I've had ma fair share but this has to be to the most memorable by far. It shall be a great disservice to Nlers and the collection of ma memoirs if I fancy it unworthwhile to recount in black and white the event of the night I have come to regard as ma greatest one-night stand of all time.

Nothing exciting deserves to happen that night anymore for me.  I was made conscious by a text message notification from a mild sleep I was having a tryin time converting to a deep slumber. I was tiered. I needed sleep but as a typical La I have become, I couldn't fashion out a swift sleep. I have lied down in the bed for two hours and even played the lullabic playlist on my phone music gallery. Nothing seemed to work. My ordeal began merely 9pm and it usually takes a miracle for me to sleep before 12 midnite.

One fact arguably abated my unsleepiness. I wasn't even supposed to be in the guest room the College provost in his magnanimity had lodged myself and some other student leaders. There was this sense of guilt about my shameless search for the elusive sleep. After all, an Asun nite which was part of the College 50th anniversary program we officially came for was going on in the College quadrangle just a stone throw from the Guest house. The Provost himself was going to be on ground and being an alumni among the Student leaders, it was improper for me to be conspicuously absent.

I'd passed the Quadrangle myself on my way to the Guest house two hours earlier. The venue was peopled with over a thousand students dancing to the loud music blaring from loudspeakers stationed strategically all over the place. I was coming from having my first meal of the day so I only looked on tiredly and made sure I was careful enough not to burst into known faces. I have some couple of friends whom we had planned to hook up at the Asun thing.

But here I was in the room and unable to lose consciousness to sleep like any  normal person should have after two hours. I reached for ma phone and dialed Ishola's number. He is my closest buddy on ground and possibly the only one I didn't want to disappoint with my absence. Moreover he was part of the Alumni committee responsible for the Asun nite so a table with an excellent view of the centre stage was assured. I set out to be part of the night after getting a fair description of where my homies were seated in the Quadrangle.

To be continued...

I met Ishola, two other buddies and a lady on seat when I finally located his description.There were two empty seats at the table and I non-challantly took the one closer to the only lady at the table. Her plumbness which was my thingy assured me she was Ishola's. Ishola and I have always been on the same page when it comes to female choice since forever. After the ritual exchange of pleasantries I was made to part with few shekels to get another round of drinks on the table as a way of washing away my sin of coming late. As I have quit drinking myself, I took time to survey the larger assemblage of students as best as my poor sight could manage in the dimly lit Quadrangle.

She was rushing over mindlessly. I saw her her coming from the advantageous position I sat but was legitimately carried away by her massive jugs gingerly placed on a tummy as flat as Tiwa Savage's. When the Devil made her brushed my arm with her side in the haste she was in,I instinctively seized my chance. I drew her back like someone who cared for an apology.

"hello,is it me you re looking for ? "
I asked, chorusing the Lionel Richie verse

The bewilderment on her face showed my Lionel Richie attempt was lost on her. She paused and said,

"No oo,I'm looking for my friend, Shabba"

Though she looked impatient as if she'd rather get going,her decision to linger and give me an audience encouraged me. For the first time since I stepped out of the Guest house, I felt alive. I tried to find something else to say but communication between a seated me and a standing her wasn't easy in the din. I was unsurprised when Ishola who was standing took over. I was schooled in the game enough to be bothered. Delaying the babe was more important than nursing the fear of losing her to another person at such material time. Moreover, there was still the plus size babe on seat, making two ladies. And in that background on the fateful day,it was only Ishola and I that boast of the CV of a sharp striker capable of such offside goal as being nurtured in the depth of my sub consciousness.

But sand was imminent in my Garri as it turns out Ishola as a matter of fact knows the girl before now. I could overhear Ishola accusing the babe of not calling him when she entered the school as agreed. She was not even volunteering a useful defense. I momentarily lost interest. I logically rationalize that if she wasn't playing ball with Ishola whom they had form acquaintance before now, then my chance was next to nil.

She soon left on the excuse of continuing her search for Shabba. Few minutes later, she wandered back. This time, I was sure she came back on purpose. I motioned her to take the other empty seat by my side. She obliged and wearily complained of her inability to locate Shabba. I tried forming small talks with her and the second lady as I had become the only guy left at the table. All along I couldn't take my eyes off her milk factory. If at all she noticed my voyeurism, she didn't seem to mind.

