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Are you sure you read the main episode 7 or you read the part the other guy quoted?

Instead of him to just drop a comment, I don't know what he did there, and even divided the write up.

Episode 8

Cynthia looked at me and I looked at her too. The knock came the second time.

"Who is there?" I stood up and headed towards the door.

My heart kept beating faster and faster. What will I tell this girl called Benita? I thought I told her I was going out, and yet she remained adamant. I will just tell her to go. I don’t know what this girl wants from me that she can’t just let me be.

I quickly grabbed the door handle, turned it, the door opened and I felt relieved. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw who was standing at the door. You thought it was Benita, right? Yeah, your guess is as good as mine, but it wasn’t her. It was our lodge president.

"Frank, we will be having a lodge meeting this night," he announced.

"Hope there is no problem?" I asked him.

"Not at all. We need to address certain issues concerning the lodge security and well-being of the lodge in general," he further explained.

"Okay, no problem. I’ll be there."

I shut the door and turned back to join Cynthia at my reading table.

"Sorry about that," I apologized."

"Who is him?"

"Our lodge president. I don’t even know his name. I just know they call him Presido."

"Oh, OK, no problem. Let’s continue then," she said.

I went on like a good teacher and taught Cynthia one more topic, Permutation and Combination. I never knew how good I was at teaching until that very day. Cynthia even confirmed it. She jokingly said that I should set up a tutorial class and earn money from it just like other tutorial masters on campus.

I told her I couldn’t even stand before the crowd. I had stage fright and not until I overcame it.

My Sunday was well spent with my crush and yet-to-be girlfriend, I was hopeful everything would fall in place sooner. It was blissful to be around her for more than an hour.
And just as we agreed, she left before 5:00 p.m. so she could attend benediction.

I saw her off to the junction. She was grateful for my time and the value she got.

"Let’s do this some other time," she said before climbing a bike she waved down.

"Alright," I nodded my head.

We bid each other goodbye. I stood at a spot and watched them until the bike was out of sight.

*

The next morning I woke up very early. I was supposed to have a compulsory class by 9:00 a.m., but I felt so reluctant about it. I just lay on the bed and completely folded in my blanket. The weather was so inviting that I didn’t feel like getting up. Some days are like that.

After some minutes, I eventually got off. I detest missing any class at all, unless I fall ill, I would surely find my way to the lecture hall.
So, I went into the bathroom, had my shower, brushed my teeth, and dashed out of the bathroom.

I felt my stomach rumble and that was a sign of hunger. I might even faint inside class if I didn't find something to eat before going to Prof. Alisa's class; his class was always long and boring. That man would teach for hours, and half of his time would be spent on irrelevant cock and bull stories. We all knew him then for his boring stories about student's life on campus, and some sort of stories about how someone wanted to bribe him to upgrade his result for him, and all those uninteresting stories he usually tells.

Despite his boring classes, the turn-up was always massive because he usually took attendance at the end of his class. He kept threatening us that if we missed his attendance we would have ourselves to blame at the end of the semester for failing his course.

As a fresher, we never joked with anything that had to do with attendance. Some students could even fight each other while on it.

That morning, I was too lazy to get into the kitchen to prepare something to eat, and time for the class was almost approaching. I had about an hour to get to class. If I eventually get to Prof. Alisa's class a minute late, he must surely drive me out.

I resorted to buying bread, sachet Milo, and milk. I boiled water and made myself a quick breakfast. After eating, I was ready to go to school. It was almost 9:30 a.m. and class was to start by 9:00 a.m. I was late already. I wore my plain trousers and a white shirt. I picked one or two books and my pen.

As soon as I came out of my room, I met the lodge president walking upstairs.

"We didn’t see you at the meeting last night," he said and paused.

"Oh my God, I forgot. My bad." I apologized for not coming.

"Well, maybe you ask others what we discussed and do the needful."

"No Wahala." (No problem) I said.

I locked my door and set off.

I already knew money was involved when I heard 'do the needful'. It was either money to fuel the lodge generator or waste bin issues. I was even tired of the steady contribution we made weekly.

I kicked start my journey toward Sosc extension where the class was to hold. As usual, the campus was filled with activities. Students here and there, shuttles and private cars swooshed past. The sun was up and shining.
Of course, I wasn’t walking alone. I had my headphones on, jamming songs. If it wasn't Nasty C, it would be Eminem or Tupac. Their songs gave me good vibes that I could resonate with.

On approaching the lecture hall, my blood was boiling. I didn’t want to miss Prof. Alisa's class because of the attendance. I knew if he was in class he would chase anybody that comes after him. I checked my timepiece, it was 10 a.m. on the dots.

Damn, I was f**king late. I saw Ifenna walking in the same direction as I was.

"Dude, how far, we are so late for this man’s class. Not sure he would permit us in."

"Yeah, I just hope he allows us. I was delayed at Diamond Bank. I would have been here long ago," Ifenna replied.

"I can’t even see his Toyota Camry parked outside as usual," I said.

"Do you think he’s not around?" Ifenna sked.

"Hmm, I don’t know. Let’s just go and check."

I don’t know why my heart was beating so fast, just because of attendance.
We finally got to the class and, phew, Prof. Alisa didn’t show up. I heaved a big sigh of relief. Ifenna looked at me and we both smiled.

I looked straight to the class and saw my coursemates and other departments gossiping in three-threes and fours, making noise. I tried to see if I would see Cynthia, but couldn’t find anyone that looked like her. I didn’t see her friend too, Jessy.

