Diary of a shy college guy

This guy is just like me when i just got to the higher institution but now am a bit better

Yeah bring it on, am sitted already

what do u need girls attention for now?

guy when u are intelligent and you have a clear picture of your future girls would look for you,(even force themselves on you) and you would be the one to choose the one you like from them.

seated,bring it on

following

Ride on

interesting, bring it on

Huh

Next now

Am here

Its gonna be very interesting... I'm seated,let's ride on!!!

writer where are u come and update

Lucky is shining on you... Mr shy guy

Chapter 2: Short Lived Relationship with Debby Debby and I became pretty close after the book incidence- in fact, a little too close, too fast. I remember one incidence I had to write a letter concerning my accommodation processing, and she wouldn’t let me concentrate. I had to run off to an empty class to hide from her, but she found me. She was a very playful girl, and always happy and smiley. I remember her finding me, and almost falling off as she ran on the benches to get to me. I begged her to let me finish the letter, and she left reluctantly. I was with Ladi when she came over, and he asked what magic I had used to get the girl. I just smiled and continued with what I was writing. Ladi was the one of coolest kids in our class when it came to dressing. At the time, Timberland boots were in vogue, and he had different colours of them- coffee colour, butters, paprika, ash, blue- I would say he had all the colours of the rainbow. He was another one of my friends, but he stayed for just a few weeks, before relocating to America. After I completed the letter and submitted it, Ladi and I went off to a place called DLI, Distance Learning Institute. At the time, we had most of our elective courses there and we were meant to have a course there that afternoon. I remember walking into the place, and having to stop to tie my shoe laces. Ladi walked on, and when Debby saw him, she asked where I was. He lied to her that I was not coming, and she instantly became sad. He went on to ask her if she liked me, and she said yes. Then I popped up, and she looked away embarrassed. The lecturer ended up not coming, so we spent the whole period by the lecture hall staircase talking. It was me, my posse of friends, and Debby with some of the girls in our department. Debby was close to all my other friends, so sometimes she would off talking to one of them. It was one of those times. I was by myself, leaning on the wall when I saw a girl moving toward me, backwards. She bumped into me, and I had to hold her to stop her from falling. If someone had taken a picture of us right there it would have looked like we were a couple. It was weird to me when she told me it wasn’t accidental, and that she knew I was there. Her name was Taiwo, and she was a light skinned beauty. She was more beautiful than Debby, but I was too in love with Debby to have even noticed her back then. What shocked me was why she was flirting with me right there with Debby just a few inches away. Maybe she didn’t know I was seeing Debby. Maybe everyone thought Debby and I were just friends, I thought to myself. Taiwo and I started a conversation. She was really nice to talk to; A very intelligent girl with an angelic smile. After a while, we all decided to walk back to class, and while strolling, I started thinking of Taiwo. Of course I was in love with Debby, but when Taiwo bumped into me earlier, I felt something; something sexual. The dirty side of me had been awoken. I started having dirty thoughts. I was still lost in thought when I heard, “Hi.” It was Toyin, Debby’s best friend. We started talking about class work, and before long she asked me why I hadn’t asked Debby out. I was a novice to the whole dating game and didn’t know I was meant to ask Debby out. I thought we were just meant to let things flow as long as there was attraction between both of us. But Toyin said I had to ask her out. I looked at Debby up ahead laughing with my friends and my heart started beating fast. It was like I had been given a Jamb question to solve. Before I could quiz Toyin on the best way to go about it, she had disappeared. A while later, Debby came to my side and asked where I had been. I just smiled. She kept asking what was wrong as we headed to class. She knew something was off with me, but I couldn’t tell her. I was going to be twenty a few months, but so immature when it came to the matters concerning the opposite sex. My mind was racing. I wondered, did Debby ask her friend to come and talk to me? Or did Toyin act on her on volition? I couldn’t tell. I also didn’t know how to go about asking Debby out. I should have waited to talk to my friends first, but I just went ahead to make the dumbest move of my whole four-year school life. So this was how the conversation went… Debby- “Kunle, tell me what’s wrong.” Me- “Nothing. Nothing is wrong.” Debby- “Are you sure? You are too quiet.” I was silent for a while, and then I said, “Umm. Toyin said I should tell you how I feel about you.” She looked at me, confused. I went on to say, “Toyin said I should ask you out. Sorry…I…umm. I want to ask you out. Sorry…I mean- will you be my girlfriend?” The look on her face was that of disappointment mixed with disgust. It was like I had gone from being her Superman to being Clark Kent. She didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say after the bollocks I had just blurted out, so we both stayed quiet the remainder of the walk back to class. When I told my friends about the whole thing, they laughed their butts off. None of them could believe how immature I really was to have handled the situation the way I did. It was a Friday, and that weekend turned out to be one the most depressing weekends ever. I just kept thinking of how I could have handled the situation, and what I really should have said. It was 2002 and very few people had mobile phones so there was no way I could call to talk to her. I had to wait till Monday to see her. When we saw on Monday, everything had changed. Debby who used to be very playful around me, was now acting stiff while with me. We sat down together for the first class, and my mind couldn’t comprehend anything the lecturer was saying. I just wanted to make things go back to how they used to be, and then I made my second biggest mistake. I told her I wanted her to forget what I said on Friday and that I would like us to go back to being just friends. She nudged me with her shoulder, trying to get me to stop talking but I had already let out another round of bollocks. The thing was, she had already accepted the fact that I messed up the process of asking her out and was ready to live with that because she really did want me to ask her out. But now, I was trying to backtrack, and make it seem like I didn’t like her enough to ask her out in the first place. I was just too clumsy and immature at the time, and I started irritating everyone with my Debby matter. And then Debby herself got tired of my awkwardness. At some point, I knew there was nothing I could do to salvage the relationship, so I pulled back. I would just greet her, but never try to initiate conversation. I also stopped sitting on the second row in class, which was where Debby and I used to sit. I moved all the way to the last row. What made my matter worse was that Debby was still close to all my friends, and it would burn me deep down in my soul when I saw her talking and laughing with any of my friends. I would spend time talking to Taiwo, the light skin beauty to make Debby jealous, but it seemed she didn’t even notice me at all. After a while, Taiwo and my friend, Ladi became an item, and I was kicked out of that picture too. I hardly sat with my friends during lectures because I didn’t want things to get awkward as Debby was always somewhere in the mix. I became a backbencher, and stopped paying attention in class. One day, a lecturer came in and asked every one to stand up for some reasons I can’t remember. After saying something to the class, he asked us to seat, and then asked us to stand again. When we finally sat for lectures, the slim girl beside me said something about this reminding her of her church. I asked her why, she said she attended an Anglican church, and that they stand up, and seat at short intervals for short prayers, and short sermons. I said that was what happened at my church too. When I asked for the name of her church, we found out we talking about the same church. It was a very big church, but I still marveled at how we didn’t know each other. That’s how I met and became friends with Desola- a slim, pretty girl that one of my friends would end up falling head over heels in love with.

