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    >>>Episode 1<<< Story by Ajenifuja Adetokunbo.
    {This story is narrated
    in POINT OF VIEW of two
    main characters – FESTUS and SHARON.}

    As much as I tried holding it
    back, this wicked wind kept
    seizing the stapled papers from
    my hold. Our exam was few
    weeks away and I needed to
    consume the content in this handout early enough. The cool
    atmosphere was made intense
    by the shade of the giant mango
    tree that dominated our leisure-
    garden. The stylized metal chairs were
    arranged at strategic angles of
    the spacious territory. The
    vicinity wasn’t conducive
    enough for reading for its
    rowdiness, but my brain really desired a cool spot before it
    could absorb tough information
    such as this psychology. As far
    as coolness is concerned my
    brain is adapted to noise. Right
    in front of me was one vacant seat.

    The other seats were
    occupied by various young
    couples and mob of boys that
    were gossiping about girls that
    were passing by.

    Those guys were seventeen in number. Their aim was to identify girls
    with positive, semi-positive and
    negative names. If they saw a particular girl they
    would all mouth-whistle, and
    immediately such girl took a
    backward glance, they would
    pretend looking somewhere
    else while shouting MARKET DON FINISH.

    That simply meant many
    of them had slept with the girl. They would call ROOKIE when
    the girl had slept with a few of
    them, and finally S.U if the girl
    was very strict to approach. At the end of their shouts they
    would all explode with a
    mocking laughter. I began to
    wonder if those guys were all
    secret cult members. Otherwise,
    what gave them the nerve to be insulting any girls on campus?
    Anyway, they were all good-
    looking and majority had
    statures chicks would definitely
    die for – tallness and fitness. I
    deemed it fit that they were all ‘players’ if they were not really

    Those girls ( the
    negative and semi-positive
    bearers) must have sold away
    their dignities to LUST. If they
    had stuck to only one guy, would they ever face such
    dehumanization? In the midst of my own gossip I
    didn’t realize that my handout
    had been wrenched away from
    my grip by the wind. As I began
    to pick them up one after the
    other I noticed a hand beside me. I lifted my face only to get
    my heart crashed as if struck by
    a thunder lightening. I was
    taken aback by the sight of this
    girl whose kind of beauty I had
    never seen in my life. Her chocolate skin agreed with her
    plump and shapely figure. It was
    as though she was created with
    those wears – The white skimpy
    skirt defined her moderate butt,
    while the cleavage of her round boobs could be seen through
    the exposed part of the red
    armless top.

    “I don’t want to step on it.
    That’s why I picked this up.”

    muttered as she handed the
    piece of paper to me. “Okay. That’s kind of you.” I said. Before She settled on the seat
    right in front of me, she waved
    at one big man that was just
    starting the engine of his
    hummer jeep just beside the
    garden. I guessed she alighted from that jeep. That must be her
    man friend. She produced a text book from
    her hand bag. She crossed her
    legs and focused her attention
    on the book. At this moment I
    also made up my mind to study.

    I started reading, but the contents didn’t find their way
    into my head anymore. For a
    moment I began to stare at her
    while drinking in her beauty.
    Whenever she wanted to reveal
    her face I would quickly bury my face back in the handout. It felt
    as though my heart was going
    to blast off. The urge to
    approach this girl kept gnawing
    at me in every air I breathe.
    Literally, It wasn’t like I had never seen a girl that beautiful
    or that my ex- girlfriend wasn’t
    as beautiful or nearly. But there
    seemed to be something about
    her that defied any explanation. At this moment our eyes were
    almost connected and I saw a
    seductive look in her killing
    A Seductive look? That
    must be my wishful thinking –
    she might even be snubbing me with that look. It was obvious
    that this babe had come from a
    rich home. I could see no speck
    of blemish on the exposed part
    of her body – like she wasn’t
    nurtured in this country. Her golden jewelry looked natural
    and her wears were apparently
    from the best designers. In
    short, she waz a biggest girlz! –
    according to our slang in the
    hostel. For me, poverty was our
    surname. I was a hustler. I
    engaged in various jobs to
    sponsor myself to school. Most
    times I applied as servers at
    prestigious parties during the weekends, and I earned some
    money from stage dancing too. And it was through those
    money I got myself all my
    second hand designers. I
    couldn’t spend lavishly on my
    appearance because knowledge
    was my priority.