I brought out my phone and dialed Cynthia's number. She picked up in no time. I could tell she wasn’t in class due to the calm background.

"Hi, Frank," she said.

"Cynthia, you are not in school."

"Yeah, I couldn’t come," she replied.

"Why? I didn’t see your friend too."

"You mean Jessy? She’s here with me."

"Ah, what happened? Are you sick or what?"

"Yeah, I’m not feeling too strong."

"The migraine or something else?"

"I don’t even know, but don’t worry, I will be fine," she assured me.

"I’m worried already. Have you gone to the medical to check what the problem is?" I sounded concerned.

"Not yet, but I will go later. I have my card."

"Okay, take care. I will call you later," I ended the call.

I went to the back seat and sat quietly, observing the noisy class. It was always noisy whenever there was no lecturer in class.

We later had another class around 11:00 a.m. Igbo101 (Igbo language). It was a general course for all Year One. And during the class, I kept reminiscing about Cynthia's visit during the weekend. I never believed that I would miss her this much instead of focusing on the class.

Poor me, lover boy.

*

Days passed. It was finally Benita's birthday. I made sure I texted her. I wasn’t good at composing birthday messages, but I tried. I even thought of the perfect birthday present but my pocket was saying otherwise. Another voice in my head was saying no need for a birthday present. You guys aren’t that close.

Chido later texted me on WhatsApp to remind me that we must attend her birthday party. I knew he had the date recorded in his head. He loves all those kinds of stuff, party and the rest of it.
I told him I was thinking of getting her a present, but didn’t know what exactly to buy for her.

"What do you mean by the present? But she’s not your girlfriend," replied Chido.

"I was thinking she would feel better if she got one from me. And you know, it wouldn’t make sense to attend without at least giving her something."

"Just look at your life. Don’t tell me you’re already falling for that girl. Your presence at the party is all that matters. You are still a struggling student. She knows you don’t have money. So don’t let all these American and Korean movies deceive you. You are in Nigeria."

"Hmm. OK then."

"Yes, unless there is something between you guys, you can go ahead to get her a birthday gift. But if there is nothing, I don’t think the birthday present is necessary, my man."

I think Chido was right. I contemplated what he said and canceled the plan of getting her birthday gifts.

"So what time should I come to your place, so we go together, I don’t know her lodge?"

"I think 7:00 p.m. should be fine. Her lodge is closer to mine."

"Alright, no problem, I will be there."

To be continued...
Watch out for what happened at the birthday party.

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Episode 9


Chido stormed my lodge around 6:30 p.m. dressed in rugged jeans and a big black polo, coupled with smart sneakers. He even looked more like a celebrant. I was reading when he barged into my room like a thief.

"Every time you are reading. Please, wear your clothes, and let’s go."

"Just look at the way you are excited because of an ordinary mini-birthday party." I taunted him.

"Let it be. I don’t have joy oo. I just need things that would keep my mind off this school stress. It’s draining me so much," he complained.

"We are in this together. We are not the first to gain admission into the Universities, so we must surely scale through," I said and paused.

"Motivational speaker. Well done." Chido replied.

I just giggled.

"Yeah, you just have to be optimistic, we will be fine at the end of the day."

"I've heard you, sir, go and wear your clothes," he dragged me up from my seat.

I really felt so reluctant about going to Benita's birthday. If not for Chido, I might not attend at all. It was my first time to attend a birthday party in school, and I was skeptical about it.

Sluggishly, I went into the bathroom, had my shower, and came out. In about 7 minutes I was dressed in my jeans trousers and a vintage shirt. I looked for one of my slides and wore the black one. Chido insisted I wear a pair of shoes. I told him no.

Shoes weren't my things. I prefer slides because my shoe size was 45 and it always looked way bigger. I mean, it doesn’t look smart and even hard to come by in markets. If my shoe size was around 40 to 42, I would have many shoes, but I barely have, just three of them in my wardrobe.

*

We finally left for Benita’s Lodge around 7:15 p.m. As I said, her lodge was just a stone's throw from mine. Chido and I walked towards the gate. I was going to bring out my phone to dial Benita's number so she could direct us to her exact room, but we were surprised to see her drenched with water inside the compound.

Pouring water on the celebrants and graduating students was a normal trend in school. But it should have happened during the day, not this night, I had thought, and I knew Chido felt the same way, too.

Benita was surprised to see us and she ran towards me, giving me a widespread hug. I could feel her wet boobs resting perfectly on my chest. I didn’t want to let go, but I just had to; to avoid unforeseen circumstances. Who knows if her boyfriend was in there?

"Wow, Frank. I didn’t know you would come. I wasn’t expecting to see you. You even brought your friend too."

"Yeah, I told you I would come if I’m free."

"Thank you for coming, She turned to Chido who stood at a spot pressing his phone.

"It’s nothing. It’s your day. Enjoy!" Chico said without looking up.

"I'm so happy you came, Frank," she emphasized.

I just smiled as she took us into her room. I kept wondering what was special about my presence.

We got into her room and I was wowed by what I saw. Her room was so spacious that it could accommodate at least five people comfortably. I mean, five people could live together in her room without having to fight for space. I was amazed by the interior design of her room. She had a very huge flat-screen TV and a very portable theater system. There were also a few artworks hung on the wall. Blue, red, and white lights shone on the ceiling. I bet Benita came from a well-to-do family, but it didn’t tell on her. She was always simple and easygoing.

Well, only time will tell if she’s from a rich family or not.

"Frank. So we are not going to rock nyash (ass) this night?" Chido whispered to me.

"What do you mean?"

