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EPISODE SEVEN MFYL

Opening my eye, I can see the person’s head shining, reflecting the white bulb in the anatomy lab. Temmy had old school hair style just like me, where the hell did his hair go. I checked the face properly and discovered it’s not my home boy.

Me: this is not Temmy, he has old school.

Doctor: This is not your friend?

Me: positive, he left home this morning wearing a native dress, green colour Ankara to be precise.

Doctor: Your own friend has old school and he’s wearing Ankara? (He asked with a confused face)

Me: Yeah, he’s supposed to be with a lady.

Doctor: Oh! Your friend is alive, only sustained a minor injury on one of his legs and the lady is perfectly fine. Go and check the emergency ward, he’s there.

Hearing this made me feel imaginary cold water poured on my body and I don’t know when I screamed “thank you Jesus!” while rushing out of the anatomy lab.

Janet: What’s it?

Me: Temmy and Rachael are fine. They are not here.

Janet: so where are they?

Nurse: You guys can follow me; I’ll take you to them.

Moving towards the emergency ward, I started to reflect on what just happened. I never knew I love Temmy this much. Dude has been my twin brother from another mother since. Come to think of it, there are many destinies lying there unfulfilled. The thought that we are all going to be like that one day made me to think about my life. I’m not even sure of my Christianity, if I die, will I make heaven. And to think I just came from almost committing fornication (done in my heart already) means if I die now, hmm. God should just have mercy. I’m going to have to think my life through again.

Entering the emergency ward, I can see Temmy lying down resting his head on the elevated side of the hospital bed with Rachael sitting by his side.

Me: How were you allowed into the male ward, even if it’s emergency?

Rachael: Oh Will! (She stood up and hugged me)

Me: How are you now?

Rachael: I’m fine dear

Temmy: You no go release my babe from that hug? (We all laughed as we separated and Rachael meets with Janet and they hugged)

Me: Thank Your God you are not dead. We were told you are dead. Menh I would have kill you. (we all laughed again). How are you bro?

Temmy: I’m fine (he stood up from lying position to sit down) The nurse said I;m good to go but will need the doctors clearance.

Me: What about the bills?

Temmy: That’s true, let’s ask the nurse. Excuse me (waiving at the passing nurse). Thanks for the other time.

Nurse 2: You are welcome

Temmy: Please how do I get our bill and where to pay?

Nurse 2: That’s being taken care of

Temmy: By who?

Nurse 2: The lady that hit you guys

Temmy: But the driver is a guy and he seems to be alone in the car. I remember that at least before I passed out.

Rachael: You are right, it was a guy. But I saw him arguing with a lady over there the other time.

Nurse 2: The lady owns the car, I think the guy borrowed it. She asked me to call her when you are discharged.

Temmy: can you give me her number?

Nurse 2: Yes I can. But you guys (pointing to Janet and I) needs to leave now. You can’t be here at this hour of the day.

Doctor: (Speaking from the nurse’s back) They all can leave. Doctor is around so I’ll take my leave too. (Facing us) You guys should wait for me outside, I’ll take you to your hostel.

The nurse then dial the lady’s number and they spoke a little while before handling the phone to Temmy, who spoke for some minutes.

Temmy: She said she’ll come to our hostel tomorrow.

We all left the hospital with the doctor taking us directly to our hostel, the four of us in our small room. We chatted through the night as Racheal and Temmy narrates their ordeal as the accident is concern. They all slept on our four and a half inches bed while I used the opportunity to check and recheck my introductory chapter. After re-writing for the third time, I decided not to check again as I’m sure I’ll see another error. Confirming the next day as a public holiday, I wish this man did not asked me to submit, I would have sleep and wake up so late.

Lying on the rug using my hunch bag as pillow trying to get some sleep, and the pictures of what transpired between Janet and I replayed. “I’m I in love with her? It’s obvious she likes me and I felt I’m already reciprocating. I’ll ask her out the next opportunity I have”. As I was thinking about this, the light was brought and I decided to put on the Westlife mp3. As I was about to lie back down, I heard Janet’s voice.

Janet: You and Westlife

Me: You’ve not been sleeping or I woke you up with the sound?

Janet: No, I’ve been watching you since.