owkay,,,, continue

your immature way of thinking is still surprising me. common a guy in ss2 can do better than that

you shouldn't have backed out,that was one of your many mistakes

NEXT PLS

Lol,,, so any girl u get close to, Ur friend wil end up falling in love wit her

Mumu guy

If I slap ? u ehhh ?? Y are u falling guys hand like this na. U better change ur immature ways of reasoning.

next

U dnt neet to be s shy guy,be smart nd bold

Chapter 3: Someone from the Past It was more than a month since I messed things up with Debby, but people still asked me where she was when they were looking for her. It was annoying, and I wanted to snap at them, but I guess it wasn’t there fault. Debby and I must have made a strong impression in the minds of a lot of people, and it was hard for them to erase that memory from their minds. My accommodation processing was taking too long to pull through, so my parents made arrangements for me to stay with one of our family friends that lived just ten minutes from campus. They gave me a vacant two-bedroom apartment where their mother used to live, downstairs their house. It was great times for me. I no longer had to go through three hours traffic on my way home, and I could stay in school real late before going to my new home. My clique now comprised of six people; Me, Sope, Babatope, Fair Kunle, Dare, and Ladi. Babatope, Fair Kunle, and Dare always studied with Debby, and her best friend, Toyin after classes as the five of them were determined to leave our department, and they were seriously gunning for that 4.0 GPA by the end of 100 level. So, now I spent most of my time with Sope and Ladi. Sometimes I would be with my new female friend, Desola, and we would talk about people from our church that were in University of Lagos, and some times talk about school work. Even though I spent a lot of time with her, people still asked me about Debby. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t assume Desola and I were an item, until one day when someone in class told me Desola and I looked a lot alike. I guess people just assumed we were siblings or related in some way. One day, while I was talking to Desola, Sope and Ladi came to drag me away from her. They said it was time for what we had discussed yesterday. I had forgotten what it was, till I looked at their feet, and saw they had on different colour Timberland boots on each foot. The day before, we had had a discussion on what to do to get people’s attention, and we had come up with an idea for Ladi and Sope to come to school wearing different colour Timberlands- Sope was wearing coffee colour on one foot, and butter colour on the other. Ladi had on the more uncommon colours- paprika and navy blue. It seems stupid to me now, but as teens, it was really cool considering the fact that a pair of Timberland boots at the time was selling for eighteen thousand Naira. So, after telling Desola I had to go, I started a tour of the whole school with my guys. We left the art and social science faculty for the law faculty, and then to Business Administrations, before heading to Sciences, and then taking a cab to the school gate, where the Diploma students had their lectures. That was our last stop and it had about three big halls. At the time, this was where the rich kids who couldn’t get into Unilag with Jamb paid a quarter of a million to study for one year, before getting into 200 level. It was a great bargain, and people that had the money made sure their kids enrolled for the Diploma course. The place had a lot of rich kids, and we wanted to impress them. Being a shy guy, I stayed back while Sope and Ladi walked with all the confidence in the world into the first Diploma hall. I had on blue chinos and a sky blue Thomas Pink shirt that I had bought for seven thousand Naira. It was one of my favourite shirts, and it gave me confidence, but I still wasn’t confident to walk in with my friends. I was still standing back, watching with keen interest, the reaction of the diploma students to the stunt my friends were pulling when I heard a sweet sounding female voice shout out, “Kunle!” I looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and I saw this sexy looking girl smiling at me about twenty meters away. She clasped her hands together, and had her mouth open in shock for a second before heading towards me excitedly. I looked behind me to make sure I was the one she was calling out, and then when I focused back on her, I remembered her. Her name was Darasimi, and she was my friend briefly at the jamb tutorial centre I had attended last year. But my o my, her body had totally transformed since then. The best way I can describe her is to say she went from having a body like Beverly Osu, to having a body like that of Yemi Alade. She still had an ample amount of pimples on her face, but her body was amazing. She had on a purple mini gown that had a V shaped neckline which exposed an ample amount of her breasts. She came over and gave me a full body hug that left me embarrassed. I had stayed back because I didn’t want eyes on me, now all eyes were on me. I guess I had also grown more attractive since she last saw me, because I couldn’t remember us being as close as she was acting. While I was talking to her, catching up on old times, Sope and Ladi walked up to us, and her attention shifted to them. She held back a laugh when she looked at their feet, but she was more amused than anything about what they had done. She and Sope kicked things off immediately, and I even left both of them together for a minute while talking to Ladi. When we were leaving, she wrote down the name of her hall and room number on a piece of paper, and asked me to come see her after lectures that day. Later that evening, Sope and I went to a place called New Hall; it consisted of five halls- two for girls and three for boys. Darasimi’s hall was one of those halls, but we were heading to one of the boys halls called Sodeinde to see one of our friends. Just before we got to the hall gate, Sope ran into an old female friend and walked off with her. I was waiting for him to return when he reappeared with Darasimi on his arm. One look and I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere with this girl. She was too wild and sexy for me to handle in a school like Unilag. When they got to me, and Sope let her go, she came to my side, and I tried to make myself hold her by her waist like Sope had done, but I just couldn’t. I also couldn’t make her laugh the way Sope had been doing. After a few boring minutes, she said she had to go finish her assignment. Sope and I saw her off to her hostel gate, and when we were heading back to out, Sope asked why I let her go like that. I didn’t say anything. I had no words to explain the kind of person I was. It was like the Universe had a job to throw girls at me at every corner, and it was my job to screw up every of those opportunities.

interesting

You're not bold enough

This guy dey fall guys hand any how. I wish u ran into some guys that will bully hell out of u maybe u will start to be bold. What a boring Nigga