"See how scanty everywhere is." He said.

"Oh boy, calm down. Your blood is always hot. It’s too early to complain. Chill, her friends will still turn up."

"Well, let me just be observing first."

"Good for you. Better observe because you are the one who pushed me to come. So don’t complain."

"Why are you guys whispering? Hope you are not shy?" Benita asked, smiling.

"Not at all. We are fine," I answered.

"There were four other people there. Three guys and one girl. Chido and I made it a total of 6 guests waiting for the party to kick off.

"Let me get you guys something to cheer with," Benita said and left.

She returned with two bottles of Coke and in her left hand was a packet of noodles. She gave us the soft drink and headed towards the kitchen.

'Happy Birthday' by Simi was blasting from the theatre.

"I think she’s going inside to cook noodles. Do you think I should eat her food?" I turned to Chido, who was already sipping his drink.

"Well, I'll advise you not to eat it. If you do like her, you have to be a big boy and pretend not to be hungry," he suggested.

"Hmm. OK."

Deep down I was so hungry, I only had lunch that day.

In less than 20 minutes, Benita returned with plates of noodles. The aroma filled the room. It was well garnished that I was salivating at the sight of it. How can I not eat this food?

"Don’t worry, I’m fine," I said when she came to my side with a plate of hot noodles.

"Frank, why will you not eat my food?" She asked with a worrisome look.

"I’m very filled. I’ve have eaten," lied.

"OK, I actually prepared it for you and my friends to eat and wait for the main event," she said going back to the kitchen.

I followed Chido's instructions while he and three other of Benita's friends ate the noodles. I was just there, staring like a zombie. At some point, my stomach made a brrrr, brrrr sound. Damn!

What am I doing to myself in the name of being a big boy? It didn’t even take long before Chido emptied the plates of noodles. I was just sipping my drink at intervals hoping it wouldn't finish.

Gradually, Benita's friends were coming in. The caliber of friends she had was that of city girls, and all these spoilt brats and some wannabe models, judging from their appearance. Some of the girls weren’t even putting on bra. My eyes saw many things. Things I can’t even say.

At around 10:00 p.m. the room was filled up. I think we were about 20 or thereabouts. Girls were more.

One guy took charge as the MC. He paused the music playing from the sound system, walked to the middle, and asked us to keep calm. I think they called him Charles. He looked cute. He began by asking us to introduce ourselves. We mentioned our names and departments in turn.

"You all are welcome. Today one of us became a year older and we all have gathered here to celebrate with her," he said eloquently.

"Yeahhhhhh," the girls chorused.

"So, can someone help us with an opening prayer?" Charles continued.

One of the girls signified and did what I called a very quick prayer. It wasn’t even up to a minute.

Charles turned to us again and asked for one person to tell us the celebrant's full name.

Another girl in a skimpy dress raised her hand.

"Okay, tell us."

"Our celebrant's full name is Dorcas Benita Eze."

"Correct!" Replied Charles.

We gave her a round of applause.

And just like that, Charles went on with different questions and answers until it was finally time to cut the birthday cake. Benita was asked to call two of her friends to join her in cutting the cake, a male and a female. The two people were to be by her left hand and her right hand.

Surprisingly, I was the first person she called. I was even shy, but I acted like I wasn’t. She called another girl too and they gave a round of applause.

"So tell us how much you'll use to cut the cake for Benita," Charles turned to me.

I wasn’t expecting that. I looked at Chido and he looked at me too.

"Um, two thousand naira," I said. I just didn’t want to fall my hands and that was the least I could spare. The crowd cheered me up. When it was the other girl's turn, she said 5000 Naira, and the crowd went higher in cheering. It felt so embarrassing, but I had to smile sheepishly.

Charles gave every other person the opportunity to support. Only one of the girls gave below five thousand. The rest went higher. Chido didn’t even pledge shishi (A dime). He was the only one who didn’t support Benita's birthday with any cash or pledge. His kind of person amazed me at times.

At the spelling of Benita, the cake was cut. Someone took it, sliced it, and shared it with everyone while music was played in the background.
While we were at it, someone else shared a drink. But this time it was not a soft drink. It was wine!

Two persons per bottle of wine. I was very surprised at the extent she went to get wines for her birthday. Chido and I were supposed to share one drink, but at that time he was closer to one slim ajebo girl he had been eyeing ever since we stepped in there. So, I had to share with a girl by my side.

I actually didn’t want to take part in the wine because of the high percentage of alcohol in it. I think about 17%, but hunger was messing me up. So I had no option but to share in the wine, but to make matters worse, the girl sharing with me only managed to take a little and left the whole content with me. I was just drinking it hungrily like water to quench my hunger while Chido was cheering me up.

S!lly boy.

The next thing Charles introduced to us was the Truth or Dare game. It really got them cheering up and excited. I didn’t really understand what the game was all about when he mentioned it. The anchor asked us to form a circle, which we did, including the celebrants. Charles was in the middle.

He began by telling us the rules of the game, that there was no backing out when you say a thing or been asked to do a thing. They all cheered happily, eagerly waiting for him to commence.

"Are you guys ready?"

"Yes!" They chorused!

"So, here we go. Truth or Dare?" He pointed randomly at one dark girl.

"Truthhhh.!" She screamed.

"When was the last time you kissed?" Charles queried.

"Yesterday," replied the girl.

Everyone went into laughter but the girl was unbothered. I was still sipping the drink and almost emptying the bottle.

"We go again. Truth or dare?" He pointed to another girl.

"Dare!" replied the girl confidently.