Me: Hmm, you can sleep now as I am about to sleep too.

Janet: Are you sure?

Me: Yeah, that’s the work of the Westlife I put on.

Janet: Hmm, can I come and join you on the rug?

Me: Believe me I’m only managing here. Enjoy your sleep, good night.

Janet: I’m coming regardless.

She left where she was sleeping carrying the pillow and lie right beside me, facing the ceiling just like I did. She turned and stretched my left arm, placing her head on my chest. I seriously hope she wasn’t planning to sleep this way because I can’t sleep facing the ceiling, though I love the fact she’s in my arms.

Me: Jane

Janet: Yes?

Me: About what happened earlier, I'll love to . . .

Janet: We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I just want be like this tonight.

bless2tom:
nice story there......pls check your grammar and spelling very well... it was a nice write up

Thanks bro. Noted

EPISODE SIX MFYL

Ever since we went to their room, we’ve gotten so close she call me every now and then, especially in the evening for dinner, and to be sincere she’s a good cook.

Me: Hello Jane, What’s up?

Janet: Hi chocolate, where are you?

Me: (I don’t know why she calls me by that. Is she planning on eating me up?) I’m still in school, going down to my hostel.

Janet: will you come around evening?

Me: It’s evening already

Janet: (she changed her voice to one that is hard to resist) Will you be coming now then?

Me: Jane I have a project to submit before 9am tomorrow

Janet: But tomorrow is public holiday

Me: And which holiday is that?

Janet: Prophet’s birthday I heard, so don’t bother about tomorrow, your supervisor won’t be there.

Me: Alright I’ll come with Temmy later in the evening.

Janet: No! Besides Rachael and Temmy are going somewhere I don’t know till late night.

(So we’ll be all alone? Now this look like a dangerously set trap covered with attractive flowers. But what’s dangerous there, we are not dating, we are just friends now)

Janet: Hello are you still there?

Me: Yeah, I’ll come later in the evening.

Janet: Good, I’ll be expecting you. Don’t eat yet, I’ll make you something worthwhile **the line went off**

Since I’ll be going to her side, I decided to correct the chapter one before going because I don’t know when I’ll leave there. I changed my direction and moved towards ICT center so I can get s strong WIFI. Sitting under a cashew tree behind the old ICT building on a broken bench having the tree’s branch as its other pivot, I had a successful time as I have little or no distraction with fast internet network. I was able to come up with a satisfactory write up before the weather got totally darkened. Since it was already late I headed straight to Janet’s hostel. As expected, she has prepared a wonder meal and immediately set the semo for me, with her sitting right in front.

Me: Are you not eating?

Janet: Only if you want me to

Me: Why not, let’s eat together.

“Yes, I just said that, we are going eat together in the same plate. Maybe I should just let out how I feel towards her this evening, a perfect opportunity to? We shall see.” I brought out the Five-A-Live juice I bought while coming down. We ate together sipping the juice occasionally and it looks more like a date.

We chatted through the meal and started watching a seasonal Korean movie on her Laptop, though we barely watch the said movie as we were more engrossed with our conversation. Her head find its place on my laps with her lying down and myself sitting on the mattress resting my back against the wall. She was playing with my right hand finger nails while my left hand keep dressing and redressing her fixed hair, sometimes I’ll touch her pimples back and forth. At this point my body has already graduated to the third heaven with my hard jeans trouser preventing from noticing the awoken “brother of mine”. I noticed her unease movement on the mattress rubbing my hand more and more, breathing heavily with my left hand moving towards her body trying to raise her body up towards mine. In no time she’s already in my arms rubbing my body, hugging me so tight and passionately drawing her head towards mine, and of course our mouth is in each other kissing deeply. The next thing is to UnCloth each other and she has already started to unbuttoned my shirt when my phone rang. I responded to check who was calling and discovered it was Temmy, I picked it but the voice I was hearing was not of Temmy.

Me: Hello, Who is this?

Person: The owner of this phone was involved in an accident and I’m calling you as the last dialed number. Please come to general hospital, they are at the emergency ward.

Me: Oh my God! Thank you, I’ll be right there.

By this time we had already separated and everything high has gone down.