Chapter 4: The Girl Who Liked Me I was going down the stairs of the Art building in Unilag one day when I saw a girl who looked mighty familiar. She was a dark skin beauty, but what really got my attention was the fact that she was using a phone. I didn’t even care what kind of phone it was; the fact that she had a phone was cool on its own. The small black Trium phone and Econet line my mom had gotten a few months earlier cost her a total of thirty-five thousand, and I knew how long we had to wait in line at the Econet office to get the phone. I slowed down my pace as I got to the floor she was on, and when I got closer to her, I remembered who she was. I said hello in a low voice not wanting to disrupt the conversation she was having on the phone, and she looked up at me with her a smile. But the moment she realized who I was, the smile disappeared from her face. She waved at me and walked away- there was no need to go after her any further, I had gotten the message. The thing is, we had had an encounter a few weeks prior, which if I had handled well, we would probably had ended up dating. In hindsight, I see why some girls don’t like showing their feelings towards guys they like. Her story goes thus. Debby and I were still an item at the time, and I was heading over to the Distance Learning Institute in school, which was were we had our elective courses. Everyone had left me behind because I had been delayed by my dad’s friend who was an admin staff of Unilag. I had gone to see him concerning my accommodation at the time. While waiting for the cab that would take me and the other students to DLI, I saw her staring at me. The way she stared at me was intense, and it made me a bit uncomfortable. I had on black Sean John denim with two of the top buttons loose, exposing the pristine white tee underneath. And my baggy black jeans sat well on the white Nike trainers I had on. I was fly; looking like puff daddy himself. But the way the girl looked at me, it seemed she saw past all that; it was like she was gazing into my soul. She was a real pretty dark skinned girl with bright white eyes. When the cab finally came, we got in, and ended up sitting side by side. I had a phobia for talking to girl’s in public transport because I always thought of what people around would think, and also because I knew it wasn’t like stepping up to someone in class or on the road, where you could just walk away if it didn’t go well. With this, you had to sit through the trip if things turned out bad. For that reason, I didn’t strike up a conversation with her. When we dropped at DLI, I just walked off, heading towards the lecture theatre with Debby on my mind. I hadn’t taken more than ten steps when I heard a female voice say “Hello” out loud. I didn’t stop till I heard the second hello. When I turned around, I saw her hand making a stop sign, signaling for me to wait as she walked up to me. I noticed her nice set of white teeth when she smiled up at me. “Hello, my name is Biola, are you going to DLI?” She asked. I said yes, and she suggested we walk together. The distance from where the cabs normally drop people and where the actual halls were was about a two-minute walk, and all through that journey, I kept thinking, wow, what a bold girl. This was something I thought only happened in American high school movies. We found out we were going for the same lecture and that our departments were on the same floor at the Art Building. When we walked into the rowdy lecture theatre, the first person I sighted was Debby, and all my senses flew out the window. Instead of at least sitting through the lecture with the girl by my side, and getting to know her better, I turned to her, said I would see her around, and left her standing there, as I walked off to meet Debby. When I think about that moment sometimes, I feel so stupid, and I also feel like all the bad relationships I had on campus was karma for what I did to that girl.

Don't blame ur self for that u where somehow carried away by debby presents

i dont know what to say to you

na your type dey bad pass

Sorry ooo, Mr shy

u can do it, just try

Lolz.......

Chapter 5: The First Party One of the reasons why I had wanted to get into Unilag all those years was because of the stories I had heard of how fun the school could be. At the time, I would say it was the most fun school in Nigeria. A lot had been going on since I resumed- different kinds of shows, freshers night, beauty pageants, club parties, but I hadn’t really attended any. One day during school, I saw one of my course mates, Ladokun walking around with a stack of paper, talking to most of the cool kids. It looked like he was sharing test scripts, but he was the last person to do such, so I was curious to find out what exactly he was up to. In Unilag at the time, to be in the upper echelon of cool kids, you had to be a member of a club. The most popular clubs were ON, ABC, Dynamic, and Papas Club. Yes, their names were funny, but to be there was the dream of most University of Lagos students that wanted to hang with the popular crowd. They had the freshest girls, threw the wildest parties, and had the most fun. When Ladokun walked up to me, I found out he had been assigned by his Club Chiefo to get the word out about a party On Club was having on the island that night, and the pieces of paper in his hand were data collection papers about the music people that would attend the party wanted to hear. He handed me one, and as I filled the form, he told me about how crazy the party was going to be. He was one of the first friends I had made when I first got into school and was wearing my dad’s gold watch, but I had to slowly detach myself from his crowd because I couldn’t keep up. Ladokun had joined the On Club almost immediately he got admission because his elder brother who was in 300 Level stood for him. One of the rules of being a club member was never to be caught taking public transportation. My parents were middle class, and I sure couldn’t keep up with that, which was one of the reasons I stopped hanging around him. But we were still cool, as he respected my taste in music and fashion. The paper had space for ten songs, and I remember making sure the last song was a very hard song to get- I needed to know if they took things like this serious. After feeling out the form and handing it back to Ladokun, I went in search of my ride or die friend, Sope. The rest of my friends were still coming from home at the time, and couldn’t think of what to tell their parents about going for an all night party. But Sope was already squatting with someone on campus, and I had a lot of freedom at my guardian’s place. Very few people had phones back then, so if you were looking for someone, you had to actually look for him. It’s hard to explain if you never experienced living in that era. Anyway, after about an hour of combing through campus, I finally found Sope when I returned to class. We started out discussing how we were going to get to the party venue on the island, and I remembered two of my old friends were coming over to see me later that day around 5pm, and they both had cars. Although I hadn’t discussed it with them, I was sure I could convince them to tag along with us. Then we got to the issue of gate fee. It was seven hundred and fifty Naira for most club parties at the time- that was half of the weekly allowance my parents gave me, and I had just a thousand left in my wallet. Sope always had money back then as he was into fish farming at a very early age and used to set up fishponds for other people for a fee. This was 2002, when fish farming was relatively new in the country, so he made a lot of cash from it. He volunteered to give me two hundred and fifty Naira to support my gate fee and also pay for drinks when we got in. After lectures, I headed back to my apartment off campus. Back then you had to keep to meetings as there were no phones. My friends were coming to see me, and I had to wait for them to come around. I remember my room in Jibowu had a great view of the road and bridge that led straight to Yaba. Most of the buildings on the road were used for transporters going to the east, so it was always busy. Sometimes, luxurious buses would take off at night, and some would arrive at 3-4 in the morning, from the eastern part of Nigeria. It was never a dull moment. At about 6:15pm, my friend Fola, arrived in his rare, diesel engine white Mercedes Benz 200. Minutes later, Stephen came in his silver coloured Nissan Blue Bird. I got into the Benz, and we headed down to University of Lagos. There was a little traffic along Herbert Macaulay road, and it was already dark by the time we got into Unilag. The years I spent at home before getting into Unilag, I had become famous in my neighbourhood for throwing the best parties. The parties were famous for having a lot of girls at them, and having great music, two areas I personally handled. My brother and our friends handled drinks and security. I had a cousin living with me back then who had a lot of friends, who automatically became my friends after she travelled out of the country. So there was never shortage of girls at our parties. Most of those girls had also just got into Unilag, and it was some of those girls my friends had come to see that day. We drove straight to a place called Newest Hall, where all the 100 Level students resided. My friends and I walked into the hall, and I swear, I have never seen so many beautiful girls in one place till that night. We located our friend, Laura's room and after greeting my friends and accusing me of not looking for her since we got into Unilag, she took us to our other friend’s room. We came out with five girls, and went to hang around were we had parked. I went off with one of my friends and to get drinks- the drinks came in large white cups and were sold just opposite the female halls at the time. It was a Punch drink that had a little alcohol in it. The drinks loosened everyone up, and we had a great time talking and catching up, while we waited for Sope to find us. When he did come around, the place got lively. Around 9pm, we walked the girls back to their rooms, and it was time to plan how the party would go. My friends, Fola and Stephen said the timing was too impromptu and they couldn’t go for the party, but they dropped us at the school gate, where we took a bus going to Obalande, and another one going to Awolowo Way, where the party venue was. Sope was wearing a brown Rocawear jacket, blue jeans and butter colour Timberland boots. I had on a brown fitted Timberland T Shirt with the tree logo in the middle, black jeans, and Sope’s coffee brown Timberland boots. The name of the nightclub was 11:45; the hottest club on the island at the time. After strict security checks at the door and getting our hands stamped after paying the gate fee, we walked into the club like gods. The place was ice cold, and the speakers boomed so loud it hastened my heartbeat for a minute, before I adjusted to the atmosphere. The Jagged Edge and Nas song I had requested came on just as I was stepping on to the dance floor and it got me really hyped. I had already started getting down on the dance floor by myself when I saw Ladokun heading towards me with a seductively dressed girl by his side. He greeted Sope and I with quick hand slaps, handed me the girl, and walked off with Sope to the bar. The girl was really in the mood to dance, and when she saw how hyped I was about the song that was playing, she turned around and started grinding up on me. I had a little liquor in my system from earlier, so I wasn’t as shy as always. I immediately started rocking the girl and rapping along to the song. The girl looked back and smiled at me; that got me even more hyped. You have to understand that back then, there were rarely ‘Oloshos’ at clubs- at least not at clubs of high repute like 11:45. So, dancing with a girl who was happy to dance with me, not because she sees me as a potential customer but because she is naturally having fun made me feel good. Unfortunately, when the song ended, the hype was gone and another guy took the girl from me. Ladokun came back and asked where the girl was as he handed me a chilled bottle of small stout. When I told him some other guy took her, he said I should have held on tight to her while dancing. This was something a 19 year old me feared the most at the time; holding onto a girl in a sexually provocative manner. Ladokun excused himself and headed towards the VIP section upstairs as Sope and I went deeper into the dance floor; bobbing our heads to the loud music, and sipping from our beer bottles. We hadn’t gone far when a petite girl in dungarees thrust herself onto me. I was shocked, but when I pulled back from her, I realized she was one of Laura's friends I had hung out with at Newest Hall earlier on in the day. She was drunk, and two of her apologetic friends came to get her off me. They headed out the club with her, not wanting her to cause a scene. A few minutes later, one of the drunk girl’s friends came to apologize to me. I didn’t hear what she said at first, and when she leaned in closer, I caught her a whiff of her sweet smelling perfume. On impulse, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back when she turned around to leave. I started dancing. She stood still for a few seconds, and smiled at my unexpected reaction, and then went on to dance with me. She wore glasses, was about my height, and had jeans and denim shirt on. We didn’t talk much, but danced for a while before she said she had to go check on her friend. When it was time to leave, I asked for her room number. That was the most you could get back then. She was really like me, an introvert who had a little party spirit in her, and I really wanted to see if something could grow from that night of dancing. Over the weekend, I ran into my friend, Laura who was her roommate and got the full details on the girl. She turned out to be the twin sister of a guy in my class. The thought of dating her now seemed weird, and before the end of the weekend, I had made up my mind not to pursue the thought any further.

