At this point I know she’s hiding something but I’m not ready to dig more. Ordinarily I will be happy with her “no complicated” relationship, but I’m not that guy anymore. I wonder why she was jealous of Uche then. Hope she’s not trying to eat her cake and have it? Well, Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve being friend zoned. I started feeling uncomfortable with her and only trying to cover it up. She noticed my unease attitude but I used strolling to cover up. “You know what, lets stroll down the school” I said. We strolld down the school talking and laughing along while she holds my hand sometimes and other times place it across her shoulder. We chatted through the evening following the paths we had planned until it started to get dark. We headed down to her hostel with her hand never letting go of mine and she urged me to enter their hostel to have my dinner. Well that offer sounds so great some hours ago but I’ll pass this time. We met Temmy and Rachael by the gate of their hostel coming out and it seems I’ve lost my friend to Rachael.
Temmy: Where are you guys coming from?
Me: We just. . .
Janet: From a romantic trip (she cuts in)
Janet: Yes, anything wrong with that?
Rachael: Don’t tell me you guys are. . . Oh my God, I can’t believe that. Cool!
Temmy: Guy, we’ll talk later right?
Me: Positive. I’ll be at home
Rachael: You are leaving already? Why now?
Me: I got stuffs to sort out
Janet: You didn’t tell me about that
Me: Sorry it escaped my mind, I’m just remembering now. See you guys later.
I left them there at the gate and headed for my room. I replayed the scenario on my head and see Cynthia’s case study happening all over again. “Damn, why do I keep falling in the same pit? Am I that dumb?”. All these were going through my thought when my phone rang, I checked and it’s Uche. I ignore the call but she kept calling until I picked up.
Uche: Hey, why are you ignoring my call?
Me: You won’t be able to tell me that if I did not pick it. What’s the matter?
Uche: Oh Oh, are we fighting?
Me: why did you said so?
Uche: You are responding as if you never wanted my call
Me: Sorry about that, so why did you call?
Uche: Just want to say thank you for the other time.
Me: You are welcome. See you on Monday.
Uche: Wait now! I’ll also like to tell you some things you don’t know about your girlfriend.
Me: Which girlfriend?
Uche: Don’t worry, till Monday. Or should I come on Sunday?
Me: No, I’ll be busy
Uche: It’s not good now, or you come to my place, I stay alone.
Me: Why would I do that?
Uche: there are some stuffs I want to learn on computer, I just got a new Laptop
Me: Really, congratulations. I can’t come still. Bring it on Monday.
Uche: Okay just get me something while coming on Monday
Me: Uche later!
“What does she meant by what I don’t know about my girlfriend. Well she’s not my girlfriend, whatever it might be is none of my business. Besides I don’t trust this Uche of a lady”
I went home back to my Games of throne till Temmy came back. I narrated my ordeal with my supervisor, Janet an Uche to him, to which we talked and laughed about. He also told me about Funmilola, how nice she was and how she was staring at my pictures. We both went back to the movie and watched till the system’s got low and couldn’t continue because there is no power to charge it. We slept afterwards and tomorrow soon come.
It’s a norm on Saturdays to play or watch street soccer on our mini wembley pitch where we use monkey post as the goal post. I went alone with my kits as Temmy is still recovering from the injuries he sustained from the accident. We played football for almost two hours with four sets playing alternatively depending on who score the golden goal first. If there is no scorer in the range of 15min then penalty is used to separate the winner. Our type of penalty is a back heel target of a monkey post without a goalkeeper. My set sustained the playing time for four straight session before we were eliminated through the penalty. By this time I could hear the discussion going on by the sitting side of the pitch, where guys, some with their babes are only there to make jest of others and argue about professional footballers and teams, or talk politics. As I was about to sit down, one guy just shouted “Will Will, Ekun (Tiger)”. I just smile and ignore him as I am damn tired. Then another guy said “Will you try o, na you make your set last, your accuracy no be here”. Then the first guy shouted “yes o, Will na sharp shooter, as him dey shoot for field na so him dey do for room”. Everybody including myself laughed while another guy said “I used to think Will na pastor o” to which that first guy replied “pas-kini, that guy na maradona”. He stood and raise his two hands and one leg facing me saying “Baba o, owo meji feyan kan, pelese kan, kee pe o baba”. I was too tired to be responding to the guy, I was just laughing as everybody else. Besides defending myself will only make the guys start opening my profiles, either truth, misjudged or created by them. The second set to play scored and we went back to playing field and that made me escape the den of onlooker bully.
We were on the third session when I saw Temmy signaling to me from afar off o come. I left the field asking somebody to replace me.
Me: What’s up?
Temmy: It’s okay now, after 3hours
Me: Cho! Are you serious about that?
Temmy: I want us to go to town together. I need to get a drug, I’m feeling somehow.
Me: How exactly are you feeling?
Temmy: Malaria like, I’ve been feeling head ache since I woke up.
Me: So which drug do we buy now?
Temmy: I don’t even know the name, but those guys will recognize it when they see the doctor’s writing
Me: Then let me go and get it while you rest.
Temmy: No let’s go together
Me: I hope it’s truly malaria or Rachael has impregnated you? (we both laughed as he tried to kick me while I escape)
I took my bath and we both left for town to get the drugs. We bought the drugs and some other stuffs and also branch the market to get tomatoes, pepper, meat, vegetable and other requirements in order for us to make a decent soup. We went back to our lodge only to meet Uche sitting right in front of the hostel.
Uche: Oh, thank God you are here
Me: What’s wrong?
Uche: Please I’ve come with my system, let’s do my project now.
Me: But we agreed to meet on Monday now
Uche: Please I beg you, our supervisor sent me a text message this morning that I must submit unfailingly on Monday (She showed me the text)
Me: (I tried checking the time on my phone then I discovered I wasn’t with it) Temmy, you have my phone?
Temmy: Nope, I think you left it in the room
Uche: No wonder, I’ve called you several times but you weren’t picking
Me: Oh! Please what’s the time?
Temmy: Let’s say 30min after One.
Me: Uche, it means we have just 1hour, by 2:30pm I’m done
Uche: Why now?
Me: I’m going somewhere by 3pm
Uche: With Janet? I’ll beg her
Me: Not with Janet and what’s your business with that self.
I sat with her while we both edit her work. I used some of the materials I already have to re-write some paragraphs I thought were not in tune with the project topic. I also help her with Literature review and by the time we were done it was already 3pm. Meanwhile Rachael had come over to help us with the soup as Temmy wasn’t physically fit to do it and I was tied down with Uche’s project.
I ate some of the meal, dressed up and left for the school library. I got there some minutes to four which was far behind the scheduled time. I met no one at the shed except for some dudes reading at the other side of the shed. I guessed she has come and left so I tried calling her but that lady with a voice like the sound of a pile-mess won’t stop saying “the number you have dialed is switched off”. I asked the guys reading if they had been there before 3 o’clock to which they answered yes but did not see anybody at the shed since they’ve come except for passers-by. I waited for her thinkng she might have some disturbances like I had with Uche till around 5pm then I took my leave. I went home disappointed, asking myself the purpose for taking the meeting to heart in the first place. Reading my book as exam approaches should be my priority now not meeting with some fake Cinderella who couldn’t keep to promise. I don’t want to see her again self (well I’m not sure if I mean that last statement).