Me: Where did you say Rachael and Temmy went to?

Janet: I really don’t know

Me: They had accident and are presently at the general hospital. I’ll be going there now.

Janet: We’ll go together.

She changed her cloth while I wait for her outside. We board a bike straight to general hospital but paused a bit at my hostel to drop my bad. We entered the hospital premises and headed straight to the emergency section. As we were about to enter the emergency ward, a nurse called from the right side.

Nurse: Are you his friend?

Me: Yes

Nurse: The doctor wanted to see you. (She directed us to the doctor’s office)

Doctor: Please sit down, and please excuse us for a while (pointing to Janet).

Janet: (Shivering) where is my friend?

She was ushered out by the nurse that brought us into the office before she could get any answer. The doctor then sits in his chair directly facing me.

Doctor: How close are you to him?

Me: We’ve been friends since we were six or seven; we are from the same place. (By this time my heart has started pounding faster than the piston of a running ignition combustion engine)

Doctor: Well you are a man and you should understand things better. Things happen you know and it’s usually a reason.

I was about to explode when the doctor said “your friend is gone”. I felt my heart beat drop momentarily and did not hear anything he said afterwards as so many scenarios of Temmy’s image flooded my brain. I was brought back by Janet’s loud cry. She probably overheard the doctor.

Janet: What’s wrong with Temmy? And where is my friend?

I couldn’t utter a word, I just stood up and hug her, crying loud enough now as her tears already soaked my shirt.

Doctor: Will you like to see your friend now?

At this point, I was struggling to hold myself not to burst out crying. I wasn’t sure if I should follow the doctor to see my home boy’s corpse or not but Janet’s presence gave me some courage. We followed the doctor who moved towards the anatomy lab of the hospital. “I can’t believe my own guy is lying down in there lifeless. Damn, Temmy cannot die; we’ve got a lot to achieve together. I’m going best my guy on his wedding day. Damn!” Getting to the lab’s door, Janet was asked to wait outside while followed doctor inside. Seeing so many cadavers though covered, I couldn’t feel myself again and I can’t explain how I’m even moving. “Over here” said the doctor, pointing to a fresh cadaver. The moment I got by the side of the lifeless being, all my fear and shivering disappeared and I got a sudden courage from nowhere.

Doctor: Remove the covering and confirm

Me: Please do it yourself sir.

He removed the covering without hesitation as if he was only trying to see what my reaction would be by asking me to uncover the cadaver, all this while my eyes were closed.

*EPISODE FIVE* *MFYL*

We reached our hostel and season two of the afternoon hunger started. Only this time, we are both hungry. I checked time and it’s around 9pm. We both thought of what to do but the fact there is no light anymore discouraged us knowing well we’ve not set up our stove since arriving back to school, owing to the fact the power supply has been somewhat stable especially when needed. Temmy’s phone rang and it was Rachael, I guess she’s calling to confirm we are home or to say good night to his man. They talk for a while and I overheard Temmy describing our hunger situation. He came off the phone said “she’s asking us to come over”. The worms or whatever it is that make those soprano sound in my belly jumped for joy in anticipation as they heard that. Their not-so-melodious music immediately increased coming at more regular frequency.

Me: that sounds great and comforting but it’s late.

Temmy: (checked for time) 15min after 9 is not too late bro.

Me: I thought their hostel is girls only

Temmy: No, it’s mixed. (as we were still discussing that, the light came up)

Me: Oh! Thank God. Let’s settle for noodles.

Temmy: Seriously? You want me to start cooking noodles when I’ve got real food waiting?

He pulled me aside, locked back the door and pushed me towards the front door. We went to Rachael’s hostel, even though I’m not too in support of the idea but the hunger firing me overpowered my resolve. We got to her hostel and were greeted with a fantastic aroma coming from her room. We knocked and entered at her response and were given a warm welcome by the ladies. That was when I know she got roommate and of course that’s the first time I’m entering that room and hostel as a whole. The hostel is much more “tight” than ours with the self-contained room having enough bed space, kitchen and bathroom combined with toilet. Before we know what’s going on we were served with a glossy looking white rice accompanied by a bright looking tomato-pepper stew definitely grounded with hand grater and finished with God knows type of vegetable oil. The stew was also carrying some “ponmo” pieced into many parts to support the locust beans (iru) which already flooded the stew consisting of two aggressively cut beef meat. At that point I said to myself “Temmy was right, there is no way we would have cook this tonight”. Rachael sat in front of Temmy while they gist and eat from the same plate leaving me alone with Janet (Rachael’s roommate) sitting by my left side.

