Finally..... Thanks op

Good 1 kay

Op writes very well but the updates are kinda slow and it's killing the whole vibe ..
Thanks for the updates though

Not once have you failed in showing me that there is something beautiful in every writing...

really nice
Can't really relate, i was 2 yrs old then

kayo80:


Thanks for being a loyal fan...I noticed you have been a fan since 2017. It is people like you that keep me writing.

Yes o, thanks. U've got me hooked already. I tend to not enjoy other people's works anymore. Keep up with the good work.

Thanks for the update Bossman

Thanks Op

Thanks for the update.

Thanks guys...I can't believe the story has gotten over 10,000 views without getting to front page. I appreciate you all.

Chapter 13: The Rubber Band Effect (Part 1)

There was a UBA branch opposite the Art Block building on campus. It was next to the bookshop- a mesh fence cutting it off from the bookshop car park. Any time I had to pass through the place, I always prayed nothing would ever make me have to go in there, as there was always a long queue from inside the bank, all the way outside to the main entrance of the bank premises. The sight was always nightmarish.

This was 2002, not now where you had ATMs on every corner, and also had the option of mobile and Internet banking. Bank then, if you wanted to withdraw money, needed to send money to someone, or pay your school fees, you had to go into the banking hall. There was no way around it.

This particular Monday, I was rushing for a class I was already late for. From the famous Moremi Hall car park, I walked past the brown colored Bungalow QSS buildling to the sweet smell of freshly baked confectionaries, and then the smell of fresh paper hit me when I walked past the bookshop. I got to the main campus road, about to cross to the art block building when I heard a woman call my name. I turned around and saw it was my aunt. I cursed under my breath before I smiled and walked back to meet her by the UBA car park. My aunt Tayo was a nice old lady in her 60s that had worked at the admin section of University of Lagos’s Science Department since before I was born. She had tried unsuccessfully to get me into Unilag multiple times over the years, before my dad’s best friend at the time had gotten me in. This made her feel guilty, and she always wanted to know if there was anything I needed on campus. “Kunle, how are you? Bawo ni studies e.” She always mixed Yoruba and English whenever she was relating with me. She was wearing a grey coloured gown that looked great on her fit slender body.

“Studies are fine ma.” I replied with a forced smile on my face.

“I want to ask you some questions about your department.” She said, looking up at me from behind her thick glasses. She had a faraway look in her eyes, like she was trying to gather her thoughts.

“Okay ma.” I answered, wondering what she wanted to ask about.

“Come. I want to quickly do something in the bank. Hostel yen ko? Hope no problem?” She asked with her smile. She had worked out my accommodation for me, and was happy she could at least do something for me.

“No problem ma.” I followed her inside the bank, hoping she wasn’t going to join the long queue.

“Ehen, tell me the names of the lecturers in your department. I’m trying to work someone’s transfer from sciences to your department.” She said as we walked into the crowded banking hall.

“Umm. Professor…”

“I’m coming.” She said and hurried after a short-stocky man in black suit heading towards the restricted part of the banking hall. A green rubber band fell from the pile of documents she was holding, and I assumed a squatting position to pick it up. I didn’t know if it was of any real significance, but I held on to it while she chatted with the man. There were no vacant seats so I leaned on the wall, and watched the gloomy looks on the faces of all the people on the long queue happy I wasn’t one of them.

A few minutes later, my aunt walked up to me and we headed out of the bank. I guess the short man had helped with what she came to do at the bank.
I was naming the lecturers in my department as we walked out of the bank’s gate when she shouted out a name. A black VW Golf slowly came to a halt on the other side of the road and she ran off, saying she would see me another time. I watched her get into the car before I crossed the road, and hurried to class.

Students from another department were taking this course with us, and the lecture hall was filled by the time I got there. Sope, fair Kunle, Dare, and the rest of my friends were in front row seats. They had reserved a seat for me, and were waving me over, but I declined the offer. The place they were seated was quite tight, and I didn’t want to discomfort people trying to get to the seat. I moved to the back of the hall, got a good sitting position by the window, and dropped my bag on the table.

I sat in the noisy class, playing with the rubber band in my hand while we waited on the lecturer. I was so bored and restless that I tour out a sheet of paper from my exercise book and made a couple of paper ammunition for a rubber band catapult like I used to do as a kid. Then I stretched out the green rubber band with my thumb and index, placed the thick rolled paper ammunition on the rubber band and pulled back. I started moving my projectile around, looking for a target. Up ahead, I saw Bisi Sanmi smiling at me, wondering what I was doing. She was about 5 meters in front of me. I would position my hand like I was going to fire the projectile at her, and then I would pull away. She was smiling all through. Then I focused on her for a few seconds, seeing my missile hitting her left cheek. I held on to this position and was tempted to fire, but I held back. And then, I moved my hand about six inches from my target, and let go. Like in the movie Matrix, I watched my paper missile travel in slow motion, going off target at first, and then for some crazy reason, at the last meter stretch before Bisi, it changed course, heading directly for her. And then it hit her smack on the cheek.

