ears of bimpe. It was an unusual occurrence for me to talk to simi since we were not really friends..

“I want to tell you something very important, but promise me you will tell no other person”

“What exactly is it? I don’t make promises” she snapped

“I think I like bimpe”
Too bad I am not bimpe. Have you told her?

“I am not totally sure I like her .I cannot tell her, but will you tell her for me”

“I will try”

“When will you tell her?”

“I don’t know”

“Please tell her this evening”

“We will see about that.”

She left to resume her discussion with bimpe I could imagine what was going on between them. I hurried down the staircase back to my hostel and cuddled myself on my bed. It was about two hours to dinnertime which is six. It seemed like eternity. I picked up my modern biology and tried to read to while time but all I could see was; “carbohydrates, protein, bimpe and oil are known as primary food substances.” then I saw some more bimpe in the text till sleep took over

Ding dong the bell sounded

I stumbled over on my bed, checked the time it was 20 minutes to six I hissed you are right, I hissed because they had interrupted my dream. But I wasn’t dreaming about bimpe on the contrary I dreamt that I was the captain of my school football team and we just registered for a competition and in the first match, I was the man of the match with two goals and three assists. I was about to collect my match ball when…

Ding dong. Rang the bell again

Move out move out, barked the house father, with the bell in his hand. He was actually going into every room in the hostel to drive people out. Mr. fasho as he was popularly called was a short and fair man. He became a staff of the school about a year ago so he is relatively new. Students hated him because he liked to poke his nose into everything, even matters far above his pay grade. Little wonder why members of my hostel decided to play a prank on him. They connected live wire from a nearby socket to the handle of the door hoping that when he comes to force us to observe our siesta, he will be electrocuted. I think he must have prayed to his God that day because he was about five minutes late. The prank still worked, but on the wrong person. It worked on me. I thought he had fallen for the prank already so I touched the handle. The next thing I knew I was on the floor I could see stars moving round I thought that was strange .I shut me eyes again to reboot them ,then opened them again but then I saw people, lots of boys in boxers and singlet holding buckets above my head. They poured some sort of transparent liquid on me. It tasted like water. Oh my God I screamed silently, they wanted to drown me. I closed my eyes again then opened them. This time I was on my bed covered with my duvet. What a weird night I thought then drifted to sleep land.

“Time for dinner” shouted Mr Fasho again.

Dinner I thought. Why did that word sound familiar. I suddenly remembered my predicament, I knew I mustn’t even dream of going to the dining hall. I cannot have someone look at me in the face and say you are a chicken. You cannot tell me something as simple as that. How do you now expect me to go out with you? This is me being hopeful. It can also be we are not on the same page or I like you as a brother. I hid in the box room so I could get to look at her when she is going back to her hostel and gauge the reaction on her face .I didn’t see her but I saw simi. I ran outside.

“Have you told her?”

“Tunde calm down”, she said in between chuckles.

“Don’t give yourself hypertension. I have not”

“Why didn’t you”

“It skipped my mind. I would tell her this night. Then tell you the answer to tomorrow”

“Alright thanks, have a good night”

“You too”

I ran again to the dining hall to see if I could scavenge for some food. I begged the cooks to give me something to eat. They agreed on a condition that I assisted them in pack the plates with my fellow educated slaves. This is not the first time I will do this. When I was in junior school I did it on a regular basis if I was not satisfied with the food. so they sort of know me. After eating my fill, I went to bed

The next day which was a Saturday, I asked the simi if she had delivered the message, but she gave me a negative reply. I was angry because I would have to miss my lunch again. I left the class hurriedly to go and hide in the hostel so she won’t see me. simi told bimpe that I like her, all bimpe said was that she was not surprised, that she knew a long time ago

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Hey, I guess you don’t know what I look like. I am not good at describing myself but my mates always described me as talented, a dark beauty, of average height, gentle, a peace maker and a pretender (I don’t know where they got that from). Bimpe described me as…that’s my secret. After she learnt about my feelings for her, my world changed. I became very shy (I was shy before).i couldn’t get myself to talk to her. Anytime I heard her name, saw her, sat close to her. it was like I had asthma, epilepsy and hypertension together because, I couldn’t breathe properly and my heart wanted to come out of my chest. I felt strange knew I liked her but I wasn’t showing it. she was starting to doubt my affections, she thought that I was ignoring her because I had a mysterious past (I learned later that there was a popular rumor about me in the girls hostel that I had a girlfriend in my former school, but something went wrong and we broke up, Which led to me having a hardened heart.)

“Tunde, what is wrong with you”, simi snapped

“Nothing I replied”

“Why are you not talking to bimpe?”

“I do talk to her”

“Ehn ehn, when was the last time you talked to her?”

“Last week”

“Last week “she repeated surprisingly

“Is it bad?”

“Thank God it was not me you asked out. You know what, go and talk to her now. she wants to talk to you.”

