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To understand the next episode, you might need to consult episode one. Thanks as usual.

'Whatever you eat up through your mouth, surely shall it pass out through your bum hole.' Anonymous.

How Ola knew she loved poems was beyond her. She loves anything in verse form and for years, she had been a collector of all forms of poetry. Foreign, local, ballads, old, modern, just name it. If it is poetry, then consult Fateemah Oluwafunmilola Olaoye. She had been trying for years to write poems herself but she had not been able to come up with something concrete.

So, when she saw the poem Ola had sent to her, she headed straight to his office.
''Good morning, Ola.'' she greeted after the secretary had showed her in. Ola was anxious. He thought the poem did not go down well with her. But as he saw her grinning, he knew he had struck a cord in her heart. He relaxed.
''Good morning Funmi. How was your weekend? To what do I owe this early morning visit?'' he feigned innocence.
''Did you write this?'' she asked waving the typed matter in front of him. Ola collected it and looked it through as Funmi studied the expression of happiness on his face. He looked up and said, ''Don't you like it? If you don't like it, just tear it up. I just felt I should let you know how I feel about you. You have successfully captivated me and....in short I think I am in love with you, Funmi.'' he said his face contorted into a frown as he expectantly stood up from his chair and sat on his table a few metres away from where she sat.
She looked at him. Her face filled with unshed tears. She could feel his true feelings in those words. She loved him.
''I don't like the poem. Ibrahim, I love it and its writer. I had come to know that there is something I just feel anytime I am around you. There is this aura of peace and tranquility you carry. Ola mi, I love you too.'' She got up and gave him the tightest of hugs she could offer, and in a few while, they were locked up in the hottest of kisses. Ola recovered faster than her and said, ''This is the greatest news of my life. Would you believe that you are my first love and the first girl I would ask out successfully?'' She doubted it and he went on to tell her about his life around girls, she was perplexed. Such a handsome guy like him and still untainted! She had just discovered a gold mine and nothing would let her leave him forever!

That was the begining of their romance. It started as a rumour but the whole office later knew it wasn't. It was for real. They were seen together anywhere outside the office. Yet, they never joked with their work. Their parents were soon in the know of things and Ola's mother was particularly glad and happy for her son because she was beginning to get a little worried about his single and searching status.

But there was one person who threatened the well being of their love life. It was their M. D. Funmi's direct boss.

Mr. Bisi Adebesin was a thirty nine year old divorcee. He was a father of two renowned for his philandering activities. He was an average heighted man, fair complexioned, a little bit on the plump side and boasted of a large potbelly. He drinks anything in a bottle and chases anything in skirts. He had had his way with lots of female folks within and outside the organisation. He had been after Funmi since she was transferred to his office as his secretary but had been highly unsuccessful. So, when he discovered that there was an amorous affair bloosoming between Ola and Funmi, he decided to hijack the it and use it to his own advantage.

For long, her boss had been pestering her for an affair but Funmi had blatantly refused. She had not the guts to tell her lover but she thought it was something she could handle on her own till he started threatening to fire the two of them. When this happened, she had to tell Ola.

Ola could not decipher why Mr. Adebesin would not let the love of his life have her peace. He approached hi one sunny afternoon in his office.
''Good afternoon sir,'' he greeted.
''Ah! Ola, my very good boy. How are you? Hope no problem? We don't have a meeting today, do we?'' he queried rather surprised.
Ola went on to state the object of his visit and pleaded with him to leave the lady alone for him. He agreed to leave her alone only if Ola would let him have her for just a weekend to which Ola openly disagreed. Since, a compromise can't be reached, he threatened to take both the woman and Ola's source of livelihood. Ola called his bluffs, stormed out of the office and slammed the door in Mr. Adebesin's face.
''The battle line is drawn.'' He heard him growl as he angrily walked to his office.

Back in his office, Ola thought and thought of a way out, he came up with none until he left for home for the weekend...

Sexitee03: Well done sweets. Send me a mail.

Done boss.

'Verily, along with every hardship is relief...' Qur'an.