U just dey mess up upandan.

Ok Ride On

You self....... You too dull jari!!!!!

Na you sabi

Shy guy indeed

Chapter 6: Bisi Sanmi Versus Debby (Part 1) Time went bye super fast, and before I knew it, first semester exam timetable was out. The euphoria of being a University of Lagos student finally ended and I suddenly wanted to get serious. I made an attempt to join friends, Fair Kunle, Dare, Babatope, and Debby’s study group. I no longer cared about avoiding Debby; I just wanted to get good grades. But after a few days with them, I couldn’t cope. They were way too far, and it was like they were speaking Chinese when we studied. Ladi had travelled out, and Sope had an overnight reading habit I couldn’t keep up with. I went in search of my church friend, Desola, and started studying with her and some other of our course mates. After reading, everyone would discuss what they understood from what we had read, and this method made understanding things simpler for me. There was a slim dark-skinned girl called Bisi Sanmi in the study group I took a liking to I always wondered why everyone called her ‘Bisi Sanmi’ instead of just Bisi. She was intelligent and a sharp talker. I don’t know if I would have been attracted to her if she wasn’t intelligent, and I wasn’t a guy who was about to fail his exams if he didn’t get help. Whatever the reason, I fell for Bisi Sanmi slowly, without even knowing it. Like me, she also stayed off campus, so we would take buses out of campus together. On the Sunday before our first paper, I didn’t feel comfortable staying all by myself in my apartment, so I decided to head over to school. I got to Yaba, where we take campus shuttle to school, and who was the last person on the queue? Bisi Sanmi. She was in a brown body fitting Ankara gown, and the smile on her face when she turned around and saw me approaching gave me butterflies in my tummy. That was the first time I realized I had fallen in love with this girl, without even knowing it. I walked up to her and helped with one of the two bags she was carrying. She said she was going to be squatting with a friend on campus during exam period, and I thought it was a good idea. We ended up in the back seat of a cab, with one other person from our department. During the ride to school, we discussed some of the courses we would be having that week, and the likely areas that questions would be coming from. The last stop for the cab was in front of Moremi Hall, where Bisi Sanmi was going to be staying, and I decided to help her with her luggage to the room. We entered the legendary Moremi Hall, and I was busy feasting my eyes on the dozens of beautiful, loosely dressed girls scattered all over the place when Bisi Sanmi nudged me and said, “I don’t want Debby’s trouble o. You can go back from here.” “What?” I asked, perplexed as she took her black duffel bag from me. “Debby stays right there.” She said, turning around and looking at the east wing of the hall. “You should go and see her.” “Why should I go and see her?” I asked, still wondering why she had thought Deborah would have any issues seeing us together. I didn’t even know this was her hall. “You look really handsome today. Go and see her. She will like it.” By now, I was standing still in the middle of Moremi Hall’s quadrangle, and Bisi Sanmi was walking off, slowly. And then she came back to say, “She’s in room 112; just go. Trust me.” She added with a genuine smile and walked off. She turned around one last time to wave at me. I waved back with a forced smile, and then turned around. I took a deep breath as I headed towards the staircase that led to Debby’s room. Oh my, was I nervous. Now that Bisi Sanmi wasn’t by my side anymore, I felt like all eyes were on me. I felt like the girls were looking at me and saying, ‘who is this unserious pervert coming into female hostel at 7pm, a day before the start of exams.’ Also, I wondered why they were comfortable being so scantily dressed when boys were around. I kept my eyes down as I climbed the stairs, and headed towards the direction Bisi Sanmi’s gaze had gone earlier. I was lucky to see the room number boldly written on Debby’s room door. I knocked twice and a short, slightly chubby light skinned girl opened the door. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen years old, and she appeared nervous when she saw me. The girl beside her, who had the same physical features as her, but a little older, answered me with, “Yes?” “Hi. I’m here to see Debby…Sorry, Deborah.” “Deborah! There is someone here to see you.” The other girl shouted out and the shy girl walked back into their corner. “Who’s that?” Debby said as she came out, with her hair scattered, and a mean look on her face. She was wearing a white boob tube and jeans skirt. Debby was slim, but busty, so I didn’t know whether to look away, or walk towards her. A genuine smile replaced the frown on her face before she said, “Hey, Kunle, how are you doing. Come in.” That wasn’t reaction I was expecting from her at all. She was back to the old Debby, as if that awkward moment when I tried to ask her out had never happened. She took me to her corner, and I found out she shared the same space with Sade, one of Sope’s old secondary school friends that was in 300 Level. I greeted her casually, and it was clear on Debby’s face that she liked the fact hat I knew this girl she probably saw as a senior. I sat on Debby’s bottom bunk, and talked for a few minutes, before saying I had to go. As she walked me off, I was surprised she didn’t ask why I came to see her unannounced or ask how I got her room number. She was just back to the friendly, playful Debby. She walked me all the way out the gate, to the road, and just as we were about to say our goodbyes, a music blasting, pimped-out, silver coloured Audi 80 parked in front of us. I thought the person had stopped for Debby, till the windows came down, and I saw it was a friend of my brothers’. I said bye to Debby, and hopped into the backseat of the car. I looked at her one last time as the car zoomed off and saw the huge smile on her face. It was a wonderful day.

