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Dayvdblake:
We're still here Mahn...

Thank you for staying true to LAASYO.

I owe you all an apology for my gross inconsistencies.

***

A nudge in the guts from my impossible seatmate and pal, the irrepressible Joseph Etuk was all it took to bring me back to base. And damn, it hurt.
“What, is this Frustrate-Martin-Till-He-Does-Something-He’ll-Regret day now?”, I spat angrily as I faced him.
Joe had been laughing at something he’d read in a piece of paper in his hand, but with the unrefined manner in which I reacted, his lips became taut with apprehension.
“Is anything the matter, Martin?”
I could tell Joe was mad at me, or at least so confused that he didn’t use his usual choice of words, preferring to call me directly by my given name. Who wouldn’t be?
I didn’t answer Joe’s question right away. I turned towards the front where Miss Alabi was answering the questions she’d written on the board as a classwork exercise. Why she even tried, I wondered.
Perhaps she..
“Martin, buddy, answer me,” Joe said as he shook my sleeve. His tone had changed from one of indignation to one of concern.
I shook my head pitifully. I was ruining my friendship with my present attittude.
“You won’t understand, man.”
“Try me.”
Joe refused to back off so easily. Maybe he thought he was finally getting somewhere.
I was just about to throw another temper tantrum at him, when the bell rang for a change of classes. As if on cue, everyone proceeded to dump their English texts and notes in their bag packs and slowly file out enroute the Physics laboratory. Miss Alabi was no where to be found. Apparently, she too had been waiting for the toll of the bell to take-off.
Joe grabbed my arm as I tried to join the line ahead in a bid to escape any more uncomfortable questionss from him.
Why is everyone stopping me in my tracks these days?
“Tell me, after Physics class. We good?”
OK, now Joe was beginning to sound like my father.
And before I could say another word, he disappeared into the exodus of final year students, moving to the Physics lab.
Oh, crap! Can this day just end already?

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A nudge in the guts from my impossible seatmate and pal, the irrepressible Joseph Etuk was all it took to bring me back to base. And damn, it hurt.
“What, is this Frustrate-Martin-Till-He-Does-Something-He’ll-Regret day now?”, I spat angrily as I faced him.
Joe had been laughing at something he’d read in a piece of paper in his hand, but with the unrefined manner in which I reacted, his lips became taut with apprehension.
“Is anything the matter, Martin?”
I could tell Joe was mad at me, or at least so confused that he didn’t use his usual choice of words, preferring to call me directly by my given name. Who wouldn’t be?
I didn’t answer Joe’s question right away. I turned towards the front where Miss Alabi was answering the questions she’d written on the board as a classwork exercise. Why she even tried, I wondered.
Perhaps she..
“Martin, buddy, answer me,” Joe said as he shook my sleeve. His tone had changed from one of indignation to one of concern.
I shook my head pitifully. I was ruining my friendship with my present attittude.
“You won’t understand, man.”
“Try me.”
Joe refused to back off so easily. Maybe he thought he was finally getting somewhere.
I was just about to throw another temper tantrum at him, when the bell rang for a change of classes. As if on cue, everyone proceeded to dump their English texts and notes in their bag packs and slowly file out enroute the Physics laboratory. Miss Alabi was no where to be found. Apparently, she too had been waiting for the toll of the bell to take-off.
Joe grabbed my arm as I tried to join the line ahead in a bid to escape any more uncomfortable questionss from him.
Why is everyone stopping me in my tracks these days?
“Tell me, after Physics class. We good?”
OK, now Joe was beginning to sound like my father.
And before I could say another word, he disappeared into the exodus of final year students, moving to the Physics lab.
Oh, crap! Can this day just end already?

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Tessy is just reminding me of my character back in secondary school.

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We said at the same time. Embarrased, I started again.
“Martin, I..”
“Tessy, I..”
OK, officially, this is weird.
I sighed. “OK, you go first.”
Tessy smiled.
“It’s OK. I should thank you for having me over.
I scratched my head.
“It’s quite alright. I like to have my friends over.”
“But not like this,” Tessy said and sighed.
Yeah, definitely not like this, I thought.
“Yeah, definitely not like this,” Tessy said, echoing my thoughts and making me feel queasy. This has got to be the weirdest day of my life.
“But I guess I owe you an explanation,” she added gloomily..
“It’s OK, if you don’t want to talk about it,” I said, a little too quickly.
OK, maybe I was lying. I was literally dying to know what the waterworks was all about. It’s not every day that Theresa Okoli gets all hysterical on you.

An awkward silence fell upon the house as the TV show ended.
At that moment, my phone rang. I was thankful for the distraction.
“Hello, Martin here.”, I said picking up the phone without even looking at the screen.”
“Duuuuuuuude,” Joe’s voice droned out from the speaker, “where did you keep your phone? I’ve been trying to get to for like..forever.”
“Sorry, man. I got..busy,” I replied giving Tessy a sidelong glance. She had resumed eating and appeared uninterested in our conversation.
“Man, you are harder to reach than the President.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed into the phone. “What’s up?”
Joe tut-tuted. “Not in the mood to talk are ya, eh?”
“You have no idea,” I chose my words carefully.
“OK, whatever. I just called to let you know that I’d be over as soon as the rain lets up. That OK?”
No. No, it was not OK. So not OK.
“Actually, bro. Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Oh.”
I hate to disappoint a brother. But having Joe over wouldn’t help at all.
“Sorry, man.”
“It’s cool. I’ll hang out at the park instead.”
“What park?”
“The amusement park.”
I choked back a laugh.
“What?” Joe asked with emotion.
“Nothing, bro,” I said cheekily. “Except that I pity those kids whose rides you’ll be hijacking.”

We laughed.

“Get off my phone, Supermart.”
“Hey—”
Joe ended the call abruptly. I dropped the phone.
Damn, what a brother!
I turned to see that Tessy had apparently finished eating and left. A further questioning revealed that she’d gone with Martha into her room. I guess I missed my big chance to talk to her.
Ah, bummer!
I’m gonna have to stop writing now. I have a big headache. I’m dizzy and really beginning to see double.
PS: This has got to be the longest day of my life, and consequently the longest entry I’ve written so far.

Apologies for the hiatus, friends.

Expect more of Martin's story next week!