She held on to her cheek as her smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. Just as I was about to get up and go apologize to her, the lecturer walked into the class.

Thanks for the update

Lmao......you've lost bisi sanmi too

I could relate to the way he feels...

nice one!!

Trouble maker. Thanks for the update.

Update pls

Op we re still waiting ooo

Its been awhile Mr Kayo80, hope you are good tho.....

this story is officially dead....
signed...I just came to pay homage to it ...

#walks out dissapointed

I hope this finds you in good health, Bro Kayo80 you have been an inspiration for me loved your works from the very first moment, Good bless your hand. Even though am still waiting for this story to be complete I want it not to be rushed...
from your biggest fan...

Electricboy:
this story is officially dead....

signed...I just came to pay homage to it ...


#walks out dissapointed

Lol. Ko Kanye...We have preponderance of abandoned stories here and that has been the major setback. Just move on with your life whether there's update or not cause these writers have other things to lay their hands on aside writing. The only guy I can sue if he fails to continue his work is infant. When Love Speaks..
Update o at Kayo80

carloz685:
I hope this finds you in good health, Bro Kayo80 you have been an inspiration for me loved your works from the very first moment, Good bless your hand. Even though am still waiting for this story to be complete I want it not to be rushed...
from your biggest fan...

Thanks for this.

Hello guys...long time. I had to take the hiatus for personal reasons.

I will be posting a really short chapter in a few minutes and I want to apologize in advance Anyway, that is how I have always intended the chapter to be. After the chapter, there would be two more chapters before the end of Year One, and I will start with Year Two/Book Two.

Chapter 14: The Rubber Band Effect (Part 2)

As soon as the lecture ended, Bisi Sanmi picked up her bag and left the class with her friend. I rushed through the crowded hall, brushing through sweaty bodies. “Esco!!!” Sope shouted out my nickname from where he was seated, wondering where I was rushing too. I just forced a smile and made a hand signal that I would be right back. I caught up with her by the newspaper stand just before you exit the Art building. “Hey, I’m really sorry.” I said as I held her back by her arm.” Without making eye contact with me, she said something I didn’t here and I moved closer and bowed my head.

“I’ve heard you Kola, leave me alone.” She said and slowly wriggled out of my hold.

“Don’t worry, I will beg her for you.” Her friend said between laughs as they both walked out of the art block building. I took a few steps forward in an attempt to apologize further as I didn’t like the look on Bisi Sanmi’s face, but then I changed my mind. There are times you just have to give people time to forgive and forget what you did to them.

So there I was, standing just outside art block building. I didn’t want to go back to class, but I also didn’t want to go to my room yet. To my right was an artist on a stood, sketching a face on his canvass that held up on a tripod; sort of like a blackboard used in teaching kids in primary school. I had noticed the guy for the first time a couple of weeks ago and thought it was just a one-time thing, but appeared the guy had pitched his tent permanently there. I turned around and was left in awe at his drawing; he was sketching a photo of a beautiful black lady with an Afro and his sketch looked so real. I stood there for a few more seconds as the man moved his pencil here and there on his canvass, lost in his world. When I turned around abruptly, I bumped into someone; A girl in a white linen gown.

“Oops! Sorry.” I said and instinctively held her arms to hold her steady.

“Sorry.” She also said, even though I was the one that was at fault. I was mesmerized for the first few seconds looking at her. She was chocolate complexioned, about 5ft5, with dreamy eyes, and effortlessly beautiful. Unilag had a lot of beautiful girls walking around at any given time, but this girl was different. She wasn’t the superficial type; she wasn’t trying to look pretty, she just was pretty. I let go of her arms slowly, and she smiled up at me before walking off; her set of teeth was snow-white, just like the white of her eyes. I should have gone ahead to talk to her, but as usual, my nature wouldn’t just let me do so.

A little green rubber band led me to this point, and right there, one of the many alternate universes of my life was set in motion. I had no idea that two years later, we would fall in love with each other. Just like the butterfly effect, small events can have a large unpredictable influence on the future. The universe operates in ways that are too complex for the human mind to fully understand.

Finally am the first to reply after an update ��� All the same you are welcome... I just hope this time you wouldn't go M.I
A ... And please don't rush it, take all the time you want in this world, thanks for the update... Kayo80...
Your biggest..

Welcome back boss

Thanks for the update

nice update

Thank God i didn't follow the story....si good to have u back boss

I hope you don't mess up this one.

Nice story

Dagger79:
I hope you don't mess up this one.

Please I dont get you. Which one did i mess up before?