Ola looked up from his table to behold a dark skinned, average heighted and slender beauty in front of him. She was spotting a white shirt under the trouser suit she wore. On her head was a white cap. He could not see her feet but they were encased in black stilettos. She was graceful.

His secretary had a few minutes earlier called him that somebody from the M. D's office was there to see him. As she entered the office, she had caught his attention and he could not help staring at her.

''Please sit down. Miss...'' he said after almost a minute of looking at her. He felt a little embarrassed.
''Funmilola Olaore.'' she said as she helped herself to one of the comfy chairs in front of him.
''I was told you came from the M. D's office. Hope I don't have a query from him?'' he said light naturedly.
''No sir. You have no query. I am his new secretary. He asked me to come and see you in respect of the Abeokuta deal. He had been busy and will not be coming to the office today.'' she stated.
''Okay. I am now at rest. He should have called me and I would have gone to his house with the files and we would finalise it there. But it's okay. I will brief you on the level of progress and we can take it up from there. You are welcome to Pellary Communications.'' he said with a chuckle.
''Thank you sir but I am not new here sir. I served at the head office and I just requested to be transferred here after I had been retained.'' she said with a smile.
''Wow! Thank God we have a beautiful face amongst us at last!'' he exclaimed jokingly.
They set about the business of the day and in no time she left his office for hers.

All through the day, Ola could not stop fantasising about Funmi. He thought of how perfect she looked with the right curves at the right places. Moreover, she seems cool and intelligent enough for him.

As the weeks grew, his visit to the M. D's office, on the second floor of their office complex, became his second work place. As the the official and unofficial visits increased, the familiarity between them grew. In no time, they had become friends. Ola will drop her at home before going to his own.

Funmi was a twenty two year old lady who graduated in Secretarial Administration from Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife. She was the third of four children of Dr. and Mrs. Olaoye. They hailed from Abeokuta. She lived with her parents and younger brother on Freeman Street on the Lagos Island. The main reason she requested for transfer from the head office located on the ever busy Allen Avenue area of Ikeja. Theirs was a Muslim family and her Muslim name was Fateemah.

Ola grew in confidence as their friendship grew. He had learnt the basic things he needed to know about her. He felt he needed to take her away from their Freeman abode into his own house. Everyday, he was more convinced he needed her to become his wife.

Funmi had seen the rough side of life when it comes to relationships. In her twenty two years on earth, She had been with three different guys who had broken her heart after she had been utterly committed body and soul to the well being of the relationship. The last one with Idrees had been the worst as he had double dated all along only to tell her that he was sorry after a one and half year stint with her. She had decided to go on a long break from relationships but she found herself falling slowly in love with Ola with the passing of each day. There was just something unique, raw and untainted about the guy that she had found difficult to unearth. 'If he comes with his proposal, I won't hold back. But God, let thy will be done. I can't control my heart.' she had thought aloud one day when she was alone at home.

Ola was restless. He needed to say something to Funmi. The longer he waited, the shorter his chances. He had not done such in a long while and as such he had become rusty in the act. Then as he took his stroll one wet evening, an idea occured to him. From where it came, he knew not. When he got home, he brought out his writing pad and penned her a poem about how he felt:

There are fishes and fishes
The shark feareth none
For he ruleth the waters...

There are cats and cats
The Lion feareth none
For he ruleth all cats...

There are faces
Many I have seen
Count I have lost of them
Yet yours stand out:
Bright as the daylight
Shining like the Spartan's armour
Peace it speaks
Happiness it brings to my heart.

How lucky would I
Have been if such a face
As yours were to be mine
To see at night
To see at dawn...

To forever have in my arms...

Ola typed and printed it. He enveloped it and dropped it on her table the following Monday morning with a rose flower and a note identifying the sender.

Funmi got to her office to find an envelope and a rose flower on her table. She opened the envelope to find a poem dedicated to her. How she loves poetry! After reading, she knew who it was. She stood up and.....

Sexitee03: Nawa for this Ola oo, are you telling me he didn't have sex for 4yrs at the university? Eooooo. Well done sweets

His book was his life jare. No mind am. He go hear am...

