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THE PAINFUL PLEASURE
“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. . .
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.July 21, 2016 at 1:14 pm #733353
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 8July 21, 2016 at 1:15 pm #733355
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.