    All these facts must be the reason why I felt
    inferior to approach this

    Why couldn’t he just start a
    conversation with me when I
    helped him picked up that slip
    from the ground?

    I wish he
    could just ask my name after
    mumbling that compliment. He must be too engrossed in the
    book he was reading. When our
    eyes met he couldn’t just fix his
    eyes into mine to know that I
    felt for him. I needed to pretend
    as if I was reading; if not, he would be suspicious about my
    crush. If I hadn’t held this book,
    I bet I wouldn’t do anything but
    stare at him all the while. But
    now I could be stealing a glance
    at him to know whether he was also interested in me.

    persuaded Dad to drop me off
    here because of him.

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    He was just my type of guy –
    huge, dark in complexion, with
    fine parted lips.

    This wasn’t my
    first time of seeing him. The first
    time was when he was dancing
    on stage with his crew. On that day I heard somebody call him
    Festus. I learnt he was in 300
    level – a year ahead of me. Oh my goodness! His attention
    was still absorbed by that stupid
    book. I wonder why he was
    reading so hard when exam
    was still four weeks away. I
    gotta use one craft to make him speak with me. “

    Hey!” I waved my right hand to
    gesture at him. He revealed his face only to
    glance left and right like a
    watchful criminal.

    “I’m the one calling you,” I tried
    to pull out emotion from my
    voice, “hope I haven’t disturbed
    you. My wrist watch has
    stopped and the time on my
    phone isn’t correct. I wonder what time is it on your wrist

    He took a glance at his watch
    and told me the time was
    4:21pm. “Oh, thank you so much,” I
    smiled at him, “I thought the
    time was 3’oclock … Don’t you
    think it’s wearing out quickly
    today?” “How … how do you mean?” He
    said with a slight puzzled look.

    “I mean the climate is just too
    irregular these days,” I slid out
    my tongue playfully while
    narrowing my eyes into
    seductive slits,

    “sometimes the
    day would run fast and slowly other times. What could be the
    cause of that?” Now he was turning over the
    handout to another page. Then
    he said, “ Hmn … Sometimes, I
    think it’s a geographical factor
    and other times it appears like
    that to us.

    I am not really sure because I’m not a science
    student.” “Yeah, maybe,” I shrugged
    indifferently. This was another
    opportunity for me to harness
    the conversation, “So you are
    what student then?”

    “A creative Art student,” he said
    and continued reading. “Wow! That’s really great.” I
    said, fiddling with my phone. I already knew his faculty, but I
    ought to feign that total

    I didn’t want to tell
    him I’d once seen him dancing –
    some guys tend to feel superior
    when women begin to compliment them. They would
    quickly realize that the woman
    was having a second motive.

    And I didn’t want to make that
    obvious. It seemed he was getting
    interested in me. At least he was
    responding well to my
    questions. Oh, Poor Sharon! He
    might just be jovial in
    personality. Men’s taste are really hard to judge. He might be
    interested in the conversation,
    and nothing more. I didn’t mind
    if he would have lust for me, at
    least. Lust could graduate to love … No, no, no. That is not
    possible. I wish he would just
    love me once and for all. I really,
    really felt for him. This feeling was quite funny.

    course, he wasn’t the first cute
    guy I had ever met. Yes. I could
    tell when I had a pure lust for a
    dude. Some people believed love
    couldn’t be detected at first sight, but lust.

    That philosophy
    didn’t seem to work for me. This
    was my second time of having
    this strange feeling. The first
    guy I ever loved broke my heart
    into pieces few years back. He was my senior in high school. We made love countless times at
    every corner of the school as we
    were both in the boarding.