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u are alws wrapped in between debby's finger

Let it not be that it debby that is going to cause ur academic low performance

Chapter 7: Bisi Sanmi Versus Debby (Part 2) We were going to write a total of twelve exams in thirty days, so the papers were well spaced, and we had enough time to study in-between. Even with that fact, I still couldn’t totally rekindle the love between Debby and I during this period. We would see, and exchange a few words, but nothing more than that. I was still spending time studying with Desola, Bisi Sanmi and their crew. After a while, it became just Bisi Sanmi and I studying at night, before I would walk her to the front of Moremi Hall, and then head back to class to read some more. By 6am, I would get the first cab home to sleep till afternoon, before returning to school to continue the cycle again. One night, we had been studying for hours and decided to take a brake. Bisi Sanmi had a textbook wrapped in old newspaper, and I picked it up to read the news on the paper. I got to a word I wasn’t familiar with and turned to her to ask, “What’s cleavage?” She burst out laughing and had to cover her mouth when people started turning around, wondering what was going on. I really didn’t know the meaning of the word; there was no blogs or social media sites over promoting sexuality at the time. When she stopped laughing, she looked down at her chest, and before she said anything, I got an idea what the word meant. But the thing was, Bisi Sanmi had a flat chest, so she couldn’t use herself as an example. She looked around and then pointed at a light skinned girl seated a few rows in front of us. The girl was sitting backward on the bench, talking to one of her friends, and she had a white plunging neckline top on that showed her cleavage. “That’s a cleavage; the exposed part of her breasts.” Bisi Sanmi said and I went “Oh” as I nodded my head a few times. When I looked at the girl longer, I realized she was the one that had called out Debby for me when I went to see her a few days ago, and I quickly looked away. When I stylishly looked in that direction again, I saw another girl sitting on the same row with Debby’s roommate now looking at me, and I looked away again. She must think I’m a pervert or something. I thought to myself; little did I know that I knew very little about what was running through the strange girl’s mind. She was quite pretty; in fact, she was very beautiful- not too slim, not too fat, caramel complexion, and there was a lovely way she smiled while she conversed with her friends. I had never seen her around before, but it seemed she was with the Diploma crew, as I had found out later that most of Debby’s roommates were Diploma students and she was in their circle. Every time I looked in that direction, I always saw her looking my way. I couldn’t read any longer. I decided to take a walk to clear my head, and maybe buy Tomtom for my breath while at it. I went off, and took a little while before returning as I ran into some old friends who wanted to talk about music and I couldn’t resist it. When I got back, I met the strange girl on my seat, talking to Bisi Sanmi. I said hi to her, and sat on the right side of Bis Sanmi on the bench; the girl was sitting on the left side. They stopped talking, and the girl left shortly after I got there. And then a few seconds later, Bisi Sanmi started packing our books and asked if we could move to another class. I nodded, and started packing our books, wondering what the heck was going on. Was she angry that the girl wanted to meet me? I wondered. But I got the shocker of my life when we got outside and she told me the girl had actually come there to ask her out. “What!” I said in a low voice. My brain couldn’t comprehend what I had just heard. My ego was also bruised a bit as I had believed the girl had been checking me out. But more than that, I couldn’t believe this 17 year-old girl was a lesbian; and she was bold enough to ask my friend out. Bisi Sanmi had probably not experienced anything like that before, as she appeared confused and disorganized. She asked that we go down a few floors to get away from the girl. As we were descending the stairs, we ran into Debby coming up. Even though the staircase was dimly lit, I could read her body language as we greeted each other, and I sensed she didn’t like the fact that I was with Bisi Sanmi. Bisi Sanmi and I found an empty class to read, and both stayed silent, not even talking about the lesbian girl. Then all of a sudden, she turned to face me and asked, “Why don’t you like me like you like Debby?” I was caught off guard. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. This was the same girl that had advised me to go see Debby the other day, why is she saying this? I wondered. After several seconds of rambling, I was able to make out these words, “I like you a lot, but I’m a messed up guy, and I don’t want to put you through shiit. You deserve a better guy.” She smiled and looked away. The kind of smile that said, ‘couldn’t you have come up with better bullshit?’ But there was no way I could look her in the eye and tell her the truth; that even though I liked her a lot, I was still obsessed with Debby, and I just couldn’t bring myself to date anyone while there was still a chance I could get Debby. I don’t know if it was Debby that put the word out, but the very next day, people started approaching me with questions about my relationship with Bisi Sanmi. At the time, there were only two couples in our department, and it was like people were hungry for a third couple the way they jumped on the rumour. Most girls that I didn’t even know knew my name started teasing me, calling me Bisi Sanmi’s husband. I was a very reserved guy, and that started getting on my nerves at a point. And then there was the fact that Sope and Bisi Sanmi never ever got along, so Sope didn’t like the rumour at all. They were always fighting anytime I tried to hangout with both of them. At a point, I even thought they secretly liked each other. I became like a mini celebrity for the remainder of the week as people kept looking at me with smiles on their faces as they walked past me. It was becoming really annoying, and I made, I think the second dumbest move I ever made in Unilag. I sat Bisi Sanmi down in class and told her we had to stop hanging out for a while till the rumours go away. She felt so dejected hearing me say what I said, but she quickly covered up her disappoint with a smile. And that was how my friendship with Bisi Sanmi ended. And my pursuit of Debby continued.

