This is another story written by By Olufayo Oluwatomisin …
CAVEAT: This piece is not a child of fiction or a gift from the land of imagination. It is a true life story that happened to a dear friend @ UNN ikere campus sometimes last year. I derive so much interest in it that I sought his permission to write about it and tell it to friends and fans. He granted that permission today with two conditions: that nobody should laugh about it and that his identity should not be revealed. Enjoy.
It was one of those lovely nights at the love lane in the University of Nigeria, Ikere campus; the milieu was blessed by a mishmash of cool gentle wind and the creaking of insects. It was a romance with nature for the single gentlemen and ladies to sit quietly and savour the indescribable beauty of the ever-green lawn, jumbled with the sound of their favourite tracks that would leave one with an expression that the much talked about paradise could not be better than the moment.
As for those at the lane with their potential partners, night was obviously better than day as no amount of eye dilation could tell who
was holding who so tight. Also, the third category comprised of the searchers. The actor in this story went for a search on that lovely night; I went with him all in the spirit of comradeship.
After few minutes of survey, I was fast to recommend a beautiful lady sitting under one of the trees near Ojomu Atolagbe Ojoms Photo shop @ former motion groud. She was different, at least considering the circumstance, she did not look like someone waiting for her Romeo or searching for one. If she was, what was she doing with such a big textbook on her thighs? We walked towards her direction and sat beside her. After we said the usual “Hi” which was reciprocated by an indistinct reply, I knew she was one of those girls mummy warned against campus boys with tiny trousers. My friend then took over his business, “I am Azikwe” he said with a smile, the young lady looked up with a better and receptive smile as she replied “Did I ask you?”
Then I knew her initial smile was not near receptive, it was the type a typical Yoruba street guy would call “erin ika”. The moment I noticed the god of “toasting” was not on our side that day, I stood from my friend’s side and sat at the left side of the girl. Now, she was in the middle. I made an obvious giraffe neck into the book she was reading but I had no idea of the formulas negotiating with few English words like “force”, “space”, “energy”. It was a huge Physics text book! Till date, I still do not know where the inspiration came from but I started nodding my head as I fixed my gaze at the text book. I would look at the book she was reading for few seconds and then nod. I noticed she observed me doing that but she acted ignorant but I did not stop it. In less than 10 minutes, she looked up and asked “you know Physics?” I looked at her with a face filled with pride and refused to reply. That made her grow more inquisitive, she then faced her potential Romeo she initially shunned and asked “what
course do you people study?” He was fast to say “Pol Sci and my Friend FAYO Acounting” and then it was like our chance of surviving
the heat of the moment increased just because of that Pol and Accounting thing.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 2