“Wants to talk to me?” I asked myself. Why must I be the one to start a conversation? Why can’t she come? Why is she making this hard for me? So many questions flooded my mind .I left my seat in the library and moved over to a seat near her

“What’s up? What are you reading?” I asked a very silly question because I could see the book right in front of me

“I am reading a collection of Shakespeare’s dramas” she played along

“Have you read Romeo and Juliet, hamlet?” those were about the only two plays I knew then

“Yes I have.”

We discussed the plays a little bit. We laughed then she asked me to follow her to the kitchen to go and check if the food was ready (that should count as our first date). We talked all the way about food. She was telling me about how she liked food. As usual people were looking. No one can let a good gossip topic just pass bye. After talking I went to my hostel. The poor girl probably thought we would talk the next day but that did not happen because some of my lady friends were busy talking to me. It was like they were not in support of the whole situation.

In the subsequent weeks, our class discussed about preparation for prom. The event we have being dreaming of since we entered our senior year. it was going to be our last social outing together. The reunion committee declared the pre reunion phase open in other words they gave permission to get themselves good dates for prom. The meeting was longer than expected some of my class mates wanted to spite the girls by saying they want juniors as their dates and not the “old wagons”. The girls claimed they didn’t want ugly boys in their prom and would rather get a date from other schools.

“Who are you taking to prom?” Ore asked. We were in the library trying to read for our next paper. The library had turned to our homes .we went there early in the morning and left late in the night

“I don’t know yet.”

I really didn’t know. I was never planning to take Bimpe to prom. It was common knowledge that I owed her a dance. At our last social night, she wanted to dance with me but I told her I turned her down (because I was in a bad mood) but promised her that we would dance before we graduate from school. Little did I know that the only chance will be during prom.

“Take me to prom”, ore said almost begging. Do not have any misconceived notion. Ore is not a desperate girl, she is actually a beautiful girl, a great musician and a very interesting person to talk with. She is a loveable person, but not for me.

“I don’t think I will go”, I replied

“Why?” she gave me a doubting look.

“I will be busy at home”, I lied.

“Please “she said in a soft voice. she was holding my right hand and was squeezing it lightly. Her eyes looked like the cat from Shrek 3.How the heck was I going to reject her with that kind of look on her face. i turned my face away from her and pretended to be scanning the books in the library for something else to read.

“It is not fair oh, it is not fair at all. See the way you are making me to beg you.”

“Do you want me to ask you out then not show up for the prom. Now that is what will not be fair.”

“Alright” she said. She now realized there was no way she could change my mind.

Ore, you are so amazing. Any guy will be lucky to have….my voice trailed off as I spoke because she gave me a fierce look. I had never seen her like that. She was angry, very angry. She had water in her eyes already. I could feel her pain. Rejection is a bad thing

Have a good day I finally said has she galloped past her seat and went away from the library with her face in her hands.

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* Continuation*

Not long after that, another girl almost asked me the same question and she got the same reply. The girl was a member of ores click so it is difficult to discern whether ore sent her or whether she came on her own account. I decided that leaving the library would be the best for me. I picked my books and left for the hostel.

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“Tunde, how are you preparing for your prom” Micheal one of my juniors asked. You guys should not dull yourself. You know say that your class no complete “he continued

“Na true oh, you know say no be all your girls fine” another junior student whispered. We were in the hostel around 9”o clock. it was actually time for night prep but we left the place after Fasho had gone and scaled the window to enter the room. five of us, three of my mates and two junior students gathered round a bowl of fish heads that we were munching on (we got them from the kitchen).They were right I needed to act fast. My class population was forty- two. Twenty girls twenty two boys. That means the remaining two guys would have to go to prom individually or together.

“I will have to act fast” one of my mates replied." i think I will ask bim…"

"What did you say?" I didn’t realize I yelled thought he said bimpe

"I will ask bimbo" he repeated.

I was relieved. Bimpes birthday was tomorrow. I had written a two page poem for her and had accompanied it with a box of chocolates. i got the chocolates by making a food deal with one of friends. A box of chocolates for my chicken. I was going to give someone to give her during breakfast tomorrow.

“Who are the boys there” fashos strong voice came. He was already opening his door with his key. i kicked the bowl under one of the beds with my left foot then jumped out of the window like my friends had done. There was no way we would allow fasho to nab us.



“Tunde, come and ask bimpe for prom now” it was Simi with her continuous nagging again. Sometimes it feels like she is my conscience. Though I would not call what is between bimpe and I a relationship, Simi had been the life line of my relationship.

“Now I almost cried. Why now?”

“Bimpe told me she wanted me to act quickly because she heard about two guys who wanted to ask her out.”

“Ok I will”. I scratched my head. I was shivering again. I lost my appetite immediately. I could see bimpe entering the dining hall for dinner. The terrible thing was her table was very close to mine and she was coming to take my seat. I jumped up and passed the other way to go and get my food but instead went outside to wait for her.i couldn’t eat. After thirty minutes of playing with pebbles and waiting for her I saw her exiting the hall.

“Bimpe hi”

“How are you” she said smiling

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