    Immediately he graduated from
    school, he left for UK without
    informing me. He was now
    studying there. When I reached
    him on phone he bluntly told me
    he was no longer interested in the relationship. He told me he
    had met another life partner.

    was then I realized that the guy
    never loved me. I should have
    known. He would ask for sex
    almost every day and hardly would I refuse. I had cried and
    cried that I almost committed
    suicide. I told Daddy that I
    wanted to go study in the UK –
    inwardly, Nigeria was my choice.

    I just wanted to meet him and
    probably kill him and kill myself. Unfortunately Dad didn’t permit
    me to study abroad. So….

    “May I know what faculty you

    Festus’ voice aborted my
    thought. “Bus. admin. – Accounting
    department.” “That’s good…You must be very
    good at math.”

    He remarked,
    and I could sense enthusiasm in
    his voice. Oh, I had finally got him on the
    move. I hummed for a moment and

    “I am trying. And you? I
    mean what course are you good
    at?” He chuckled and said, “Me, I am
    good at nothing in particular.” “You don’t mean it,” I smiled
    broadly while adjusting on my
    seat. “I am serious.” He said. But no
    look of that seriousness on his
    face. “Alright then.” I smiled and
    asked him what handout he
    was reading, he told me it was

    I asked his level and
    I told him mine. I was actually
    expecting him to ask my name. How would I make him ask my

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    nxt plz

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    >>>Episode 2<<<
    Story by Ajenifuja Adetokunbo.

    This girl must be very friendly.
    had to know more about her. But … If I asked her name, won’t
    she think I was taking
    advantage of the short
    discussion between us?

    really hate when guys take
    advantage of them. Which ever way, I must take the risk. She
    might begin to frown at me or
    give me a condescending look.

    ‘All these Ajebo girls dey funny
    well, well.’ I cleared my throat quietly,

    em, I am Festus by name, and
    you?” At that moment, She wore a
    naughty look, turning her

    “I am Sharon. But my
    parents like to call me Treasure.”

    “That’s lovely.”

    I smiled.

    “Oh, thanks.”

    “You stay on campus?” “Nope,” she shook her head
    slowly, “I rented a flat apartment
    outside the school.”

    “…And you stayed there alone?” I didn’t realize I asked the
    question until it left my mouth. Must I really ask her that? Maybe
    it was because I never knew of
    any student that rented a flat
    apartment. Most students that
    stayed outside the school rented
    low class houses, except for those in the private hostel. Anyway, that must be the way
    she wanted her own privacy.

    “Two of my friends are staying
    with me. And why did you ask?” She inquired in a soft, soothing

    “Don’t mind me. I think it’s just
    risky for a student to stay alone
    in a flat apartment.”

    Her phone had actually been
    ringing in the course of our
    conversation, but she kept
    terminating the call. And she
    seemed to pay attention to what
    I was saying.

    “Why don’t you pick up your
    phone call?” I was forced to ask.

    “it’s from one of my girl-friends. I will see her later.”
    As if it was a curse, the phone
    rang again; she quickly hit the
    red button. I asked if it was her
    friend again. She told me it was
    her Mum. “But … you should have received
    that!” My voice was almost
    tense. “Don’t mind Mum,” she said in a
    carefree tone,

    “I just left her at
    home. I know she wanted to
    ask me if I’m already in school. I
    will call her later.”

    Girls and their pure lies! That might be her boyfriend or man
    friend. Okay. Was she rejecting
    calls because of our discussion? It couldn’t be. And if so, that
    meant she had a hidden
    agenda. Most girls would reject
    calls in the presence of a guy
    they had a feeling for, or
    otherwise cheating on. That simply meant that the guy’s
    presence was more important
    at that moment. I wasn’t her
    lover, so she had no right to be
    terminating anybody’s call in my
    own presence. All the same, she might just feel like not
    answering any call.