Since Temmy and Rachael has alienated themselves from us speaking so quietly, Janet and I started our own conversation. We got so engrossed chatting that I don’t know when I conquered my meal. We flow so easily, she being the first lady I’ve met that know so much about sport, football especially. We talked sport, politics, and cars, ended it on trending fashion in school. She packed our plates and I checked the time to which it was 10:57PM. I’ve never being this late outside, in ladies room for that matter, except on Champions league nights where we argue soccer till we are tired. I looked towards Temmy and Rachael direction and discovered they are still engrossed with their conversation. I had to call Temmy out. “Bro it’s 11 o, let’s start moving.” He reluctantly stood up with Rachael carrying unsatisfied face which I ignored and move towards the door saying my goodbye to Janet while waiving to her. We left the room and the ladies saw us off up to their hostel gate and I was surprised Janet gave me a good night hug.

We got back to our room and Temmy put the westlife mp3 on. That’s our typical way of sleeping. Westlife and other blues has been of help whenever we needed a sound sleep. Lying on the bed with head facing the wall and the two scenarios that occurred earlier simultaneously played right on my mind. Only this evening I’ve met two wonderful ladies, “prospective girlfriend” I thought. After thinking so much, hallucinating on what it might be with both ladies, I remembered Sandra. Oh Sandra! She was my long term crush who led me on with so call green lights on many occasions, only for me to discovered a day prior to the day I would have asked her out that she’s not only in a relationship but perfectly engaged for marriage. I was so disappointed I felt I broke my heart. The moment I remember this story, I concluded both ladies are probably the same and I slept on that.


A month and some days into the semester and the lectures are already rigorous. I’ve always thought 500level would be easier than other levels owing to the fact there are lesser courses. How wrong I was as the courses are not only voluminous but consume a lot of money too. I have my project topic now and I’m expected by my supervisor to submit the introductory chapter today. Gosh! This is more serious than technical reports we’ve been writing since 200level SWEP days. After many search both on and offline, I was able to come up with a two foolscap sheet page for introduction. I am lucky my supervisor allows handwritten works and that save me a lot of money I would have spent typing and printing.

With the door widely opened, I let myself in to the fairly ventilated office with air condition fully on, which made me wonder why the door was widely open. I saluted my supervisor who refused to respond but instead increased his concentration on whatever he’s viewing on his laptop with his right hand periodically clicking on the USB connected mouse. He continued like that for almost 20min without raising his head towards my sorry self who has remained standing. Some minutes after, he had a faint smile and look towards my side. “Yes, what do you want?” he asked with an indifferent face. “I’m here to submit my chapter one sir”, I replied, handling him the foolscap sheet. He glanced through it so quick, picked up is pen and started underlining and circling words. Before I knew what was going on, the whole page has turned red. By this time, my heart was beating faster than hard rock music. Handling over the write up back to me he retorted “correct those circled words and restructure the underlined sentences. Make sure you submit back to me latest 9AM tomorrow. Anything after that, you are on your own”. “I understand sir” I replied. I took the sheet from him and left the room. Then I remembered 9AM tomorrow he says, I checked my phone and it’s after 4 already. Oh my! This man can’t even give me till next week. I was still in thought on how to quickly make the necessary corrections to meet the 9am deadline tomorrow when my phone rang and expectedly it’s Janet.

EPISODE FOUR MFYL

She wore a long gown 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 “please 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 waist. It should cover the stained area

Lady: thanks

Me: You can go home now. Hope your side isn’t far from here.

Lady: Under G

Me: That’s close and it’s not too late. Do take care of yourself. (I start to leave)

Lady: Please 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 waist using the sleeves as the rope with the body covering the stained part of her gown. It was then I could see her very well. Damn! 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 senate building. The first five minutes of the walk was in total silence except for the sound her shoe was making 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 came 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 quickly 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 please?