'The height of success is not wealth but a sense of personal fulfilment.' Anonymous.

Ola grew in leaps and bounds. He grew academically, professionally, financially and even spiritually. By his twenty eighth birthday, he had a Masters degree certificate in Communication and Language Arts from the University of Ibadan, he was a member of eight professional bodies, he had been awarded the best staff of the year in his organisation and he had become a prized asset wanted by every communication outfit in the country. His current employers never joked with his welfare, hence making him one of the highest paid workers in the communication sector.

He did not eat with all his fingers too. His family were the most affected by his rise on the success ladder. His parents, particularly, and siblings were moved to a more befitting accommodation and his siblings education became his duty. His extended family members also were not left out as they also received from him what they needed as at when due.

He had moved from Oyingbo to a three bedroom flat on the Island just as his friend had also moved to his own flat in the Ikeja axis.

His future was also of concern to him. He had invested heavily in all kinds of shares, stocks and bonds. He also had two pieces of land in his hometown, Sagamu.

As fulfilled as it may seem he was, Ola's life had an empty vacuum that needed to be filled. He felt empty and worthless anytime he left work and had to drive home to meet it just the way he had left it in the morning. He needed a wife.

Deep in the recesses of his heart, he still nursed the hope of finding his teenage sweetheart, Adetutu. He set machineries in motion to find her. He went to their family house at Ayegbami where he was directed to her parents new abode in the G. R. A quarters in Sabo, Sagamu. He went there and met with her mother who told him the heart shattering news that Tutu had gotten married just a year before. Co incidentally, she lived on the Lagos Island. He thanked her profusely and set about confirming the news himself.

At work the following day, he called her. ''Hello, who is this o?''
her voice on the phone brought back nostalgic memories.
''Hello. This is Adeona Olaoluwa. Am I talking to Adetutu Jejeloye?''
''Ah! Ola! So it's you. It's been a long time o. You are speaking with Mrs. Tutu Adeola o. How have you been? Where are you?'' Tutu bombarded him with questions. But as the reality dawned on him that he had lost her for good, sorrowful tears welled up in his eyes.
''What if I say we should meet at your place this weekend? Am I welcome?'' Ola asked hoping that it would be a lie.
''No problem. I will like to see your face again after how many years. It's almost thirteen years o. We have a lot to talk about.'' she said. He already had the address but she still gave him. And with a promise that they would see, he ended the call.
His eyes were red from unshed tears as he reminisced the meeting and parting of the two of them. He could not but shed tears of regret. He should have kept in touch with her. He had gone back too late. What a mistake he had done by losing her!

Saturday came, so was the meeting between two long lost friends or say lovers. It was not too difficult locating her house, he knew his way around the Island. The house was a four storeyed affair and each storey was a four bedroom flat. On seeing the house, he knew that she had married well. Tutu and her husband lived on the second floor. Her husband was at home and he was the one who opened the door for Ola. It was an emotional reunion as both Ola and Tutu both cried on seeing each other. Tutu's tears were that of happiness at finding a lost friend, Ola's were that of sadness and joy because Tutu was pregnant. What more confirmation did he need that she was married?

After the introductions by Tutu, her husband left the two friends to catch up on each other and Ola never failed to express his regret at losing her. She said that it wasn't his fault but that it was destiny that dealt them both a cruel blow. She encouraged him to move on and get over her because she would love to see his children and talk to his wife. Ola promised to pick himself up but admitted that it would not be easy because Tutu's memories will forever live with him. They talked about their journeys over the years and were happy for each other for the level of their success.
Ola left later in the day partially happy that he jad at last found her but highly sad that he had lost her to another man.

Thus he began his search for his missing rib. He wasn't to search for long because time and chance which leads to the actualisation of destiny led him to her. He was in his office one day attending to some files when Funmi walked in....

'And if We had not held you firm, you would have inclined towards them.' Qur'an.

Ola packed his bag and baggage and said goodbye to the town of Ijebu Ode. The mini city that had been his home for the last for years. The town where he had learnt and achieved a lot. He had previously sent most of his belongings to his mother's place. He had with him only those he would need at the NYSC orientation camp in Iyana Ipaja, Lagos state.