When the music band playing gave way for a deejay,the atmosphere caught a sudden lift. She got up and started shaking what she's got. Coincidentally ,the other babe was a dance freak. They teamed up like old pals and started giving me a treat. They shook their body sexily  and clung to each other like lesbos.So much I got convinced a workable party plan wasn't impossible if Ishola wasn't in the mix.

When the music stopped for some for some announcement, she took off again to look for her Shabba. This time I made sure I got her name for the first time and also a mild assurance she'd be back at our table even if she found her friend. Her name was Jumoke but she prefers to answer Jummy. She hadn't gone for long when Ishola whom until then I couldn't account for his whereabouts in the past few minutes came to inform me that my attention was needed on the stage by the event compere, an older Student leader and a fellow alumni.

The Asun nite was billed as an all night event. But for some inexplicable reasons , the show was being brought to an abrupt end. The announcement was being made right there as I got to the stage. Commotion of students trying to find their way out of the venue began immediately after. I struggled to make my way back to our table. I didn't see the new development coming at all.

My eyes caught Jummy in the rabble. I pulled her to my side and led her out of the Quadrangle to the car park opposite the venue carefully boycotting our table. She followed obediently hurrying after me. In truth, few ladies would have resisted a stronger male company that night. There were just too many students trying to exit the venue at the same time. There was a general feeling of uncertainty like something bad might happen. The time was past 11pm. Many wanted to go home if they can, to escape sleeping uncomfortably in the school's hostel. Another thing was that the following day was an Environmental Sanitation Saturday. Free movement would be restricted till 10am next day. It was wiser to sleep at home if the students can. Jummy on her part hadn't found Shabba as at when I led her over. And she actually, according to her, planned to sleep in Shabba's place just opposite the campus. Her own apartment was a little farther from the campus.

We sat on one of the placement in the car park shielded from the only source of illumination in the whole vicinity by a big tree planted in the middle of the park. She kept shooting darting eyes as students scrambled away from the Quadrangle in groups. Her phone was dead. Thrice she'd forcefully  put the thing on but the device kept resisting. After the third attempt, I joyfully advised her to quit trying lest the battery got damaged completely.          

I persuasively encouraged her to come over to where I was lodged to boost her battery with my laptop. But she was reluctant. Or merely playing girly. Meanwhile Ishola has kept my phone busy since I escaped to the park. I had the key to where he was supposedly going to crash. The thing was, I didn't have the key in my possession. I only have the number of who did. And I've been trying the motherfucka's number without getting through. He was supposed to have dropped the key when I went to sleep almost 3 hours ago.  And God forbid I disclose where I was to Ishola. I difnt know what his relationship was with the Jummy babe and then wasn't the time to risk knowing it.

All I wanted to think of was how not to go back to the Guest house alone. But Ishola's unrelenting calls was making it uneasy to think straight and work out a roadmap  . And the bro code means I couldn't place my sexual gratification over his comfort.Even the babe noticed I kept calling an unanswered line through out time.  I didn't feel it was cool to bother her with my predicament though, when in actual fact I've not yet made any meaningful progress in luring her over to my hotel room. Just then, a flash of genius raced through my mind. I suddenly realised I could play my present predicament to my advantage.

I was still pondering on the best way to put it to her when she picked Shabba's voice from nearby. She called out her name into the darkness. It was already few minutes to midnite. My heart sank when a female voice answered back. She excused herself to meet Shabba who apparently had just strolled about somewhere not far from us. From the placement ,I could tell Shabba was in a group of three. Two girls and a guy. I couldn't make out what they were saying clearly but I could infer it was about where either of them would crash the night. Shabba insisted she was sleeping in the hostel and advised Jummy to bury the thought of going home at such wee hour. At a point, she called out to me from where they were.

"Uncle please help me to accomodate my friend. I leave her in your care", She yelled jovially.

Those words made me concluded I probably didn't hear what they had discussed as much as I'd supposed. But wait, who would ever thought Shabba was an angel all this while. Her morale booster worked on Jummy to my advantage. They both strolled back to where I sat and we briefly introduced selves. She was the Ishola and I thingy. Tall, thick and sexy. I couldn't make much of her  face due to the poor illumination.

Long story short, Jummy agreed to escort me to the Guest house on the mutual pretext that I had to go and look for the person I've been calling his unanswered phone lest some people would not have a place to sleep.