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 Senate 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 needs to tell me about Rachael, are they for real or I’m just hallucinating)

I changed my course and went through 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 senate?

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 dating?

Temmy: On point!

Me: I thought as much. Why didn’t you tell me since?

Temmy: Cool down bro, she just consent 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: **squeezing 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 already old. But why can’t I remember her name? I seriously need to overcome this habit of forgetting names, especially that of ladies. I think it starts with “F”, is it Folake, Funsho or … Damn! I can’t remember.

bless2tom:
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EPISODE THREE MFYL

I was applying cream on my body 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” chest so I quickly put on underwear) 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 boyfriend or should I say fiancée?

Rachael: [looking surprised] so he already 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 damn 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 already”.

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-shirt and blue-black jean trouser 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 everybody 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 under 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 barely hear ourselves. “What’s going on here?” came 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 through the second door preserved for final year students. There is clarity in the music being played now unlike while we were outside, though still very loud forbidding smooth conversation. We sat on the same row at the topmost part 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. play the 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 making sense.

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 played 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 brought out my phone to check for notifications on facebook and then to nairaland to laugh out at funny comments that is never lacking on each post made on the forum. 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.*

... *to be continued*

EPISODE Two MFYL

Fortunately, the ball deflected towards my waiting head, to which I direct towards the left side of the net and boom! It’s in the net. We’ve won! I was carried by my team mates shouting and dancing round the field.

I felt something entering my eyes from the sprayed champagne when I heard my roommate voice, “oh boy, you no go wake?, your phone done ring like a hundred times, you can sleep o, for afternoon fa”. And that was how I woke up, I checked the time it’s already 4pm and before I could stood my phone rang again Oh; it’s mum

Me: Hello ma, good evening

Mum: Hello, and where Have you been since! I’ve called severally but…

Me: I’m sorry ma, I was sleeping

Mum: Sleeping at this time of the day? You didn’t go to class?

Me: No ma, we’ve not started lectures proper.

Mum: Okay, have you gotten the money I sent you?

Me: (cho! She sent me money?) No ma, I…

Mum: Check your messages, I just send 20 thousand naira

Me: Wao! (20 thousand is lot of money coming from my mum). Thanks mum

Mum: Don’t thank me, it’s daddy Orire that sent it to you

Me: Wao! That man is really nice o

Mum: Yes, and you have to call him now and show your appreciation.

Me: But I don’t have his number

Mum: I’ll send it to you now

Me: Okay ma

Mum: I’ll also need you to send me how much you’ll need for your final year project

Me: My supervisor has not said anything ma

Mum: You go to him and ask, instead of just sleeping your time away.

Me: But mum he…

Mum: Just do it!

Me: Okay ma

The phone clicks and line went dead. In not more than 3miuntes, the message tone beeps, I checked and it was the man’s phone number from my mum. I dialed the number and he picked at the second beep.

Man: Hello, who is this?

Me: Good afternoon sir, this is Williams Albert sir

Man: Williams, Williams, Williams, I don’t know any Williams

Me: (then I, remember folks knows me as Yemi at home). It’s me Yemi, Opeyemi Albert

Man: Oh, Oh, Yemi, how are you?

Me: I’m fine sir, I wanted to say…

Man: I’m very busy now just take care of yourself (and Pom! The line went dead)

Is that even right? Okay he’s an elderly person and just send me 20k of course he’s right (smiles). Though on an ideal situation, I don’t like people terminating call on me, especially when I’m the one calling (you).

As I was thinking on how I will dismantle the 20k, I perceived my neuro-transmitters sending message to my brain from my stomach. Damn! am hungry! It was then I remembered I haven’t taken anything since morning. What was I doing since? (Speaking to myself). "Okay, I went straight to the football pitch to play soccer till around 11:30am. then I took my bath and the rest and rush down to the viewing center to watch Nigeria play Uruguay in FIFA world cup knock out stage which we lost slightly by a goal margin. It was that referee and our snail of a striker that cost us the match. Oh! That explains the dream. (I laughed out)."

My friend Temmy (also my roommate) hearing me laugh from outside barge into the room.