Charles thought for a while. And then, he said. "I dare you to take one of the boys inside the bathroom, lock the door, and stay there till you are called out."

We all started laughing. This girl shouldn't come close to me oo. I was silently praying that she wouldn’t choose me.

She looked left and right but ended up dragging Chido inside the bathroom.

"Don’t r@pe him oo. Don’t do this. Don’t do that, they said," laughing.

They should be telling all that to Chido, not the innocent girl because I knew what Chido could do.

After about two minutes. He asked them to come out. Who knows what Chido must have done to that girl, cause I don’t even trust him one bit. He was even smiling when he came out, and likewise the girl.

"Truth or dare?" Charles asked for the third time and then turned to me. "You." He pointed at me.

"Ermm, Dare." I mistakenly said. I had truth in mind, but dare slipped off my tongue. I was a bit drunk already.

"I dare you to rock the celebrant, kiss her, and do some nas+y stuff with her," Charles demanded.

They started laughing.

Benita was smiling and staring at me. It looked like it was a game plan or something. Why was she smiling at what was being asked of me?

"We are waiting," Charlse alarmed.

I looked at Chido. He was laughing at me. I dropped the bottle of wine. I didn’t want to spoil the fun, so I had to play by the rules. The wine in my hand was almost emptied and it was telling in my eyes. I was seeing things. Not just random things, but spiritual things. I felt like I could fly. Alcohol had just defeated the shy Frank.

Well, that was for that moment though. I looked towards Benita. I slowly walked to her while the crowd was cheering us.

I stopped, looked her in the eyes, and kissed her cheeks. She said nothing. I felt adrenaline rush through me. Benita skin was so soft, softer than freshly baked bread from the oven.

I slowly caressed her hair while kissing her ear lobs. The crowd continued, cheering me. Benita moaned. I kissed her neck softly. She wanted more, I could tell. I went for her breast, I dipped my hands into her wear and she wasn’t even wearing a bra. Her n!pples were hard and erect. Her breast was so soft. I squeezed it slowly. At that time, I wasn’t in charge of myself anymore. Alcohol had taken over some part of me.

Benita's friends weren't even helping matters. I don't know if Benita was drunk too. Her friends were just so naughty that they kept cheering. "Go Frank, Go Frank."

This was a day I will never forget in a hurry. It still lingers in my memory.

To be continued..
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Watch out for episode 10

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Ajeh as I dey read am e dey sweet me
I can relate
Abeg give us more

Am sure a lot of people will relate to this

Wehdone Oga Frank
You are a great writer, I must say.
I’m here now, I will try as much as possibly to engage and comment from time to time.
Keep it coming.

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Nice 👍 keep it up bro

Frank I stopped everything I'm doing to concentrate on this novel... baba more update abeg. Imagination wan kill me here

Too much,more wine for me

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You are a great writer, I must say.
I’m here now, I will try as much as possibly to engage and comment from time to time.
Keep it coming.

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What of me?

Episode 10


About two minutes were gone and I was still smooching with Benita.

"Go on, you still have more time," declared Charles, the anchor as they watched us.

We just locked heads together, feeling each other ‘s breath.

"Frank is not doing anything again," said one of the girls.

"Please, do something. Touch her, caress her, press her boobs, grab her @ss, just do something nas+y," Charles gingered as he drank his wine.

So, I continued. Like they said, I brought down my hand and pressed her @ss. Oh, my God, too soft that I felt a sensation all over my body. I told you earlier that Benita was endowed, right?

I went again, this time with my both hands. Benita didn’t complain. I grabbed her @ss and pressed it harder until I felt a huge bulge in my trousers. My stuff was standing, and at that point, I regained myself a bit.

I hastily left Benita alone, feeling a bit embarrassed by the bulge. She must have felt it too, because our bodies were tightly hugging each other.

"No, no, no, It’s not over yet," Charles screamed.

"I'm sorry, I can’t continue this, I told him."

Benita looked at me. I could tell from her eyes she was p!ssed off.

F*ck! I shouldn’t be doing this with her. How did I even get myself to this mess? My heart was beating so fast. A potential child like me shouldn’t be involved in this kind of stuff. I remembered what the man of God or Pastor said during the prayer session in class, and I felt so bad. Maybe, this is a temptation coming my way, I thought.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to change as all eyes were on me like Tupac.

I looked at Chido and he gave me a sign to continue. I just looked away. I don’t blame him though. I knew he would wish he was the one in my position. He would have done worse.

"Remember the rules of the game. You don’t stop until you are told to do so. Charles," said to my face.

I simply nodded my head sideways, indicating that I was done.

"I can’t continue. We have done enough already. I'm sorry."

I regretted why I came in the first place. I should have stayed back in my lodge instead of this mess. Deep down, Benita was losing it, but then she remained calm. I felt like I was ruining her day.
You know that awkward moment when you are guilt-tripped. I don’t know why I felt that way, maybe because I didn’t have any feelings for Benita, we just met recently.

"Go Frank, Go Frank," the girls cheered, hoping it would help but no, I felt like they were pouring salts in injury.

I felt really unhappy for making the birthday girl sad. I wished all these never happened, but if only wishes were horses, beggars would surely ride.

They all stared at me like I was the Vilian. It was just the music from the background that accompanied us. Everywhere remained quiet. I saw some of her friends mumbling words, but I wasn't bothered.

"I’m sorry, Benita." I walked to the seat and sat calmly. I had just ruined her day, I said to myself.

"Okay, guys, let’s not get carried away. Don’t worry about what happened. We have to continue, okay?"

