kayo80:
The Diary of a Shy College Kid: Year Two

By

Kayode Odusanya


Chapter 1: Year 2 Begins

My second year at university of Lagos was the most interesting times I had on campus. Year two was nothing like year one. The holiday between was long, and people had enough time to upgrade. Girls that used to dress modestly changed their whole wardrobe; from clothes that covered their whole body, to body revealing dresses. At least seventy percent of us now had mobile phones, and a lot of guys had gotten cars; some pimped up their dad’s old cars, and other bought cars of their own. My friend, Sope had gotten a blue old school Nissan. It wasn’t so fancy, but we fixed a solid sound system in the car.

As usual, Sope and I got a room together; it was at a hall called Jaja, not too far from the female hall, Moremi. Not that that meant anything anyway, as I had already made up my mind to focus on only one thing this session- my books. I had to replace the constant urge I had for the companionship of a woman, so I found the bottle. We had a routine; go to class in the morning, come back to the hall to eat and shower, then go to class to read for a few hours, before heading out to the bar in Sope’s blue car. Beer was cheap…one hundred Naira for Larger beer, and one hundred and seventy Naira for my brand, big Guinness Stout. It was a constant cycle we kept going the whole session. I always had something to look out for at the end of the day, so it kept me focused. And it worked. I had my very best result in those two semesters of my second year in Unilag.

My department was fuller, as a lot of Diploma students had joined us- at least fifteen of them. Also, a few people transferred from Engineering faculty. It just so happened that one of the girls that joined us from Diploma was the light skinned girl I had seen at Debbie’s room the first time I went to see her. The girl had a yummy yellow complexion, dreamy eyes, and had the right curves in all the right places. I hadn’t recognized her at first on the first day of first semester year two when she walked up to ask about the time table. But when I saw her talking to Debbie later on, it clicked. She had a very warm demeanor, and it had an effect on me. I would have asked her out if I didn’t have bad grades and had vowed to stay away from females for as long as I could. She had a circle of friends; they were five in total- Sope and I used to call them Labella Mafia because of how close-knit they were. I bounded with one of them over our mutual love for music, and as an extension, became friends with a few of the other members of the labella mafia.

The guys from Diploma were fly; they dressed fly, and had cool cars. Most of them kept to themselves and never really mingled; they loosened up after a while. The guys that transferred from Engineering were cool, layback guys that had seen years of Unilag’s fast life. They had transferred to my department because of bad grades. Most would have probably been in their fifth year, but had to begin at year two with us. I ended up making friends with a lot of them after finding out one of them was a friend of my elder brother. I would eventually be in a clique with the engineering boys and some other of my course mates. The clique was called D12- dirty dozen. We were twelve guys that had become blind to the flashy lifestyle on campus. We would hangout after classes to talk about movies, music, and the world in general.

The combination of the various individual characters and cliques in my department made year two one of the most memorable years for me in the University of Lagos.

kayo80:
The Diary of a Shy College Kid: Year Two

By

Kayode Odusanya


Chapter 1: Year 2 Begins

My second year at university of Lagos was the most interesting times I had on campus. Year two was nothing like year one. The holiday between was long, and people had enough time to upgrade. Girls that used to dress modestly changed their whole wardrobe; from clothes that covered their whole body, to body revealing dresses. At least seventy percent of us now had mobile phones, and a lot of guys had gotten cars; some pimped up their dad’s old cars, and other bought cars of their own. My friend, Sope had gotten a blue old school Nissan. It wasn’t so fancy, but we fixed a solid sound system in the car.

As usual, Sope and I got a room together; it was at a hall called Jaja, not too far from the female hall, Moremi. Not that that meant anything anyway, as I had already made up my mind to focus on only one thing this session- my books. I had to replace the constant urge I had for the companionship of a woman, so I found the bottle. We had a routine; go to class in the morning, come back to the hall to eat and shower, then go to class to read for a few hours, before heading out to the bar in Sope’s blue car. Beer was cheap…one hundred Naira for Larger beer, and one hundred and seventy Naira for my brand, big Guinness Stout. It was a constant cycle we kept going the whole session. I always had something to look out for at the end of the day, so it kept me focused. And it worked. I had my very best result in those two semesters of my second year in Unilag.

My department was fuller, as a lot of Diploma students had joined us- at least fifteen of them. Also, a few people transferred from Engineering faculty. It just so happened that one of the girls that joined us from Diploma was the light skinned girl I had seen at Debbie’s room the first time I went to see her. The girl had a yummy yellow complexion, dreamy eyes, and had the right curves in all the right places. I hadn’t recognized her at first on the first day of first semester year two when she walked up to ask about the time table. But when I saw her talking to Debbie later on, it clicked. She had a very warm demeanor, and it had an effect on me. I would have asked her out if I didn’t have bad grades and had vowed to stay away from females for as long as I could. She had a circle of friends; they were five in total- Sope and I used to call them Labella Mafia because of how close-knit they were. I bounded with one of them over our mutual love for music, and as an extension, became friends with a few of the other members of the labella mafia.

The guys from Diploma were fly; they dressed fly, and had cool cars. Most of them kept to themselves and never really mingled; they loosened up after a while. The guys that transferred from Engineering were cool, layback guys that had seen years of Unilag’s fast life. They had transferred to my department because of bad grades. Most would have probably been in their fifth year, but had to begin at year two with us. I ended up making friends with a lot of them after finding out one of them was a friend of my elder brother. I would eventually be in a clique with the engineering boys and some other of my course mates. The clique was called D12- dirty dozen. We were twelve guys that had become blind to the flashy lifestyle on campus. We would hangout after classes to talk about movies, music, and the world in general.

The combination of the various individual characters and cliques in my department made year two one of the most memorable years for me in the University of Lagos.

Taniaa:
Update

Electricboy:
op, please can you post 3 or 4 episodes today ?

Electricboy:
kayo80 , 1 update per week ? please make time out of your spare time to cover up for the lost time....plsss

olab059:


Bro, relax and let him go at his pace. If you like what he writes, let him go at the pace he is comfortable with, before he will start rushing, and quality drops...you can't rush great creative work. I am sure there are many other great stories on here, you can read them in the mean time.

superjaks:
That's why I don't dull around friends like Dora, cause they could just switch off anytime

carloz685:
Am back... These are one hell of an update... They are always awesome... I still have that problem of facing a large crowd ���

Markzy1991:
ma mehn dope chapters. wen are gon post the nexts

sampz:
wish mine will go as smooth as yours.

rayzar:
Nice One Bro
Am The New Fan

kayo80:


Cool. Glad to have you onboard. You can read some of my other stories before I drop the next chapter...It took me 10 years to write the 35 stories I have on Nairaland, so show me some love by reading and commenting on them. This goes to every other new fan reading this. Thanks in advance.

This is the link to all my stories on Nairaland...https://www.nairaland.com/4057216/links-all-kayode-odusanya-stories