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    Certified Bae
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    I wish i cn follow this 1

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    Please I need the register here. Although this is not my work… It is a copied story

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    painful pleasure

    hmmm i can imagine

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    Nice story…continue

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    “Sorry, can you please shift a bit” the voice of this young lady
    brought me back to the scene, because i was lost in thought,
    as the sight of her made me wonder if she was a student to
    be on OAU campus or not. I adjusted my back-pack closer to
    me, giving her enough space to sit comfortably. Another
    man came, and in no time, the bus was filled up. “E sanwo
    o” A man came to the window, telling us to pay, and we did,
    I just gave him 500, since that will save me the stress of
    waiting for change.
    The bus was ready to move, and it did move. I looked at my
    left, i saw ‘baba apari’ (bald old man), i looked at my right, i
    saw a damsel. “Should i start a conversation with this
    beautiful lady or just keep mute “I thought to myself, and
    concluded i was going to do the later. So i just minded my
    own business, as i gently brought out the story book ‘Romeo
    and Juliet by William Shakespeare’ out of my backpack. I
    loved this story so much, though I’ve red it thrice already, i
    don’t mind reading it again. As the sound of hooting vehicles
    and that of moving cars provided the ‘sound effect’ for my
    reading, I just focused, ignoring all other things.
    “So guys read this too?” I couldn’t believe it was the girl i
    wanted to form for that finally broke the silence. Well,
    whether i believe or not, Its true, and i had to reply her. “It’s
    not for girls only, so i see no reason why i can’t read it.” I
    answered. “So you are also going to resume in OAU?” She
    asked, When i heard the word ‘also’, i knew i cannot be more
    correct in my thoughts.
    Me: Yes you?
    The girl: Same here. With this your love for literature, you
    must be in the arts and humanities
    Me: At all, I’m in the sciences, in fact, I’m going in for
    The girl: Are you serious? I’m going in for microbiology too.
    Me: So, i just met my first departmental friend (I said
    looking straight into her cat eyes), so whats the name of my
    The girl: What’s FDF?
    Me: First departmental friend of course!
    The girl: You are so funny. Anyways, the name is Moji and
    you are. . .
    Me: Dapo
    Moji: Really? That’s my younger brothers name.
    Me: That’s great! Anyway, its nice meeting you
    Moji: Same here. . .
    We continued the conversation, and we were just choosing
    topics at random. We talked about politics, the country, the
    music industry and lots of stuffs. I’ve discovered that when
    you have someone to talk to, journey seems to be faster.
    That was how i met my second mate, and my first
    departmental friend. “But wait o, how come i haven’t met
    any guy?” I said to myself. Well, at the cafe, there were four
    guys waiting to do registration, it was only the girl i talked to
    and made friends with. “I have not even entered campus
    and I’m already behaving like a girl-freak, if i enter campus,
    what will happen? When did i become like this? I wasn’t like
    this before!” I thought to myself.

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    The Painful Pleasure
    To cut the long story short, we finally got to ‘Campus gate’ in
    Ife. I alighted from the bus with my ‘FDF’, and took my load.
    Carrying them was not so easy, so Moji offered to carry one
    for me, but i told her not to worry.
    I saw a large bill board that has “WELCOME TO OBAFEMI
    AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY ILE IFE” boldly written on It, with the
    motto “FOR LEARNING AND CULTURE” written underneath. I
    was quite shocked when i saw the logo, it was the statue of a
    woman, with book on her head. “Does this mean we will
    have to read and cram like mad?” I said to Moji, who
    laughed at me like i didn’t know what i was saying. “The
    statue represents culture, and the book depicts learning as
    the motto states” She answered, clearing my ignorance. I
    was so surprised that she knew that, since we were both
    ‘freshers’, so i asked her how she knew that. “My dad
    graduated from OAU.”She Answered.
    We entered the school gate, and took a bus into campus. As
    we were in the bus, i thought to myself, “I won’t want to
    make the same mistake i made with Sandra. This one, i must
    surely get her my number. So i gave her my (palasa) phone
    boldly and said to her. “Something is wrong with my phone,
    can you help fix it?” She looked at me like I didn’t know what
    i was saying, collecting the phone from me. “What is it?” she
    asked. Looking at her like ‘lucosade’, i answered and said.
    “Your number is not in it”. She laugged hysterically, and i
    joined in the laughter. Then she said “you are so funny,
    simple ‘can i have your number will do the trick.’ She took
    the phone, and pressed in some 11 digits.
    Though, my phone wasn’t quite cool, all the keys were
    functioning properly and i was so proud of it. I was given
    bedspace in Awolowo Hall, while Moji was given in
    Mozambique Hall. So i came down from the Bus before her.
    Because there is still a turn before getting to her hostel. I
    waved at her, and said “see ya” she smiled and replied
    same. This is not like Sandra’s case where i wasn’t sure i was
    going to see her again. Even if i didn’t take Moji’s number,
    we were in the same department anyway.
    I entered my hostel, it was quite crowdy, as people were
    going up and down, dragging bags and lockers. Indeed,
    school had resumed.
    What next? Find out in episode 8

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    The Painful Pleasure
    “Block 2, Room 109, Bed no 9, Upper Bunk.” That was written
    on my accommodation slip, meaning; that was the room
    allocated to me, Awolowo Hall is so Big that i almost got lost,
    looking for ‘Block 2’, but after questioning so many people, i
    got to my room. That was when i met ‘Nigga Black’.
    ‘Nigga Black’, whose real name was Emmanuel was a part 3
    student of psychology. Seriously, i have never seen someone
    so dark. You cannot see him and not notice his ‘darkness’.
    We call him other names like: Albino, Kiwi Ambassador,
    Black Maria etc. But he was just dark on the outside, he had
    a pure heart. So calm, so gentle, never offended and easy
    ‘Nigga Black’ took my load from me, and showed me to my
    bedspace. I dropped my bed on it and carefully arranged all
    my load in the cupboard that was assigned to me. It was
    then that he started telling me stuffs about campus and
    hostel. He told me the story of ‘Africa’, how he was
    murdered in block 8. Fear gripped me, as he told me to calm
    down, that the days of cultists where over in OAU.
    So many other people started coming in, and here are my
    room mates: Nigga Black, Mayowa (A part one student of
    CPP), Matthew (A deeper life member, and a Direct Entry
    student of Mechanical Engineering), Olu (Final year student
    of accounting) Emeka (Final year student of Sociology) and
    Abdul (Final year student of Agric Economics)
    There were three bunks in the room, Nigga Black had been
    in the room since the year before so he just stayed in the
    room, squatting with us.
    There was a party then called “Anglomoz Party”. (Anglomoz
    is a place between Angola (A male hostel mainly for
    freshers) , Awolowo and Mozambique Hall where people
    (mostly boys and girls) meet to talk) It was organized by
    Awolowo hall chairman for all fresh-men. So Mayowa
    suggested that we attend the party, then i agreed since
    lecture was yet to start. It was a night party
    When we got to anglomoz, after we had stayed for about 5
    minutes, enjoying the various activities, Someone just
    covered my eyes with hands from the back. The last time i
    did that ‘rubbish’ was when i was in primary 5. I didn’t know
    what to say because i did not even know who it was, though i
    have very sensitive sense of smell and i knew that perfume’s
    smell was familiar. As i gently removed the hands, and
    turned back to see who it was. . .
    Who was it? It might not be who you think. Find out in
    Episode 9, to be released in a gify.

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