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Chapter 8: And then it Happened The examination period went by pretty fast, and we were given just two weeks vacation before the start of second semester. A few people didn’t leave school as they considered the holiday too short; Sope was one of those people. He was a very independent person, and felt there was no use going home. I went home for a few days, and returned back to my guardian’s house a full week before school was to resume. At the time, my accommodation processing had pulled through, and I was working on getting a nice bunk and corner before the other students arrived. On one of those boring days during the break, I came on campus to secure a neat bunk for my room, and stopped by at the room Sope was squatting at so we could go together. We were going to be staying together anyway, so it made sense for us to go there together. After getting the bunk, and completing my accommodation processing at the porters lodge of the hall, we left for Moremi Hall. Sope said he wanted to see his friend, Sade, who shared the same room with Debby. It was in the cab, on our way there that he told me he had run into Debby a couple of times since the break, and that she hadn’t gone home too. Debby lived in Oyo state, so I understood why she chose to stay behind too. Knowing that I was going to see Debby again gave me butterflies in my tummy. I was suddenly happy. The whole hall was scanty when we walked in; I could hear echoes in some of the rooms as we climbed up the stairs. We caught Sade walking out of the door when we got to their room. Her face brightened up when she saw Sope, and he tickled her when they hugged, making her laugh even more. She was a pretty reserved, brown skinned, petite beauty, always in jeans and long sleeve shirts. She smiled to greet me as the three of us stood by the room entrance and talked for a while, before she ran off, saying we could wait for her, since Debby was inside; the sound of that name made my heart skip a beat. I took a deep breath as we walked in. The room was one of the large ones in the hall. It had four demarcated corners, cut off with metal bunk beds. Sade and Debby had the far right corner, with the window view. The corner had enough space in the middle, Debby’s double bunk to the left, and Sade’s single bunk on the right by the wall. And their wardrobes were backing the entrance, opposite the window view. Debby had already heard us talking, so she walked up to meet us half way with a cheerful look. She had the same white boob tube on from the last time, but she wore an unbuttoned black short sleeve shirt on it this time. The brown Capri pants she had on showed off her fresh caramel complexioned legs. I sat on the end of the bottom bunk close to the window, while Sope and Debby sat opposite me. Debby sat facing me directly with her legs folded on the bed. Sope was by the tip of the bed beside her. Unlike him, Sope didn’t say much, he just let us talk. I was in rare form that day and kept a healthy conversation going with Debby. I was feeling great until I noticed Sope’s hands creeping up Debby’s chest like a smooth criminal. Without overreacting, or breaking eye contact with me, she slowly brushed off his hand. I kept on talking and pretended not to notice Sope making repeated attempts to handle her breasts. At a point she stopped shoving his hand away, and he had a field day. The strangest thing ever was happening right before my very eyes, Sope kept gently caressing her boobs, while we went on talking. I got up abruptly and said we had to leave. There was disappointment in her eyes as she asked me why we had to leave so soon. I looked at her a bit longer than normal, wondering what was on her mind. Did she really want me to stay? Or was she enjoying what Sope was doing to her so much that she didn’t want it to stop? I didn’t know the answer to that question. Or more like, I didn’t want to accept the reality at hand. I was in a confused state. As Sope and I walked out of the hall, we joked about what he had been doing to her like typical teenage boys that we were. But deep down inside, I was hurting badly. I felt like a piece of poo. I couldn’t blame Sope for what he did because that was his nature. And he also believed I had gotten over Debby and was now dating Bisi Sanmi. Sope dropped at his hall and I continued the ride to the school gate. After going through the events of the day in my head, and recalling all the bad experiences I had had with females in the last couple of weeks, I concluded that it was best to totally pull back from the dating scene. I just wasn’t built for this, I thought to myself. My mind went back to a field trip to Epe we had embarked on during the orientation weeks, and I remembered an incidence where I had to lap one of my course mates to and fro the trip. She was the only person without a seat, and had jokingly asked if she could sit on my lap, and I said yes. Even though she was one of the prettiest girls on that bus ride, I didn’t even feel uncomfortable or try to start a conversation with her. I could remember Debby turning around from two rows in front and winking at me like I was the man. As I thought of that day and how in control I was, I tried to remember what exactly I was focused on at the time. I remembered I was discussing rap music with my friend Dare and some of my other course mates. Right there and then, I made up my mind to shift my recreational focus from girls to hip hop music.

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Well I think u need the break from girls and face another thing for now cause u are just messing up things with girl. Continue man

Chapter 9: The Red Sand Incidence Second semester started off slow. Some days, we would have just one lecturer come in, and the rest of the day would be spent talking to friends. A few people had gotten phones over the short holiday, but at least ninety percent of us were still phoneless. Not like now when you could play candy crush on your phone, chat on whatsapp, or read stories on Nairaland; back then, you were forced to actually interacted with people around you. I was quite a reserved individual, but I turned to an extrovert whenever I met someone that shared the same taste in music as me. It was 2002, the height of the Nas and Jay Z beef. Most days, it would be Dare and I, arguing with Jay Z fans on why Nas was a better rapper. We would argue till we got all sweaty. Girls no longer existed to me; I just listened to Nas’s Stillmatic album all day on my Discman, and looked for someone new I could turn to Nas fan like me. After classes, Sope, Dare, Babatope and I would go to over to fair Kunle’s room in Sodeinde Hall as it was the closest to class, and we would listen to Nas’s One Mic on repeat, getting hyped at the part in the second verse were he raps, ‘There’s nothing in our way; they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush.” Or we would listen to Nas’s Smokin song, reciting the part of the song where he says, “Do it like this niggas, right hand in the air. Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart. Now let’s say it all together, let the ceremony start. I shall- stay real stay true stay holding figures. Never put a bitch over my niggas. I shall never, cooperate with the law. Never snake me, I always hold you down in war.” Saying those words out now, sounds more like a cult initiation, but truth be told asides Sope, we were all mommy’s boys at the time. That part of the song just gave us a sense of brotherhood, and it lasted all through our years in Unilag. Really, at the time, I just wanted a strong distraction from girls, and the whole Hip Hop disciple thing was working like magic for me. My confidence level also went up because, one, I never had to worry about girls again, and two, people respected my deep knowledge of Hip Hop music. I was making new friends daily. Georgie was one of my new friends; a rap music enthusiast like me and yet the smartest kid in class. He drove a white Benz 200, and he stayed in the same Sodeinde Hall with fair Kunle. I was now on campus, in a hall called Newest Hall, and Georgie would come over to see Sope and I at night some times. One evening, he came over to play a new Hip Hop tape he had just gotten. It was a rapper named Canibus, and the guy was rapping two verses at the same time. It was nothing like what I had ever heard. It was me, Sope, Georgie and two of his friends in the Benz listening to the song, and passing around a pack of Don Simon Vino Tinto red wine. One of Georgie’s friends suggested we go to Red Sand, and after a few minutes of deliberations amongst ourselves, a unanimous decision was reached. Georgie fired up the engine of his classic Benz, and we headed out to red sand. Where was red sand? It was an abandoned football field on campus where boys go to smoke weed. The clay soil present in the place gave it the name red sand. Although I wasn’t a smoker, I was not a mood killer either. So, I just held on to the pack of Don Simon in my hand, knowing that was what I would be nursing while everyone was passing the weed around. The place was close to Georgie’s hall, and after dropping everyone off, he drove to his hall, parked the Benz, and came back on foot to join us. I enjoyed the beautiful twilight view in front of me- watching the sun go down from where I sat by goal post, sipping my drink and talking Hip Hop with my friends. The field was very large, and it had swamp bushes to the right, with the school’s sports center walls behind us. After a while, I started feeling uncomfortable, because I felt like we were like sitting ducks. If the school security came around, there would be very little hiding spots. My paranoia was getting the best of me, and I started looking around for an escape route. Just then, I spotted the security van, driving through the road along the open field. Guys quickly threw away the weed and stayed still. It was dark now, and we were hoping they wouldn’t notice us. They were almost out of sight, when the van suddenly stopped, and started reversing. By the time they were driving into the field, everyone had scatted. My heart was beating so fast and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. We couldn’t run into swamps, and we couldn’t run onto the road either, as they would spot us easily. Someone suggested we scale the fence into the Sports Centre. That wall must have been like ten feet high, but the adrenaline in our system had us jumping over it like it was nothing. We were very lucky as there was a show going on in the Sports Centre, so we blended with the crowd. Even if the security were to jump over in pursuit, they would never identify us. As I pushed through the crowd, heart still beating, I saw Tony Tetuila on stage with two hype men, performing his hit song, ‘You Don Hit My Car.’ It made me wonder; what would have been our fate if Georgie hadn’t decided to park the Benz in his hall.

