Last updated on December 1st, 2023 at 03:51 pm
I disliked this course. Would have said I hate it but hate is a strong word. We just started it this semester and we would be taking it in the second semester as well. We had not even started and I was already tired. I nudged my friend, Desire dozing off beside me.
“Ahnahn, Angela.”
“Wake up, your own is to be sleeping during any class.”
“Is it my fault that the class is boring?”
“Abeg, that’s why you are sleeping.”
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“Desire, let me pass.” I couldn’t for the life of me remain in the class again. Not to exaggerate but we were over two hundred in the class, and all jampacked like sardines in a can. Even sardines now enjoyed more space in the can. I needed to get a breather outside the class.
I was barely five minutes outside when I heard, “Hello…umm, hi.” I was leaning on the railing outside the class close enough to hear the lecturer but slightly detached from the madness that was that class. I turned towards the voice and before I could say anything, he started laughing.
“You look…look like someone who lost their cat.” Funny. It took me a while to place his face, then I remembered. The fine boy from the orientation.
“That’s funny,” I replied.
“Come on, it’s a joke. I can’t believe I’m seeing you now!”
“I am as surprised as you are.”
“Wait, I feel like I need a hug.” Before I could blink, he hugged me.
“Wow, are you always this impulsive?”
“Well, no. But I have been looking for you since the orientation, this is what? A year later, and I am seeing you just like that. Crazy stuff.” I was going to tell him I also looked for him after the orientation, but I held back. Maybe it’s the introvert in me, but his attitude was a bit offputting. I managed to mumble some words and added a smile.
“You are so friendly, bamboo girl.” He replied, not moved by my countenance.
“Bamboo girl?” I am quite tall, six feet, but I have never heard anyone call me a bamboo girl.
“Just kidding. You seem irritated. Did I do something wrong?” He sounded sober and looked even cuter. I was going to reply when he continued, “I am sorry. Really sorry. Guess I’m just too excited to see you.”
“Huh, it’s fine.” Angela, can you be polite? I thought. “I am not sure we got each other’s names the other day.”
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