    Why should I be receiving calls
    when Festus was already
    getting to know me better? This
    was the moment I had been
    hoping for. I couldn’t spare any
    second. Mum might be upset that I was not picking up the
    phone. Anyway, I would sort out
    myself. “I guess you are also preparing
    for the exam.” He said. “Of course, yes. I like to study
    ahead. And I like coming here to
    read, just like you.” I

    uttered the
    last statement with a naughty
    smile. A noise from the back became
    obtrusive on our discussion. There was a group of guys
    exchanging abusive words. Festus’ attention suddenly
    diverted to the scene, and I used
    the opportunity to stare, turning
    my head slightly.

    “That girl na my babe now. She
    no be olosho!” growled one of

    “why you go dey laugh
    am? I dey warn you o! You no
    say I no talk as you dey yab
    those girls since.”

    “No be you bring the slang?”
    asked another boy with a
    strong Igbo accent,

    “you see
    that babe, her market don
    finish! oya do your worst!”

    “I dey warn you o. I no dey joke

    The guy pointed a warning
    finger at his opponent. Some of the guys sprang to
    their feet, while others started
    mocking quietly. One of the
    aggressive parties began to
    search the ground for a
    weapon. All the students that were reading in the garden
    started walking away one after
    the other.

    “Festus, please. let’s leave here … It’s becoming dangerous.” I said
    nervously. But Festus looked
    unperturbed. I wondered why
    he was so brave. I couldn’t
    afford to let him get hurt by
    those rogues. He appeared strong though.

    “Festus now!”

    I whined like a
    five year-old kid; my voice even
    sounded funny to me. Festus began to regard me in a
    strange manner.

    He must have
    realized how much I cared
    about him. Love and care are
    indeed children of the same

    This love is even crazy. Sometimes If one decided to
    hide it, it would just reveal it self
    like a smoke. I was glad when Festus finally
    obeyed me, and we walked far
    away from the danger zone.

    When he was not asking me any
    more question I began to feel
    timid. Pretentiously, I glanced at
    my phone. “Oh, it is 4:35pm,” I said,

    “ It’s time for lecture. May I have your contact in case I
    need a help in your faculty? ”

    “Sure, sure,” he said as I handed
    my phone to him. He typed his
    number and I dialed it

    “What kind of help would you
    need in my faculty?”

    “You shall know when the time
    comes,” I winked at him.

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    Love nwantinti.

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    The corner of his mouth
    twitched with a smirk.
    I loved
    his smile. It was quite

    continuous noise from my block
    mates kept intruding on my
    thought. From the corridor I
    could hear the usual uproars

    “‘What you are burning is
    cooking o!”
    “The water wey you dey cook to
    make eba never do?”

    “Abeg, I fit get local corn flakes
    for ya side?”
    My nostrils were assailed by
    different kinds of aroma that
    must have forced their way
    through the door. My
    roommates, Collins and Dayo,
    were shouting over a pot of egusi soup and eba just below
    my deck bed.

    The bed was three divisions and
    I was at the lowest side. They
    were eating the soup from the
    pot. Dayo kept nagging about
    Collins’ handful of of eba. He said
    the m---d was just as big as his girlfriend’s boobs. I would
    have laughed to make it sound
    funnier, but I wasn’t in the
    mood for that tonight.

    image had formed on my mind
    like I was seeing her in front of me. Collins had been calling me
    to join in the food, but I’d asked
    him to keep my own aside.

    “O boy, wetin do Festus this

    Collins said amidst his
    usual big swallow.

    “Maybe he is thinking about

    Dayo said, licking his five

    “that was how he was
    behaving when Lizzy just broke
    up with him.”

    He ended the
    statement, facing Collins who then glanced at me if I would
    give a response. Dayo was right to an extent. My
    ex-girlfriend, Elizabeth, told me
    she was tired of our
    relationship about two months
    ago. That fateful night, by past
    11 pm, She said frankly that I didn’t deserve her. She had only
    been dating me in vain.

    further said I had nothing
    special to offer than ‘I love you’
    all the time. She let me know that her
    roommates always teased her
    as a down town girl whose
    boyfriend couldn’t afford to buy
    her the latest designers, jewelry
    and finally the latest blackberry products like theirs.