"Yessss!" the girls cheered up.

I looked at my phone. It was 11:30 p.m.

"So guys, let the game continue," Charles announced.

I just sat on the seats, bent down, and kept staring at my phone screen.
They went on with their truth-and-dare game. I dare You to kiss him, I dare you to do a lap dance on his lap for three minutes. I dare you to grab her boobs, I dare you to show Chido the color of your pant, and just like that.

I sat there like a spectator, impatiently waiting for them to end the whole party, so we could rest or probably go home depending on the time since my lodge was closed.

Almost half of them got drunk. Only a few had control of themselves. When they were done with the game, they began to rock each other, dancing to the music. It was the moment Chido had long waited for. He didn’t take time before he grabbed the Ajebo slim girl he had been admiring ever since we came in.

After a moment, he wasn't contented with her. He went on to rock other girls with a big bum bum. The dude was high and having fun. He wished the moment lasted forever. He was even sweating.

When I saw Benita heading towards the bedroom, I quickly rushed and begged her. But she wasn’t giving me the attention I needed. She just walked past me, went inside the bathroom, and slammed the door hard.

Well, I don’t blame her. I blame myself for coming in the first place.

Wrong decision ever!

I went straight to Chido, who was still dancing with numerous girls.

"Guy, let’s go. I can’t stay here anymore. I’ve just ruined Benita’s day. And I’ve tried begging her, but she doesn’t want to talk to me."

"Calm down, just relax. I’ll talk to her later," Chido said, trying to give me a bottle of wine in his hand. I just hissed at him and left.

*

Twelve, one, down till 2:00 a.m. they were still dancing and rocking each other. I was just going through my Facebook, Twitter, and WhatsApp using the opportunity to pass the time. Sleep was far from my eyes too, not until around 2:25 a.m. when the generator went off and that marked the end of the party. I knew they would have continued till daybreak.

At that point, they all retired, feeling exhausted. Benita turned on her big rechargeable lamp and placed it at the table in the middle, and that got the room illuminated.
I couldn’t talk to anyone else except Chido, and neither did any of them care to.

It was already too late to go back to my lodge. Only a few people joined Benita in her bed. Girls, mostly. The rest of us sorted ourselves at the corner of the room. I slept on the plastic chair. Chido slept on the tiled floor.

Around 4:30 a.m. I tapped him. He was still snoring and sweating. I tapped him the second time, but he didn’t wake up. I had to drag him harder before his eyes opened.

He yawned heavily, stretching his arms tiredly.

"Let’s go. We can’t wait till everyone is up, I told him."

"Guy, chill. It's still too early to go," he said and looked through the window.

"Just forget about the darkness. It’s 4:30 a.m. and I need to have a good sleep before lectures, I said to his discomfort."

He looked so tired. He had exhausted himself last night, dancing. But I didn’t care. I just needed to go at that point.

"Must you attend today’s lecture? Can’t you just forsake it and attend the others?" He queried.

I just hissed and started looking for my slide. I can't count how many times I hissed that morning. I was so sad.

Benita soon came out. She walked straight to the entrance door and unlocked it. No doubt, she overheard us. She didn’t say anything to me. Rather, she walked to Chido. "Thank you for coming," she said to him. And that really made me feel bad, but there was nothing I could do. I hastily dashed out in anger while Chido sluggishly wore his sneakers.

I felt terrible. I regretted coming like I shouldn’t have come at allllll!
I had walked about 5 minutes when I stopped to pee while waiting for Chido to meet up with me. I had been holding the pee all through the time we spent there.

Just when I finished doing my business, I felt a touch behind me. The hand was too cold. I jumped in fear.

"Shhhiiii," he placed his hand on my mouth, signifying me to keep calm. His face was not clear in the darkness. I saw two other guys behind him.

"Get the other guy," he commanded them. And I knew it was Chido they were referring to.

God! My whole body was shivering. I almost peed on my trousers but nothing was left there.

"Where are you coming from?" Before I could say, Jack, a thunderous slap landed on my left cheek. I felt muzz for some seconds.

"Let me have your phone," he forcefully grabbed it off my hand. He went further to search my pockets but found nothing other than my phone charger and my white handkerchief.

"Please don’t take my phone," I begged him with teary eyes.

"Shut up!" He gave me a heavy knock on the head. And I kept calm immediately.

He then brought out something that looked like a sharp knife. He threatened to st@b me if I ever said a word again.

I saw the two other guys dragging Chido towards us. I bet they must have beaten him, judging from the look of things. Maybe he was proving stubborn like I’ve known him.

"How far? What did you collect from him?"

"He has nothing. He’s a poor church rat. We have beaten him." Said one of them.

I was surprised to hear that. I knew Chido and I came out with our phones, so how come they didn’t see his?

"You mean with all this his dressing he has no phone or money?" The first guy slapped Chido.

"Nothing. We have searched him thoroughly, just keys."

"Then collect his sneakers. He must drop something." He ordered the two other guys who started removing Chido's. Sneakers. They overpowered him and forcefully made away with his fine sneakers and my phone, leaving us heartbroken.

My heart kept beating faster like I had run a marathon. I wished it was all a dream. I badly wished. How do I cope in this school without my phone? I couldn’t believe I went from frying pan to fire. My phone was gone. I had ruined Benita's birthday as well. I almost died at that spot. I couldn’t say a word or even ask Chido where he kept his phone.

A lot was going on in my head and I was losing it. One of my worst days on campus.

But where did Chido hide his phone?

