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Sunday 1 December 2013

FIRST LOVE (episode 6)

Occasionally, thoughts about Funke would arrest my mind, I would search for bail by trying different things, such as; gisting with friends, playing football and so on. Mt, by then had become my very close friend. Although we lived in separate blocks, we were an inseparable pair. I would cook and we’d eat together and vice versa. Our closeness was probably fostered by the fact that we shared many things in common, he lives in Lagos, so do I, he is a Yoruba guy, so am I.
As a sharp Lagos guy, Mt had already registered his name by getting a girlfriend in the federal college of education opposite our school. We used to visit her and she really was a ‘maga’. She spoilt us with gifts, food and so many unmentionables. Sometimes I’d ask my guy whether he truly loved her, for it was evident my guy had no atom of feeling in his heart. On my part, my conscience really disturbed me due to the fact that the girl gave her all in the relationship. She really did try at times I do wonder what she saw in the guy, was it because he was in the university? Or was it because he was a law student?
I just hope she forgives me, because whenever she asks me whether my friend loves her, I’d say “he never stops talking about u”. I told her this despite the fact that he abused her verbally and almost did physically; I really wish she saw what I saw, or rather what I knew!!!
 
 In no time, exams drew nearer and preparations began in earnest. As a fresher, I prepared.for exams in the best possible way a student could. I wasn't d type who keeps to his book everyday, I read only when exam time table has been released. Life in the university was different, many students read in such a way that one would think reading is oxygen needed to survive. This attitude was more common among students from the faculty of science, almost every night, they could be seen in every corner of the school, whenever there was no power supply, they'd use their torches.

Seeing them do this caused great fear in my heart, for i started feeling like an unserious student. This fear pushed me to apply the rule of 'if u cant beat them, join them' and with that i joined the 'till-day-break 'students. These group of students rarely sleep at night, most of them leave for study in the night and return to their rooms d next morning. I joined this group solely to satisfy my conscience so it would start seeing me as a serious student because i hardly did anything profitavble other than moving from one class to the other laughing at dozing till-day-breakers. It was during one of such nights of self-deceit that i received a call fron a strange number !!!!
 The call was actually from an Etisalat line. When I picked up, I recognised the voice instantly but feigned ignorance.
'So you've finally forgotten me abi 'the voice said.
'Sorry ,may I know who's on the line? 'I said feigning ignorance.
'Wasak!!! Me ? U dont even recognise my voice any more'
'Is this Bisola? I asked in a rhetorical manner...
'I'm sorry but I don't have this number of urs on my contact list ' I added...
'Its ok ' she finally said.


Immediately I discovered it was Tope, I knew there was a great task ahead for me on that night, and indeed there was. I started by giving her several excuses for my inability to call her,I also apologized and made her feel guilty for not asking about me too...I mean I'm studying law,I really know how to play with another man's conscience. We talked and talked on so many irrelevant and relevant matters.

I made the call outside in order not to inconvenient my roommates, much to the delight of mischievous mosquitoes who seized the opportunity to satisfy their hunger from my blood. When I felt they must have sucked their fill, I told Tope I was going back to bed, she asked 'so you are tired of me?' I understood what she meant and did not want to ruin our already ruined relationship . We continued talking until the night call ended.
I was made to pay for my profligacy of the night the next day as I dozed off in class at regular intervals, Mt took a great advantage of this opportunity as he took snapshots of my indolence with the camera of his phone!!!
 
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