Ola arrived home into the waiting and welcoming hands of his uncles and aunts. He had sorely missed them just as they had missed him. He rested a bit before devouring a sumptuous plate of Amala and Ewedu soup with a big chunk of beef. He stepped it down with a 1litre pack of Fumman Orange juice. Then he went for his nightly ritual, his stroll.

He walked the length of the street and missed his friend. He called Daniel and they talked about the need for early arrival at th camp the following day. He also called his mother and a few other friends of interest to him. He began the long stroll beck home.

As he approached his house, a saw a familiar figure in the darkness. He strained his eyes to identify the figure and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he recognised the person. It was Tope. She was talking with another girl who Ola did not know. He approached them and ''Good evening Tope.'' he greeted. They both looked up to see the person who had just walked in on them. Tope recognised him and Ola could see the shock registered on her face. She recovered quickly.
''Good evening brother Ola.'' she replied. Ola was stunned. Were his ears playing pranks on him? Tope had called him 'brother Ola'. He couldn't believe it as five year old memories were flooding his brain.
''How is everything and you?'' he asked still trying to smart from the shock.
''Everything is fine, sir. I have missed you alot. Since you left for school, I had written JAMB twice and each time I failed. Then I knew that if you had been around, it would have been different. But my mum got a special centre for me this year and guess what, brother Ola.'' Ola couldn't guess as he was still finding it hard to register the transformation in Tope to warrant her change of attitude towards him. Her voice brought him out of his reverie.
''I passed it and the post UME. Now, I am an undergraduate of your school and I will be studying Mass Communication, your course!'' she said gleefully. Ola was happy for her. At least she had taught him well.
''Make sure you see me tomorrow morning before I leave for camp. I will give you some names and numbers of some people in school. They will help you. Just tell them you are my sister. Congratulations Tope. And be a good girl on campus.'' he said as he turned to go. Tope dragged him back and said ''Congrats too on your first class sir. I hope to emulate you. You are a model to many of us around here. And you can bet I will be gentle on campus. Good night sir and have fun in camp.'' She then gave him a full kiss on his lips. His first kiss ever! He left for home.

The Lagos State NYSC Orientation camp at Iyana Ipaja was a beehive of activities that Monday morning as graduates from all over the country came to answer the call of their fatherland. Ola got out of the taxi cab that brought him there. His aunt had insisted on a cab against the hustle of the Danfo. He had to get there early to register and do things before the rush. He paid the driver and got his things out of the cab. Then he called Daniel who was already in the camp and together, they went through the registration formalities. In less than four hours of their arrival, they were through with it and were taking their usual stroll around. They were now officially Corpers.

At the orientation camp, things happened, but not for both of them. They had no time for the ladies except a few who knew them from school. Though they were in different platoons, they never left each other's sight. They both worked at the Orientation Broadcasting Service (OBS). They never partook in the parades, when it was time for the parade rehearsal, they were either in the hostel or in the OBS office. The Mammy market seriously missed them. But the mosque and chapel on camp never missed them for a day. They also played football for their platoons. Both of them met in the final with Ola scoring the winning goal. They had fun in their own way.

Three weeks went swiftly and they were posted to their Places of Primary Assignment. Daniel was posted to an advertising agency, Florid Communications in Ikeja, while Ola was posted to a Public Relations outfit, Pellarry Communicatins, on the Lagos Island. They both lived in Oyingbo.

They worked assiduously for their firms and after their service, they were both retained with a handsome pay packet to take home after tax.

For Ola and his family, things were getting better. How better can it get?...

chistar01: what happened to me? LIFE happened to me. Its all history now, am back. Carry on bro.

Okay man. Thanks as usual.

Sexitee03: Well done son

Thanks a lot as always

Ol boy. E no good as d girl dash ur hope o.. But sha, life still goan

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ADVENTURE- THE PREACHER'S SON
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'...Which of the favour of your Lord will you deny?...' Qur'an.