To be continued..
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Episode 11

I didn’t say a word to Chido after those hooligans left. Then I watched him walk a bit backward like he was searching for something. He suddenly bent down, and surprisingly, he picked up his phone from the ground.

I was so p!ssed at that moment. He knew they were coming or he saw them before me, so he had to throw his phone away.

I stalked off while he followed me hastily trying to console me over my loss. I just didn’t say anything to him. I felt terrible.

Fortunately, our lodge gate was opened. There was one church girl in our lodge who always went out for an early morning cry (Preaching). She was the one we met at the gate.

Chido and d I went inside my room. After locking the door, I slumped angrily on the bed. There were voices saying this and that, conflicting in my head. I kept regretting why I went to Benita's birthday party.

"I told you, let’s wait till daybreak. Now, see the result," Chido said breaking the silence that stood between us.

If only he understood my plight, he would just shut up and spare me the blame game.

"Mehnnn, these people left with my 25k sneakers," he continued to mumble words and gnash his teeth.

"Please, can you just stop? How about my phone? You’re talking about ordinary sneakers. Look how insensitive you sound."

"I feel your pain bro, but it’s all your fault. If we had stayed back, all this thing wouldn’t have happened. Yes, whatever happened at the party has happened and can’t be altered. All you needed was to chill till daybreak and then we leave her apartment. But no, what did we get in return?"

"So, it’s now my fault?"

"Of course, do you think I caused it?" Chido queried.

Silence.

I don’t blame him though, so I just kept mute and watched him say all the rubb!sh he had to spill. Deep down, I was saying it would be the last time to ever have him in my lodge.

I lay on my back on the bed, trying to catch my sleep but it seemed impossible. Chido was busy scrolling through his phone as he sat on my reading plastic chair. The room was calm for so long. He eventually left around 6:00 a.m. wearing one of my slides, promising to return it later in the day. I didn’t say a word to him. He left and banged the door.

*


As I opened my eyes that chilly morning, I flicked my lids at intervals. I winced in pain. I sat up and placed my left palm on my chin, feeling the swollen area, I was in pain. It was a terrible night for me. My body ached and I felt like I had developed a fever overnight.

I reminisced on what I had gone through the previous night and I realized I had taken a decision, a drastic one at that, one which had cost me my phone and peace of Mind. I learned my lessons in a very hard way.

So, it was actually a Monday morning, and the atmosphere of the new week was bubbling. Everyone in the lodge was getting ready for school. Monday usually comes with loads of activities and most importantly, it was our Mth101 test day.

F*ck! My mood was a mess, but I had no option. It was a four-unit course and my target was an A, not even a B or C. I had invested so much in it. I took my bath and picked my jotter for revision. The test was scheduled for 11 a.m. so I still had enough time to revise one or two things.

As I sat on my reading table revising, my mind kept drifting away at intervals. The images of the attack of that early morning kept coming to my head and I wished it all never happened. My phone was gone. No means to get the latest news and information from my departmental group chat.
Who knows, maybe the tests have been postponed or shifted. That was just the wish of an unsettled mind.

Moments later, I got dressed up in my shirt and Jean. I really needed to be more conscious of my dress because I already had a crush in school. I opened the wardrobe, picked up my perfume, and sprayed it lightly, and off I went.

I got to school around 9:15 a.m. I still had less than two hours before the test would commence. I was in the back seat of Sosc, extension, looking around maybe I would set my eyes on Cynthia since I didn’t have a phone to reach her.

She told me earlier she wanted us to sit together during the test, so I knew she would be looking for me somewhere around the lecture. I kept scanning all the female faces like RoboCop searching for a terror!st as students tripped in and out of the hall.

Maybe she’s yet to arrive, I said to myself. I sat there soliloquizing. Like, could this be love? Why can’t I even get this girl off my mind? If we don’t get to sit together for this test, what is the probability she would still be happy to see me again?

Time was ticking and we were to write the test in the hall opposite Microfinance Bank. Some students were already going in groups to form their formation. It was a normal trend. Students like sitting in a way that will favor them unless the invigilators decide to rearrange everyone before the test.

I looked at my leather watch, it was 10:04 a.m. I think I should start heading there to avoid rush hour. I was about to stand up to go as I felt Cynthia must have gone straight to the hall, and then I felt this angelic touch on my shoulder from behind. I turned to look who it was. Lo and behold, Cynthia was right behind me, I felt speechless.

"I was just about going for the test when I saw you sitting here. Hope all is well, you don’t look bright," she queried.

I didn’t even know what to say. "No, no, nothing," I stammered. "I was just relaxing. How are you? How have you been? Hope you have fully recovered now," I queried.

"Oh yeah, I’m getting better by the day," she said.

Cynthia always didn't say much, but her little words lasted long in my memory.

"I was expecting your call, not even a beep call since we last talked about my health. I tried your number this morning, but it was switched off," she complained.

Damn. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again. Word failed me. I couldn’t even tell her my predicament. Like, how do I tell her I went to a birthday party and lost my phone?

I just lied to her that my phone was faulty and I didn’t have the money yet to repair it but will get it fixed as soon as possible.

So she expected me to call again. She even tried to call me. Does it mean she’s feeling what I’m feeling? I thought.

Well, I’ve already confessed my feelings for her, so it’s left for her to decide. She told me she wasn't interested. Or could it be she’s with me for what she would gain?

"Oh, Okay. Sorry about that," she said.

"It’s okay, so can we start going now, before the hall gets crowded?" I asked, standing up.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, nodding her head. She was about to make a step. I held her hands and drew her back.