    I was
    surprised that Elizabeth could
    vent all of that. I thought she
    was a fool for listening to her
    friends, but I couldn’t say it out.

    Instead I began to plead with
    her to consider my status. At a
    point I knelt down before her. She just walked out on me,
    dropping a long, irritating hiss
    on my head. I tried to call her

    But She disappeared into
    the night without looking back. I’d loved Elizabeth. And she had
    always declared her love to me. I
    begged her for over a month,
    but she didn’t heed me. She
    wouldn’t pick up my phone call
    let alone replying my text messages.

    At broad day lights,
    She disgraced me twice in the
    midst of her friends.

    Gradually I
    erased her thought from my
    mind, and it was over. I couldn’t
    afford to let that disturb my studies. But two weeks ago, late in the
    night, one of her roommates,
    Cynthia, came to meet me where
    I was sitting in the garden. She
    was wearing a short skirt and a
    top that barely covered her big breasts.

    She narrated how
    Elizabeth had always been
    insulting me in the midst of her
    friends in the room. At the end
    of her gossip she began to
    exhibit sexual contacts; inching close to me, obviously expecting
    me to hug or kiss her and finally
    screw her there. Then I could tell
    she was one of those who
    poisoned Elizabeth’s mind.

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    Ar u fighting wit goggle?

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    Having realized Cynthia’s
    I freed myself and
    walked off.
    When I glanced back
    I realized she was still sitting
    there. She had probably thought
    I would come back to give it to her.

    Instead, I took my phone
    and called three among my bad
    friends. I planned a blind rape
    for her. Those boys were real
    ogres! – they had the oversize
    of what all women need in their ideal men.

    They blindfolded
    Cynthia and shoved her to an
    uncompleted lecture room
    behind the campus.

    I pitied her
    life when they narrated to me
    how they had ravaged her for almost two hours.

    Just as I concluded the poignant
    memory, I heard my phone ring. I checked the screen, and my
    heart skipped a beat. It was
    Did she call my
    number by mistake? I frowned
    in disgust.

    “Why you squeeze ya face like
    this … Person die for you?”

    You could guess it was Collins. I
    didn’t mind his teasing
    expression. The phone
    continued to ring and I kept
    wondering if Elizabeth had
    mistaken another person’s number for mine.

    “What is wrong, Festus?”

    asked gently.

    “You fit guess who dey call my
    line?” I asked them.

    “Na your great Grandma. I get
    am?” Collins remarked.

    “Ghost go call your number,
    idiot!” I said. Collins began to laugh
    uncontrollably and slapped Dayo
    at the back.

    “Don’t mind Collins jor,” Dayo
    said reproachfully,“ For me, I’m
    not that good at guessing. Just
    tell us.”

    I showed the contact to them
    and they were both surprised. They asked me not to receive
    the call. And I reasoned with
    them. I could recall that I
    glimpsed Elizabeth when I was
    speaking with Sharon in the
    evening. She was heading to the lecture room with her friends.

    Perhaps she thought I had
    started going out with Sharon. Why should I even care about
    that? I dropped the phone. It rang
    again and again. I didn’t even
    bother to touch the phone.

    I later sat up to eat my food.

    not her missed call –
    Then I decided to browse
    through my Facebook. I could
    see another missed call – SHARON? My heart shivered with

    No sooner had I dialed the
    number than I heard Sharon’s
    thrilling voice from the receiver.

    “Why were you not picking up
    the phone?”

    She whimpered.

    “I am sorry. I left the room while
    charging it.”

    “Alright, I just wanted to say ‘hi’
    to you. Where are you now?”

    “I am in the room, about to eat. Come and join me.”

    She asked what food I was
    eating. When I told her, I heard
    her laugh out. She asked me if it
    was my girlfriend that prepared
    the food for me.

    To be contineud…

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