Ola looked well at the figure standing before him. It did not click well. He searched well and remembered the text he had read last night. He recovered well from his shock. And said,
''Have a seat.'' The lady sat down.
She brought out her note. Ola scrutinised it and did as he had done to every other ones before her. He noticed that they had all copied from the internet without proper referencing. He corrected her and lectured her a little on internet usage for assignment purposes. That done, he handed the note back to her.
Business done, Ronke wanted a little pleasure.
''I know you saw my text yesterday. But you weren't surprised to see me. Were you, Ola?'' she asked.
Ola knew her kind. He decided to play it cooly. She won't get what she wanted because his resolve is strong.
''I wasn't surprised to see you. Truth be told, I had even forgotten about your text.'' he replied sarcastically.
Ronke was shocked, but she won't relent. She wanted him all to herself.
''Sorry then. Erm.. Don't mind my manners, I am Ronke. Ronke Jaiyesimi.''
''Not to worry, Ronke. Nice to know you.'' he said with a serious tone.
''Ola, mind if I request that we become friends?'' she inquired praying he answered in the affirmative.
'What's wrong with this girl?' Ola thought.
''We are friends already. Or aren't we?'' Ola returned.
''We are, Ola. And erm... I have a little gift for you. I don't know if you will like it. But please, don't reject it. You had said we are friends and friends accept gift from each other. Don't they?''
''Yes, they do.'' Ola replied somehow confused.
Whatever it is, she will only get what the others are getting. He had no time for any relationship.

She brought out the wrapped gift from her bag. Ola collected it from her and thanked her. But as was his policy since his admission into the University, he opened it right in front of her. This surprised Ronke.
The gift was two beautiful Tee Shirts. Since he had opened it, she asked if he liked them, and he replied,
''Even if I don't like them, they are gifts and I won't tell you I don't like them. Thanks a lot Ronke.''
He turned to go, called his friend after dropping the shirts in his bag, and they headed home. Ronke watched him till she could see him no more. The guy was something else, he is just tough and she likes tough guys.

That was the beginning of Ola's friendship with the female folks. They thronged him for help but he never compromised his initial stance. Nothing more than platonic friendship existed among them. The ladies who were mischievous went to town that they were his official girlfriends and even fought themselves over him. Anytime he heard such news, he would laugh with all his heart.

His room was a Mecca for all types of feet because in his third and final years, he had taken up the tutorship of the junior levels. Hence, he had little or no rest during the day. His day starts at seven after his morning prayers and ends anytime before midnight when they would release him to have a night rest that would still be disturbed with calls he never picked.

As he does these, gifts upon gifts he received for his efforts because he never demanded anything from anybody. All gifts he accepts including cash. He rejected all gifts that came in 'kind'.

Their final exams came and went. Ola and Daniel had studied their hearts out in the midst of frequent tutorials for all levels in almost all courses. They read and read, as they battled their final projects. Yet, assignments never ceased. It was a tough war they waged in their final months in TASUED.

The results were collated while they waited. They roamed the offices of their lecturers correcting mistakes in their previous results and helping out others where necessary.
They were at home relaxing on a sunny saturday afternoon, when one of their favourite lecturers called Daniel that their final results were out. He had said,
''Daniel, your total G. P. A is 4.38. You have made a strong two one. Is Ola there?''
''He is sleeping sir.'' Daniel had lied.
''Okay, when he wakes up tell him that he made a total G. P. A of 4.63. That is a first class. The first of its kind in our department.''
''Thank you sir.'' said the elated Daniel.
''Congratulations boys, I am proud of you two. Have a nice weekend.''
Daniel had known his friend will make it. He was very happy for him. If he had not been Ola's friend, he knew he couldn't have made such a result. He thanked God for using Ola to make his dream of a Second Class Upper come true.

They both went for the compulsory National Service. Through 'the hand of God, leg of man', which Daniel's parents used, they were posted to the Centre of Excellence....

Lagos State....for their one year Youth Service.....

Chistar, welcome back. For what happened to you, I say, God healeth you.

Olanrewajub, welcome sir.

Update coming soon. Thanks as always...

''...When it faces you all alone, make your decision...'' Yoruba proverb.