"What?" She looked into my eyes.

"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

"Can you just stop teasing me? We have a test in an hour." She smirked.

My heart skipped a beat. I was poor at maintaining eye contact when she looked at me. I couldn’t find the strength to maintain the eye contact. I averted my eyes.

Then Cynthia dragged me playfully and I staggered a bit. We both held hands as we walked towards the hall opposite Microfinance Bank. Many of our coursemates were heading there as well.

"How about your friend?" I broke the short silence.

"Jessy is already at the hall. She has her clique she intends to sit with," She answered.

"OK."

*

We went to the hall and it was almost filled. Cynthia suggested we sit at the extreme corner of the hall. I obliged and followed her. She told me her heart was beating fast because of the Maths test. I knew she had a phobia for mathematics. So I told her to calm down, that it would end well for the both of us. All she needed to do was copy healthily.

She wiped the seats with her handkerchief, and we sat comfortably, patiently waiting for the lecturers to arrive. The hall was a bit noisy as students sorted and dragged where to sit.

Long story short, the Mth101 test went well for Cynthia and I. We were lucky to have sat together, unlike some students who were changed from their usual spots. I delivered Cynthia like a Hebrew woman, and she was excited at the end of the test. It was a 15-question test and we attempted all of them.

Outside the hall, she thanked me and even went ahead to buy me snacks and Pepsi. As if she knew I hadn’t tasted anything since morning.
We were gisting all along, and I later flunked my hands around her neck. She didn’t complain. That day we weren’t having any class again. We were supposed to have Chm101 but it was cancelled. So, we strolled towards SEET roundabouts.

"So when are you going to fix your phone?" She asked, reminding me of my pains again.

"Um, as soon as I get home," I lied, covering up the previous one I had told.

Why not tell her the truth? I thought.

No, don't tell her, came the second voice.

"Okay, then. Hope it won't cost you much?" She waved down a bike.

It was at this point I knew I f*cked up.

I just nodded my head affirmatively like a lizard. "No, it won't."

"Make sure you call me when you get home. Meanwhile, thank you once again for today, she said," climbing the bike.

"Alright."

We bid each other goodbye.

I watched as she zoomed off.

Call her when I get home. How do I do the magic? Then I continued my journey home, thinking about my life.

Please, what do you think I should do? I'm confused.

If you were in my shoes, how would you go about it?

To be continued...

©️ Frank The Writer

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Meanwhile, I don't know if this platform is mainly Naija-based. This story would make more sense if I write it in pidgin English.

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Episode 11

I didn’t say a word to Chido after those hooligans left. Then I watched him walk a bit backward like he was searching for something. He suddenly bent down, and surprisingly, he picked up his phone from the ground.

I was so p!ssed at that moment. He knew they were coming or he saw them before me, so he had to throw his phone away.

I stalked off while he followed me hastily trying to console me over my loss. I just didn’t say anything to him. I felt terrible.

Fortunately, our lodge gate was opened. There was one church girl in our lodge who always went out for an early morning cry (Preaching). She was the one we met at the gate.

Chido and d I went inside my room. After locking the door, I slumped angrily on the bed. There were voices saying this and that, conflicting in my head. I kept regretting why I went to Benita's birthday party.

"I told you, let’s wait till daybreak. Now, see the result," Chido said breaking the silence that stood between us.

If only he understood my plight, he would just shut up and spare me the blame game.

"Mehnnn, these people left with my 25k sneakers," he continued to mumble words and gnash his teeth.

"Please, can you just stop? How about my phone? You’re talking about ordinary sneakers. Look how insensitive you sound."

"I feel your pain bro, but it’s all your fault. If we had stayed back, all this thing wouldn’t have happened. Yes, whatever happened at the party has happened and can’t be altered. All you needed was to chill till daybreak and then we leave her apartment. But no, what did we get in return?"

"So, it’s now my fault?"

"Of course, do you think I caused it?" Chido queried.

Silence.

I don’t blame him though, so I just kept mute and watched him say all the rubb!sh he had to spill. Deep down, I was saying it would be the last time to ever have him in my lodge.

I lay on my back on the bed, trying to catch my sleep but it seemed impossible. Chido was busy scrolling through his phone as he sat on my reading plastic chair. The room was calm for so long. He eventually left around 6:00 a.m. wearing one of my slides, promising to return it later in the day. I didn’t say a word to him. He left and banged the door.

*


As I opened my eyes that chilly morning, I flicked my lids at intervals. I winced in pain. I sat up and placed my left palm on my chin, feeling the swollen area, I was in pain. It was a terrible night for me. My body ached and I felt like I had developed a fever overnight.

I reminisced on what I had gone through the previous night and I realized I had taken a decision, a drastic one at that, one which had cost me my phone and peace of Mind. I learned my lessons in a very hard way.

So, it was actually a Monday morning, and the atmosphere of the new week was bubbling. Everyone in the lodge was getting ready for school. Monday usually comes with loads of activities and most importantly, it was our Mth101 test day.

F*ck! My mood was a mess, but I had no option. It was a four-unit course and my target was an A, not even a B or C. I had invested so much in it. I took my bath and picked my jotter for revision. The test was scheduled for 11 a.m. so I still had enough time to revise one or two things.

As I sat on my reading table revising, my mind kept drifting away at intervals. The images of the attack of that early morning kept coming to my head and I wished it all never happened. My phone was gone. No means to get the latest news and information from my departmental group chat.
Who knows, maybe the tests have been postponed or shifted. That was just the wish of an unsettled mind.