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Chapter 10: Channel O Second semester kicked into full gear about two months after resumption and everything started moving pretty fast; Back to back lectures, evening lectures, standing for hours when lecture halls were filled to capacity. The euphoria of being a Jambite of the university of Lagos had now been replaced with a constant feeling of stress. Some days, I would be so tired after classes I would just lay in bed listening to Brilla FM till I dozed off. The sports radio station had just begun broadcasting that year, and used to play a lot of music to attract a wider audience. Being a music lover, I would say they always played the latest songs first at the time; add this to the fact that most of my roommates were football lovers. We kept the dial on Brilla all day. One day, I had fallen asleep tired, and woken up real early the next day around 6 am to see Joshua, one of my roommates leaving the room. Just as he was about to exit the room, another of my roommates asked if he was going to watch Channel O again, and he said yes, with a smile. And then they both bust out laughing. As I thought of what was funny about watching Channel O, I slipped back into sleep. During lectures the next day, I kept thinking of what was had made my roommates laugh and couldn’t wait till I got back to the hostel so I could ask Joshua what Channel O was all about. I was sure it definitely wasn’t the same music channel on DSTV we all knew, because no one would wake up that early just to watch music videos. Towards the end of lectures, I started feeling really weak, and by the time I was in the cab taking me back to the hostel, my temperature was through the roof; I was boiling hot. Sope noticed something was wrong when we were walking back from the park to the hostel as extremely quiet. After telling him how I was feeling, he suggested I take Alabukun. I had heard about the fast relief from fever and headaches the drug gave, and it always scared me, so I turned down the offer. After dozing off at 8 pm that night, I woke up in cold sweats at midnight, shivering. I had the top bunk, and as I came down from it, I almost tripped and fell. I regained my balance, and rubbed my right kneecap for a few seconds before using my right foot to locate my leather slippers underneath the bunk; I needed some air. We had three double bunks in the large room, one directly opposite the entrance, and one on each side of the room. Sope and I shared the bunk on the right side of the room. Everyone was fast asleep, some snoring, but as I turned around at the door, I saw Sope awake- his eyes wide open like he had not even been sleeping at all. He asked how I was, and I lied I was feeling much better but needed some fresh air. He nodded and went back to sleep. I stood at the balcony and looked down from the two-storey building, marvelling at how quiet the whole place was compared to how noisy it normally is during the day. The hostel had four corners, like a rectangle. The two long sides were filled with rooms, and the short side to the right was were the staircase, entrance and porters lodge was while the bathroom and toilet were on the other end. I went back inside after a while, really feeling better, and fell asleep immediately I got in bed. I woke up just in time to catch Joshua heading out in shorts and t-shirt- I guessed he was going to watch Channel O. I wanted to ask him what exactly he always went out to do in the mornings, but my mouth felt so dry and I just let him be. ………. After classes the next day, I decided to go to the hospital. I was feeling a lot better, but I had the feeling I would get a fever again at night, and thought it was best to get to the root of the problem. My mom’s workplace clinic was in the same Yaba suburb as Unilag, and I still remembered my card number. I got to the place at 5:30pm, an hour before they closed. After seeing the doctor, and being given drugs, I went off to sit in the corridor of a section of the clinic. It was an old section of the clinic, and was linked to the new place by a small pedestrian bridge. The ward had about 5 rooms for patients, and 2 rooms for nurses; all rooms in one straight line. There was a toilet at the right end of the corridor that gave the ward its ‘L’ shape. I was seated in the middle of the quiet corridor, dressed casually in jeans, and t-shirt, trying to get my mind off the fact that I was going to get a needle stuck in my butt any minute. I was lost in thought when I heard the toilet door open. I almost jumped off my seat when I saw the girl. She was about my age, dressed in aquamarine blue t-shirt and white shorts; lanky with braids. She was walking towards me slowly, holding a drip stand, with the pipe from the drip fixed to her hand. It was just a creepy sight to see her walking slowly, holding the drip stand in one hand, and her second hand in a position like a waiter holding up a tray. I guessed it was to enhance the flow of the liquid from the drip into her body, but it freaked me out. “Hi.” She said and as she walked past me. I replied her with “Hey” without looking too long at her. I quickly looked away when she turned around before walking into the nurse’s office. Seconds later, the nurse, a rotund lady in her early 50s called me in. She was having a conversation with the strange girl as she stuck the needle in a small bottle and sucked out the liquid by pulling the plunger back. From the way they related, I guess they were mother and daughter. “Please pull down your jeans.” The nurse said and I hesitated for a while, embarrassed that the nurse’s daughter was just across the room from us, and was going to see my butt. The nurse didn’t seem to care to ask the girl to go out, and girl had an expressionless look from where she sat. It was clear she had seen people getting injections so many times it was nothing special to her anymore. I guessed that was why she was comfortable walking around carrying her drip stand earlier. I reluctantly unbuckled my jeans, pulled it down a bit with my boxer shorts, revealing an ample portion of my right butt cheek as I turned to face the window. The nurse stuck the needle in my butt and as she slowly pumped the liquid into me, the daughter said, “How come you didn’t flinch?” She was talking to me, but I didn’t have an answer so I just said nothing. “You didn’t feel pain?” “Ijeoma, Leave him alone.” The nurse said as she pulled the needle out of my butt and threw the syringe in the bin beside her. I rubbed my butt a few times, pulled up my jeans and buckled it. I had a smile on my face as I turned around to face the girl. She had a strange look on her face for a while, as if still wondering why I handled the situation so calmly, and then she smiled back at me. “Go home and rest. You will start feeling sleepy soon,” The nurse said to me as I headed out the door. “Okay ma.” I said, and as I was about to step out, I turned around and said bye to Ijeoma. She had a beautiful smile on her face when she said bye to me. ………. I fell asleep as soon as I got back to my hostel room, and woke up at about 6am the next day. It must have been Joshua leaving the room that woke me, because when I looked at his bunk bed, I didn’t see him on it. I was really curious to know what Channel O was all about, so I got out of bed immediately, and was lucky to see him just going down the stairs as I walked out of the room. He headed to the back of the hostel when he got downstairs and walked towards the wall. I saw a few other guys by the wall and wondered what was going on. I was just recovering from Malaria and my brain was still a bit fuzzy. When I was a few feet from Joshua, I noticed something that made me stop approaching, turn around and walk back into the hostel. There were round holes in the walls and guys peeped at Unclad girls bathing outside the female hostel that shared a wall with ours. Channel O turned out to be a real life channel o. Why the low commemt The comments will determine if am posting the next episode