The two friends were walking home from their usual night stroll. It had become their habit that after eating, they take the walk. It was during such walks that serious talks and decision making ideas came to them. Whenever they were seated, they don't have useful discussions. Hence, the walk was necessary.

Ola's phone rang. The number displayed was not a number with an identity. 'Who is this that won't lemme enjoy my peace jare?' he thought as he whipped out his phone from his pocket.
''Ol boy, na dat number wey give me ten missed calls the time wey I go mosque o!'' he said to his friend who pretended not to know the caller's identity.
''Pick am make we hear wetin she wan talk now.'' he said. They both knew instinctively that the caller was a female.

''Hello oo. E kaale o. (good evening)'' Ola uttered into the phone.
''Hello. Am I speaking with Ola?'' the caller asked.
''Yes o. And may I know who I am talking to?'' Ola replied calmly.
''Erm... I am Labake. A coursemate of yours.'' the caller offered.
''Okay, sister Labake. How may I be of help? I know this is not a courtesy call.'' he said matter of factly.
Labake was a little bit ruffled. She had not expected him to throw her off balance like that. The guy knows what she wants.
''I think I might need your help on an assignment. Ola.'' she quipped.
Ola smiled. Then he said,
''I know that. You women always do that. When you need help is when you come around. Okay, which of the assignments if I may ask?''
''The EDU221 assignment. I want you to help me check what I did if it's correct and make corrections where necessary.'' she had changed her statement on hearing the tough words Ola had said. She had wanted to tell him to help her do it.
''If it's that, no problem. You said we are coursemates, right?''
''Yes, we are.''
''Okay. Bring it to the class tomorrow and let's see what can be done. But please, if you haven't written anything, don't bother coming at all cos I don't write assignments for ladies. I can only help if you have written something. Are we clear?'' he queried.
''Yes. Thank you and good night.''
''Goodnight.'' he said as he pressed the red button on his phone.
Labake dropped the phone and set about writing. She had to write something. It seems the guy will be a little tough, he is kind of poor but he has a taste. She heaved a huge sigh and started the browser of her phone. She had to write, else, no show!

Ola on his part laughed after the call. His friend too joined him in laughing. They were laughing at the girls who had earlier called before Labake. They were the ones who made Ola decide never to write assignments for any girl. They had offered him sums of money for him to do their assignments for them. Some even offered to pay in 'kindness' for his services. Ola had rejected them all!

''Ol boy, what do these girls take me for? A hungry and poverty stricken gut? Or a woman wrapper? So they think I will write assignments for them with my own brain and they will get marks while they sit at home, all because of money? They had better think twice. I may be poor, but I am contented with where God has placed me. If they think I am a cash freak or a pussycat freak, then they have another thing coming. If they can't use their brains and request halp to brush it up, then they should go to other guys. Afterall, no be only me know book now.'' he vented to Daniel.
''I had thought you would accept their offer. I would have asked if that was how hungry you are. Ol boy, leave them. You have told them, it's either on your terms or nothing else. They think our lecturers are fools. How will you write for ten people with your own, making eleven. The same style and the lecturer won't know? And it's you they will rat out when kasala burst. If they can't bring what they have written, they should just go elsewhere. All of them have no use for their brains. Na only to do fashion upon nothing. Ol boy, make we go house jor. Sleep dey wire me.'' Daniel whinned.
With that the two friends entered their room from the front of the house where they had been sitting after their stroll. It was a long night with one or two calls which punctuated their sleep. Trust them, they picked none of them because they cherish their sleep.

The next day in school, Ola had a busy day as he hopped from hall to hall to receive his lectures. After all lectures, his customers begin to appear. He attended to them one after the other till it was Labake's turn. She introduced herself and presented what she had written. Ola read it, shook his head, said nothing and made the corrections. He discharged her and she thanked him profusely as the others had done. She was just too happy.

As he was set to leave the class, a young lady in a red top and blue jeans stood in front of him seeking his audience....

Clemzy16: oga mi, mo ri é|

@yettocome in 'will smith' voice i say, GOOD JOB!

BTW, What course is Ola Studying¿

Mass Communication.