Temmy: Oh boy wetin dey make you laugh?

Me: Omo I just dream naija won the cup o

Temmy: ** Laughing profusely** Oh boy that one can only happen in your dream o. Those boys fall my hand big time.

Me: Seriously.

Temmy: I don’t think I’ll be watching their match again, I will be sticking with my Chelsea joor.

Me: Seconded. Even if they were beaten they’ll still put on some fight unlike those snails.

Temmy: Sluggish set of players we call team.

Me: Bro, leave Naija alone, I’m hungry like anything now. Anything on ground? (Without answering me, he just went into our small kitchen and yes he’s back with two plates) Oh boy, what is this?

Temmy: Sit down there, asking o

Me: Oh boy, see hot amala, wow, this boy is home made. Where you get ewedu around this area?

Temmy: That one na Rachael’s handwork o.

Me: Hmm, you and this Rachael sha

Temmy: Oh boy, leave that one for now and eat jor (Before he finish that statement, my tummy is already jumping for joy at the reception of the first morsel which came with a ponmo battered ewedu soup. In less than no time we are done with the meal)

Temmy: Guy, see the way you are sweating

Me: It’s always like that whenever I take amala especially hot ones, besides the wheather is not helping.

Temmy: Yeah, the sun is exteremly hot today; I guess it is going to rain tonight

Me: That would be better

Temmy: Yes, but that should better be after the show

Me: Which show?

Temmy: Those comedy guys now, SUG is organizing the show to kick start the semester

Me: Cool, when is that happening?

Temmy: (Temmy checked his watch) Oh boy! It’s six this evening o. I have to leave now

Me: Without me? Don’t try it. Let me take a shower, then we go together.

Temmy: Alright, be fast o. I’ll go pick Rachael aand make sure you are ready before we get back

Me: Hmm, Rachael is going too?

Temmy: cho! You want me to go alone

Me: Hope I won’t spoil show sha?

Temmy: go and take your bath jor. (He left banging the door behind him)

My friend Temiloluwa (Temmy) is a cool headed guy but home made just like me. We have a lot in common, maybe because we’ve friends since childhood. We both decided to study mechanical engineering when we were younger and the dream is gradually coming true. The only time we were ever separated was when his dad got a new job in the city and the whole family had to relocate. When I was done with my elementary education, my parents decided to relocate to the same city also. From there we went to the same secondary school and now in final year in the same University studying the course we dreamt about.

EPISODE ONE MFYL


The match has gotten to the last 15mins and we are 2nill down in what is our first ever final match in the FIFA world cup competition. We couldn’t believe our eyes as the center referee point to the penalty spot after the Uruguan striker willingly dive to the ground as if he was hit by a speed train. I can’t believe the same ref who had earlier gave two penalties to the Uruguans which resulted in their two goal lead will dip his hand into his pocket giving our left central back his marching order. Red card! For what? The guy wasn’t even the last man. This is a prove this FIFA won't allow an African nation talkless of Nigeria to win the prestigious FIFA world cup.

Our coach was furious and all of us on the bench feel like protesting but it matters not as the penalty is well taken by the Uruguan striker who is now on hat-trick. He again put our goal keeper who has been jumping here and ther like a castrated mosquito the wrong way, again. 3nill with one man down, less than 15mins to the regular time, the game is all but over.

A change is expected from our coach to substitute either a midfielder or our lone striker (who has done nothing in the match but to dress his hair every now and then) for a defender to prevent a total humiliation. I, a young striker who made the team as a result of my performance in the previous year’s world youth tournament has giving up hope of ever appearing in the tournament. I was already lost in thinking when I heard the voice of my coach

"Williams"! Come over here and show the world how strong we are coming back next four years. I couldn’t believe my ears but quickly jump up removing the bench bib that I was putting on and now fully kitted. The assistant referee raise the changing bar with my number (32) in green and that of our left winger in red. I thought, does coach want me to play on the left side? My left leg is not as strong compare to my right.

Coach: listen Williams, I’m using you as my free man now

Me: What does that mean sir?

Coach: It means you are free to play any whereon the pitch

Me: Okay sir

Coach: Tell Okowa (our lone striker) it’s over to you guys now.

