Fiction Stories: Dairy of a campus episode 23

Episode 23

Should I answer his call or just let him stay

away with his problems? I thought to myself. I

hung up the call after ruminating deeply. I

quickened my steps to my hall so I may at

least cook before I sleep, the time was

7:15p.m. I got to my hall to find everywhere

deserted. It was a dead silence, so unusual,

especially in a hall like mine that has an

unrepentant engagement with noise-making.

I

cared less and forged ahead to my room. At

long last, I arrived my room. I opened the door

to another surprise, Bayo. He was comfortably

lying down on my bed listening to music. I felt

like strangling him after all he has caused me.

“Bayo, aiye e o ni da!” I yelled, which means,

‘Bayo, your life won’t be successful!’

He stood up at me and questioned, “Ahn Ahn,

ewo le pe?” which means, ‘Ahn Ahn, why the

curse?’

“Do you know what you have made me go

through today?” I yelled again. “Do you know?”

“What’s it? What did you go through?” He

yelled back at me. “You left me here waiting

for you. You lied to go take your bath and off

you disappeared.”

I moved closer to him, fixed my eyes on him

and roared, “I own my life and I don’t owe you

an explanation for my actions.”

“Yes, exactl.” He was about completing his

statement when I shut him up.

“shush.” I sounded, placing my index finger on

my lips and said after his silence, “Get out!”

Bayo never hesitated, he picked up his worn

out shoulder bag and exited my room. I was

partly happy because I had Bayo off my neck

for the night and partly sad I threw away my

key to freedom. I removed my shirt, plugged

the hot plate and placed a pot of water on it.

Cooking was not allowed in the room in my

school but lazy boys like me have no time to

obey that rule. I switched on the fan and lay

on my bed to relax for a while.

I and Adaobi sat together in my room

chatting. We laughed so loud at every bit of

joke thrown. I was so happy to have her

around. She was radiant just as I last saw her.

We both sat on my bed when she jumped up

to dance for me. She twisted her waist as if it

was detached from her body. Adaobi smiled

all the while she was dancing. She stops at

intervals to certify if I was still interested. I

gladly was engrossed in her dancing styles, I

sat back like a king entertained by his

traditional dancers. My brain was mislaid

immediately Adaobi made her posterior take

part in the dancing. She really didn’t help

matters when she came closer, dancing

backwards towards me. My eyes were watery,

not for tears but from incessant and

unwavering staring at her vibrating stern. I

was almost touching her behind when she

unknowingly turned around. I swiftly

transferred the offensive hand to my head,

scratching it like I was searching for lice. She

was oblivious about my intending move. I

immediately urge her to stop dancing because

I was scared the devil may lend my body for

some seconds if she persisted. She sat down

all sweaty and tired while I stood up to get her

my towel.

“I am hungry.” She said.

“What will you like to eat?” I asked.

“Noodles will do.”

“Ok. Let me prepare it right away.”

I woke up to see my room almost on fire.

Jeez! I had slept off, leaving the hot plate

plugged. The room was already smoky. In a

flash, I reached for the currently hot pot which

has no water again in it, flung it outside the

room and turned off the hot plate. I couldn’t

endure the smoke that saturated my room so I

stayed out. What would have happened if I

didn’t wake up on time? The room would had

been on fire, I said to myself. I rushed

downstairs to buy bread and roasted meat to

eat so I won’t starve to bed; when hunger

strikes, your choice of food is limited. I happily

strolled back to my room having appeased the

hungry gods rumbling in my stomach. I was

thinking deeply about the dream I had not

quite long. I wished it was real, seeing Adaobi

once again would gladden my heart. Adaobi

was a little girl and that saddens my heart

because I can’t go beyond the limit of

friendship with her. She quite appeared older

than her age, I thought to take advantage of

that fact but where is the Adaobi herself? Far

far away, not even an iota of assurance that I

would ever see her again. Oh! My Adaobi, I

said out loud, imaginarily hugging her,

demonstrating the action.

I arrived my room to meet it without a puff of

smoke. I happily entered, bolted the door, lay

down on my bed hoping to snooze off soonest

and have a repeat of the dream. I was busy

chatting with some of my online contacts on

whatzapp, when I heard a phone ring, not my

phone. The ringtone sounded so loud to

indicate its presence in my room. I searched

my segment quickly but didn’t find anything,

the tone stopped. I shifted to Emeka’s

segment to search immediately the phone

starts to ring again. It started ringing again. I

searched all around and found it under

Emeka’s bed, it was Emeka’s phone. The call

was almost hanging up when I checked who

the caller was, Sister Grace.

TO BE CONTINUED…