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Chapter 11: Reconnecting with Temisan (Part 1) After the day I discovered what channel o was all about, I teased Joshua about it all the time. He was just a very unusual guy that did real weird things; like, he told me he was the best drummer in his church, but no one knew he smoked weed before climbing the stage to drum during night vigils. He also used to dress up real nice on Saturdays to crash parties at the Multipurpose Hall on campus. He asked me to tag along on multiple times, but I always turned down the offer, because I knew the day I joined him would be the day he gets caught. I just didn’t have mind for stuff like that, but I liked having Joshua around; there was never a dull moment with him. School went on as usual, and we were getting closer to exam period. A lot more people had gotten phones now. Dare, my close friend had gotten a small, silver coloured Motorola phone with an Econet line. Omari had a Motorola Talkabout, and a couple of girls had also gotten phones too. A few weeks after Dare got his Motorola Sope got the same type with an Econet line. At the time, Econet was doing a promo. They had dropped their sim card price from eighteen thousand Naira to six thousand. The day Sope got his line he had gone out with thirty six thousand with the mind of getting six lines- one for him, two for his parents, two for his siblings, and the last one for me. Yea, that’s how great a friend Sope was. But the issue was that, he got to the Econet office a bit late, and they had run out of stock. So he had to buy from a reseller who sold at double the price, and he could only afford three lines. A few weeks to the start of second semester exams, I went home for the weekend and discovered my mom had gotten another phone with an MTN line for a call centre business. I asked if I could take her other phone to school for a week, and she said no problem. So, there I was on a Sunny Monday morning, walking to class from the Moremi Hall call park, with my black Mitsubishi Trium Mars phone in my hand, feeling fly when I heard someone call my name from behind. I turned around and saw a tall and pretty girl walking towards me with a smile on her face. It was Temisan; a girl from my past. Back in 1999 During the three years I spent at home before getting into Unilag, I had become famous for throwing parties at my house; the parties were organized by me, my brother, and a couple of our friends. The three things that made the parties successful were music, the elite crowd that attended, and girls. I was a music freak at the time, so I was always the DJ, and never disappointed. My brother knew the happening people in the area. And as for the girls, thanks to my two friends at the time, black skin beauties, Tosan, and Felicia, the parties never lacked girls. I had met Tosan first at a tutorial centre; she was a friend to my cousin who was living with me at the time. We became friend after she invited my cousin and I for her brother’s birthday party. Felicia had been at the party too, and then I found out later that she lived two streets away from mine. Any time Tosan came over to see Felicia, they would come over to my place, and our friendship grew. At one of our crazy parties in 1999, I was arranging the white plastic chairs in my compound, anticipating guests when I heard a knock at the gate. I went over to open the gate and saw it was Tosan and Felicia, dressed up flashy like they were in the girl group, Destiny’s Child. We stood by the gate, talking about the party and when their friends would be arriving when a silver-coloured Volvo 740 drove up towards us with a girl behind the wheel. I was immediately drawn to her. Her hair was scatted, but in a sexy way. She was brown skinned, with pimples on her face, but she was still really pretty. The heavy sound of the Volvo engine filled the air. The car slowed down at my gate and with a poker face, she waved at us before driving off. The whole thing was so damn sexy to me at the time. “Do you know that girl?” I asked them, still looking at the car as it drove off. “Kunle, that’s my sister, Temisan. She just dropped us off.” Tosan said. “Oh! I didn’t know you had an elder sister. Why didn’t you invite her for the party?” I said, turning around to face them. Tosan just rolled her eyes at me and walked into my compound. “Kunleee.” Felicia said, hitting me on the head with her black handbag. “You like girls too much.” We went in for the party, but I couldn’t get Temisan out of my head. It had been like a scene from a Hollywood romance movie. The fact that she was about my age, 17, pretty, and could drive really turned me on. A few days after that particular party, I had to travel to Ibadan for WAEC GCE, but I kept in touch with Tosan via landline. I always asked about Temisan, but would say NO anytime she asked if she should handover the phone to her. I didn’t want our first conversation to be on the phone. The day I wrote my last GCE paper was a Saturday, and my parents had a party in Ibadan that day. So, after attending the party, they came to my cousin’s house to pick me up for the trip back to Lagos. That same day was Felicia’s elder sister’s birthday party back in Lagos, and I just couldn’t wait to get back home. Tosan and Felicia had come over to my house twice that day to check if I had gotten back from Ibadan, and the moment I got back, I started preparing for the party. I ironed my favourite shirt at the time; a deep blue long sleeve shirt, with double breast pocket. I wore that on charcoal black jeans and brown leather moccasins. Even though I was a reserved guy, I was very popular in the area because of my elder brother, and as soon as I got to the party, people started greeting me, left right and centre. Felicia appeared from nowhere, gave me a hug, and disappeared. Seconds later, Tosan walked up to me, held me by the hand and led me into the house. I asked where she was taking me, but she didn’t hear over the loud music. We walked into the crowded living room, and I kept greeting people as we made our way to the back. Then, she stopped by a dark corner of the large living room with a single seater couch. There was a girl on braids and white bodycon gown on, sitting alone. When I looked closer, I saw it was Temisan. Tosan introduced us and walked away. I sat on the arm of the couch next to her. “Hi. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad we are finally meeting.” I said. “Hope they were good things?” She replied and we kicked off the conversation from there. I don’t think I had connected with anyone before the way I connected with her. For a shy kid, I did real great that night. The day was just so magical; one of those rare days that my shyness goes on leave, and let’s me be bold and confident. I didn’t get up from where I sat with her throughout my stay at the party. Felicia and Tosan checked up on us every once in a while; they got us drinks, food, small chops and every other thing we requested. Those two girls played cupid that day. They were just so happy to see me with a girl that I liked. Temisan and I talked about any and everything. I was blown away when she told me she had been driving since she was 13. Being the first born, her dad wanted her to be very responsible and he thought her a lot of things at a very early age. While walking her to the bus stop after the party that night, we spoke about the future. She had already gotten admission into University of Lagos to study Business Admin. But I hadn’t passed all my WAEC subjects yet, so we made a pact that she would wait for me, and not date anyone till I got in the following year. I must have made a strong impression on her that night for her to agree to something like that. She gave me a hug at the bus stop before getting into the bus, and for months afterwards, I had her scent in my head. She resumed at Unilag a few weeks after that party, and we lost contact. I would pass word of mouth messages to her through Tosan; there was no GSM at the time, and no Internet, and as time passed, the communication reduced, till she became a distant memory. Present Day After finally getting into the University of Lagos three years later, here I was, face-to-face with Temisan- my old crush. She was in her final year, and I was a freaking Jambite.

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