Sexitee03: I'm trying, but it ain't easy bro. He just keep hurting me more and more....

Why not ignore or leave him? Ma je ko fun e ni hypertension o.

Sexitee03: Good one Bro, ride on.

Thanks bosslady. Please try to heal up. Loads of love...

All I am saying is speechlesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

'... They uprooted our tree
And planted in its place
A Cathedral of doom.'
Kofi Awoonor...

Ola knew just how to handle the crowd of girls that were about to stampede him. He would use them to his advantage. He just discovered that the key to his rise in G. P is to teach people what he knows. It brings out new ideas and perspectives to the courses and topics to him. Whatever they want, as far as it is related to education, they are welcome.

Labake sat in her room luxuriously furnished room. She looks downcast. Ola had not been picking his calls and she needed to talk to him about the EDU221 assignment. The cunny Mr. Ademola had asked them to submit a typed two paged lesson note in their subject area. She needed his help and she did not want to approach him in the class tomorrow. He will be too busy. And lately, a lot of girls in the class seem to be at war to get his attention, even those in other departments. She needed to strike while the iron was hot. She had to talk to him today. An idea occured to her. She called Daniel. He picked at the third ring.
''Hello,'' she heard him say. There was music in the background and she wondered if they were at home. She knew anywhere Daniel was, Ola was bound to be there.
''This Daniel guy sef, since he and Ola had become room mates, Ola's status don move up small. At least, he no dey trek go town again. Make I talk jare.'' She thought to herself as his voice hit her ears. She was using her earpiece.
''Hello o,'' Daniel said again wondering who was calling him and refusing to talk.
''Hello, good evening. I am Labake. A coursemate of yours.'' She explained.
''Okay Labake. How can I do you for?'' he joked as was his nature.
''I want to ask you about Ola's whereabout, he seem not to be picking his calls.'' she replied ignoring his joke.
''Ah! That boy, he isn't around. O ti jade (he had gone out). He had a programme in his mosque. Maybe that's why he isn't picking his call.'' Daniel explained.
Labake was exasperated. How can someone be so religious? Ah! That boy too dull!
''Ok. Thank you. I will call back later. Just tell him I called.'' She concluded.
''Ok. I won't tell him cos he will see your missed calls. Bye.'' he responded in his usual style.
Labake thought that Daniel was kind of rude. But it wasn't his fault. She had no business with him. She decided to call him later in the night.

Ronke had done her assignment. She had surfed the web and had downloaded the lesson note and did little adjustments to it. But she wanted to create a lasting impression in the mind of Ola. Since that Daniel of a guy had entered his life, he had almost totally ignored girls. That stunt he pulled in class the other day had proven that Ola is just too good. She needed to be around him.
So she brought out her phone and typed a message.
'Hi Ola, you don't know me yet, but you will soon. I am your coursemate and a fan of yours. I will need your help in some things. It won't be unrewarded. I am sorry if I sound somehow. I will be spotting a red top on a blue jean tomorrow. Goodnite and have a sweet nite rest.''

Ola was in the mosque when both the calls and text came in. After the prayers, he read the text and smiled. He had expected such and was prepared. They would have to do it on his terms and conditions. So help him God. He thought and crossed his heart.

When he got home, he met Daniel at home playing the old school songs they both loved. The particular one that was playing was King Sunny Ade:
'Esu biribiri pebo mi o,
Iwaju loloko n wa mi lo
Eyin ko loloko n wa mi lo
Mi o mo o...'
He sang along to it as he entered his room to find his brother, Daniel, on the bed.
''Ol boy, come see message o.'' he said as he stepped into the room.
''Where the message now?'' Daniel asked rising from the bed getting interested.
Ola showed him the message and they both tried guessing. They were poor in their guess work as they both realised that they knew little about the girls in their class.

They joked and chatted for a while before eating and going for their usual night stroll.

As they were coming back, Labake's call came in again....

Chistar.... Sorry Michael, hope all is well? My guy we care o.

Thamk God we don enter fifty pages. Thank God. Ol boy you are bad o. Take five naira and enter bus, oya

Boss. It is done.

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