The coach then send a sign to the captain and the rest of the team which mean they should withdraw. I ecstatically entered the pitch knowing I’m now the youngest player to ever represent my country in the tournament. To my surprise, the crowds all stood up clapping as I entered the pitch, some singing using my name “You did it in Sydney you can do it here, you did it with Chelsea, you can do it here, go Williams go, go Africa go”. I immediately felt adrenalin running my body; chasing the ball as if my life depends on it. The singing was still going on when their last defender receiving a pass from their goal keeper tried to nutmeg me, but missed his step and instead hit the ball sideway, I saw the opportunity and remembered my coach’s word “use your speed” he said. I ran after the ball, looked up and I saw their goalkeeper was already on me with Okowa shouting at his back “I’m free boy!, ball!, ball!!, ball!!!. I hit the leather made white coloured round object with my right foot and the ball went directly to Okowa’s waiting right leg who made no mistake in sending the ball to the back of net from just 6yards. Goal! We scored. I was expecting a running jubilation from Okowa, but he instead run inside the goal, pick the ball and run towards the center pass using his hand to tell me to follow. It was then I remembered we were still two goals down with 10mins to go at regular time.

The match continued with Uruguans passing the ball around, to which they got a goal attempt from the powerful header of their powerful striker who headed the ball towards the far post from a perfect cross from the left wing. But our goalkeeper did well this time around clipping the ball between his palms and immediately sending the ball like a missile far beyond the center line towards the waiting Okowa who after some moves forward a pass to my very self who has a defender to go through and boom! I was already rolling on the floor; I did not even know what happened until I heard my captain shouting “you wan kill him? wetin happen na?
Then Okowa was beside me saying, “O boy get up, there is no time, he already gave the free kick”. I stood up perfectly okay as the free kick was about to be taken by our captain. I stood in the box with others running here and there. The ball was kicked and before I know what’s going on I felt a push from behind and as I was trying not to fall the ball hit my head and deflected to the far corner of the post. Goal! I just scored! 3-2 and said to myself, Liverpool versus AC Millan is happening all over again. You cannot hear your words anymore as the cheers and jeers from the crowd are overwhelming. The match continues and we go an equalizer from a corner kick by one of our fill backs who headed the ball beyond their goalkeeper’s reach at the end of regular time 90mins. Wao! I can’t believe this is happening. The assistant referee signifies additional 3minutes of injury time but I wish the match ends by 90mins.

The Uruguans are now playing at a very high tempo to which they hit the woodwork in the space of 1min. 30secs to go and the ball got to my leg through a direct pass from our goalkeeper. I kept moving with the ball speeding along as I only have the goalkeeper to beat. He kept moving towards me and approach speedily as I get towards the edge of the box, I dribbled to the right side, and immediately lose control but struggled to hit the ball towards the goal before another boom! I’m on the floor again. But this time, it’s a penalty. I received hailing from my team mate with shout of jubilation from the crowd. Our bench has already stood up as our captain is about to take what will be the kick of our life! The referee blew and he kicked the ball so hard but it hit the goalkeeper’s waiting leg.

I'm starting this new story MFYL which is a season 1 of the ground story, Perfect Rejection.

All acts in the series is a product of fiction and mere imaginations, any resemblance to person, people or place should be disregarded.

Story written and composed by myself @Babsopey
All rights reserved ©2016


Now let's get to the real deal.

This is my first time of writing, therefore I'll welcome encouragement and especially criticism. But do make the abuse funny I can laugh and correct.

I'm not good with memorizing monikers but I'll be editing this as much as I remember.

Cc: dioxidane - the guy with d first story I read on nairaland.
Cc: hayurmidey yeyedeysmell victvames (President Daughter and I author)

Prolog:
This story is mainly about two final year lovers from different backgrounds. The circumstances leading to their meeting, their challenge and their future together.

Read and enjoy. Thanks

Don't worry you can't falter self, I dey your back to push you back. Lol. Nice one

Twizzy30:
Thanks for the update. Btw I tot cynthia nd lola are in ur department

Exactly my thought. In season one the way Vic met Lola and Cynthia was because they lied to be needing to explain things for them.

But since it's first year, they might be doing same courses together.