Moments later, I got dressed up in my shirt and Jean. I really needed to be more conscious of my dress because I already had a crush in school. I opened the wardrobe, picked up my perfume, and sprayed it lightly, and off I went.

I got to school around 9:15 a.m. I still had less than two hours before the test would commence. I was in the back seat of Sosc, extension, looking around maybe I would set my eyes on Cynthia since I didn’t have a phone to reach her.

She told me earlier she wanted us to sit together during the test, so I knew she would be looking for me somewhere around the lecture. I kept scanning all the female faces like RoboCop searching for a terror!st as students tripped in and out of the hall.

Maybe she’s yet to arrive, I said to myself. I sat there soliloquizing. Like, could this be love? Why can’t I even get this girl off my mind? If we don’t get to sit together for this test, what is the probability she would still be happy to see me again?

Time was ticking and we were to write the test in the hall opposite Microfinance Bank. Some students were already going in groups to form their formation. It was a normal trend. Students like sitting in a way that will favor them unless the invigilators decide to rearrange everyone before the test.

I looked at my leather watch, it was 10:04 a.m. I think I should start heading there to avoid rush hour. I was about to stand up to go as I felt Cynthia must have gone straight to the hall, and then I felt this angelic touch on my shoulder from behind. I turned to look who it was. Lo and behold, Cynthia was right behind me, I felt speechless.

"I was just about going for the test when I saw you sitting here. Hope all is well, you don’t look bright," she queried.

I didn’t even know what to say. "No, no, nothing," I stammered. "I was just relaxing. How are you? How have you been? Hope you have fully recovered now," I queried.

"Oh yeah, I’m getting better by the day," she said.

Cynthia always didn't say much, but her little words lasted long in my memory.

"I was expecting your call, not even a beep call since we last talked about my health. I tried your number this morning, but it was switched off," she complained.

Damn. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again. Word failed me. I couldn’t even tell her my predicament. Like, how do I tell her I went to a birthday party and lost my phone?

I just lied to her that my phone was faulty and I didn’t have the money yet to repair it but will get it fixed as soon as possible.

So she expected me to call again. She even tried to call me. Does it mean she’s feeling what I’m feeling? I thought.

Well, I’ve already confessed my feelings for her, so it’s left for her to decide. She told me she wasn't interested. Or could it be she’s with me for what she would gain?

"Oh, Okay. Sorry about that," she said.

"It’s okay, so can we start going now, before the hall gets crowded?" I asked, standing up.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, nodding her head. She was about to make a step. I held her hands and drew her back.

"What?" She looked into my eyes.

"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

"Can you just stop teasing me? We have a test in an hour." She smirked.

My heart skipped a beat. I was poor at maintaining eye contact when she looked at me. I couldn’t find the strength to maintain the eye contact. I averted my eyes.

Then Cynthia dragged me playfully and I staggered a bit. We both held hands as we walked towards the hall opposite Microfinance Bank. Many of our coursemates were heading there as well.

"How about your friend?" I broke the short silence.

"Jessy is already at the hall. She has her clique she intends to sit with," She answered.

"OK."

*

We went to the hall and it was almost filled. Cynthia suggested we sit at the extreme corner of the hall. I obliged and followed her. She told me her heart was beating fast because of the Maths test. I knew she had a phobia for mathematics. So I told her to calm down, that it would end well for the both of us. All she needed to do was copy healthily.

She wiped the seats with her handkerchief, and we sat comfortably, patiently waiting for the lecturers to arrive. The hall was a bit noisy as students sorted and dragged where to sit.

Long story short, the Mth101 test went well for Cynthia and I. We were lucky to have sat together, unlike some students who were changed from their usual spots. I delivered Cynthia like a Hebrew woman, and she was excited at the end of the test. It was a 15-question test and we attempted all of them.

Outside the hall, she thanked me and even went ahead to buy me snacks and Pepsi. As if she knew I hadn’t tasted anything since morning.
We were gisting all along, and I later flunked my hands around her neck. She didn’t complain. That day we weren’t having any class again. We were supposed to have Chm101 but it was cancelled. So, we strolled towards SEET roundabouts.

"So when are you going to fix your phone?" She asked, reminding me of my pains again.

"Um, as soon as I get home," I lied, covering up the previous one I had told.

Why not tell her the truth? I thought.

No, don't tell her, came the second voice.

"Okay, then. Hope it won't cost you much?" She waved down a bike.

It was at this point I knew I f*cked up.

I just nodded my head affirmatively like a lizard. "No, it won't."

"Make sure you call me when you get home. Meanwhile, thank you once again for today, she said," climbing the bike.

"Alright."

We bid each other goodbye.

I watched as she zoomed off.

Call her when I get home. How do I do the magic? Then I continued my journey home, thinking about my life.

Please, what do you think I should do? I'm confused.

If you were in my shoes, how would you go about it?

To be continued...

©️ Frank The Writer

_______

Do I have Futoites in the house?



Meanwhile, I don't know if this platform is mainly Naija-based. This story would make more sense if I write it in pidgin English.

Please use the one dat suit the story line.
Thanks. You are doing a great job

Interesting but please don't update with pidgin

Dude was supposed to have open up to Cynthia, who knows what she might have done. But nothing spoil sha 😂
Thanks for this beautiful update OP
Abeg leave am like this.

Pidgin for make sense but so many people will find it difficult to comprehend

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Wehdone Oga Frank
You are a great writer, I must say.
I’m here now, I will try as much as possibly to engage and comment from time to time.
Keep it coming.

Ann2012 come n see this oh

I’m here ooooo