Modified :

Please note this @Victvames

victvames:
EPISODE 7


Walking on the street along the school road checking out the environment. Then i heard someone calling my name with an unfamiliar voice. I looked at the side where the voice was coming from, i saw two recognizable eve-like creatures waving at me from a car or their car.
My course mates, I went closer to them while they fold their arms and lean on their car.

Cynthia: Victor cant even hear his name again

Tola: Did she break your heart?

Me: She who? my heart fit break?

*Both laughs*

Tola: Hwfa

You mentioned them to your course mate in season one episode 7.

You also called Lola Tola there, so you can edit.

Well done bro. Thumbs up.

Baba Vames. If you know how this your story is playing on my head. Each character got a specified image. Lol.


As for the alert, I'm thinking it's from Lola, if not, it's another character entering.

You can redirect it to my account if you can't get the person. Lols

We'll done Bro.

Translating or interpreting some Yoruba
words to English literarily could be funny.
This arguably contributed to some of the
errors we make speaking correct English
grammar. Coupled with the fact that
Yoruba is a Tonal language (which means
the way you pronounce a word determines
its meaning), it does not have special
pronoun for male and female as English
language does.
Enough of the story let’s get down to
business.
Let’s laugh it out.

Wa maa lo – Come and be going
This is used when you are asking
somebody to leave. Example: “Ile ti n su,
tete wa maa lo” which means “Start to
leave for it’s getting dark”.

Mo n bo – I’m coming.
This is to really mean “I’ll be back”.

Isu ata yan-an yan-an – Yam pepper
scatter scatter
This is a Yoruba phrase that is used to
describe a situation out of control,
especially riot or fight which has escalated
beyond normal.

Eefejoku – You’ll almost die dancing or
You’ll almost die burning.
I’m sure Nigerian hip hop lovers would be
familiar with this one. Anytime
“ku” (which means die) is used to complete
a word or phrase, it’s used to emphasize or
exaggerate the extent to which something
would be done or has been done. Example:
“Wale ti fee jeun ku” which means “Wale
has been eating a lot”.

Okunrin meta ataabo – Three and a half
man.
This originally means ‘strong man”. It’s a
Yoruba adjectival phrase used to describe
a strong or hard working man, this is to
mean he’s man three times and half a
normal man.

Ijekuje – Eat die eat
This simply means “junks” or something
not profitable to your body.

Alapata – He who kill and sell
This simply means a “butcher”.

Amunututu – Makes belly cold
This is a type of water leave used as
vegetable especially to support
“egunsi” (mellon)

Oka’re – You plucked right
This simply means “Well done”

Ekaaro – Die morning
Ekaasan – Die afternoon
Ekuurole – Die evening
Ekaale – Die night.
All this are simply time greetings which
means “good morning”, “good afternoon”
and “good evening” consecutively (note:
“ekaale” also means “good evening”)

Odaaro – Till morrow morning
This simply means “good night”

Olosa – Sea owner
This means “harm robber” while “thief”
translate “ole”.

Maa sanjo – I will pay day
This simply means “I’ll repay your
investments on me”, usually from children
to parents or among folks.

Mi o le wa lo ku – I cannot come and go
and die.
This is used when one is tired of doing
something especially when it is drudgery
or stressful in nature.

Owo olowo – Rich person’s money
This really means “it’s not my money” or
“it’s somebody else’s money”

Panapana – Kill fire kill fire
Simply means “Fire fighter”

Omi ero – Engine water
“Omi ero” means “Tap water”.

Olopa – Stick owner
“Olopa” means “Police” or “Cop”. They are
called “olopa”(stick owner) because they
are usually found with sticks in those time,
if it were to be now they’ll be called
“Onibon” i.e “gun owner” because they’ve
long drop sticks for guns.

There you have it and you can add your
own. I would have loved to add
“amin” (intonation signs) on each Yoruba
word for proper comprehension but my
keyboard lacks such luxury.
NB: Grammatical corrections are highly
welcome as I am not a good grammarian.

Source : self
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Waiting for new updates sir Vames. I'm studying your writing style.

Thumbs up Bro.

Nice intro. I guess as time goes by people can relate much. I love anything tech, so keep it coming.