MY LIFE ON CAMPUS _ Kingzpen Episode 14 Oh My God! What have I done to deserve all these distractions? Why must this idiot knock now? I asked myself. I purposely deafened myself to the knock on the door. I completely loosened her button, exposing her soft plump pineapples engulfed in a salmon pink bra. She had already shrunk the height of my trouser to my foot, exposing the strenght of my hose, tightly packed in my fluffy pant. I was temporarily happy not to hear any knock again on my door, atleast for that time being. I quickly transfered my vibrating hand to her back, reached for the hook and eye closure and unfastened it, I did all that within seconds like a pro. Now the game was about to begin. Bang! Bang! The person knocked harder, almost brought down my door. I angrily shouted at the person. “Are you mad? Is this your father’s door? What’s your problem? Please you came at the wrong time. Kindly come back later or better still, tomorrow.” I ranted. Afterwards, Kofo tilted my head to face her, she lay flat like slate on the bed and pulled me to lie on her. What a feeling! We started kissing again to neutralize my anger that was inflated by the unknown fellow. Bang! Bang! Bang! The person knocked even harder and kept mute without any identification. I furiously pulled out of bed and matched to the door like a soldier. “You must be mad, walahi!” I said and opened the door. I almost blanked out when I saw the people standing before me, the CSO, Mr Okanlawon and two other security personnel. I suddenly became nervous, my heart was pounding. My palms became moist and my forehead and armpits dampen with perspiration. I immediately held my lips with my right hand indicating those words were a slip of tongue. The CSO had an inane look on his face which got me thinking why they came to my room. The CSO walked in. “Am mad, abi Banji? Am mad.” He giggled. “No Sir. God forbid. You can never be mad.” I said, with fear in my voice. He walked fully into my room, to my wing and saw Kofo. “Good evening Sir.” Kofo greeted and sat upright on the bed. My heartbeat reduced a little, having seen Kofo was already covered up before the CSO saw her. The CSO stood still, gazed at Kofo for some seconds which got Kofo uncomfortable so she bowed her head.I was standing right behind the CSO, who later shifted his focus to me and said, “Banji, you are involved in a murder case and you’re here messing around.” I bowed my head in shame, having nothing to say because I had exposed my acts by my response when he knocked. The CSO shook his head and continued. “When you’re supposed to be on your knees, praying to God to completely deliver you from the mess you threw yourself into.” “I’m sorry Sir.” I pleaded. The CSO was nice to me. He talked to me just like my father, who watched my every step. “Sorry for yourself. I’m not the one in problem, you are. By the way, why did you call Emeka’s number some minutes ago?” “Me? Call? Me call Emeka? When?” I asked, surprised. “Are you Ok? You mean you didn’t dial his number at all?” The CSO asked. “I didn’t sir.” I cockily replied. “Ok fine. We would know the liar between me and you.” He said. “Okanlawon!” “Sir!” Mr Okanlawo rushed inside, stood at attention and saluted. “Give me that mobile phone.” “Here sir!” Me Okanlawon replied and gave the phone to the CSO. The CSO, for some seconds went through the phone and finally handed it over to me. I looked at the screen of the phone to see my name and number on the missed call log. I was totally flabbergasted, then wondered for some seconds when I did. Oops! I gave Sister Grace my phone to call Emeka, I recalled. The CSO stood and gazed at me as if I did what Hitler didn’t do, waiting patiently for my reply. “Ehm- ehm Sir. I did. My pocket did. My pocket mistakenly did.” The CSO laughed and said, “Banji Banji. You and lying have finally wedded. Congrats anyways.” “I’m not lying Sir.” I said with a fake innocent look. Have heard. We are not here for that.” He said. “We are to evacuate Emeka’s belongings.” “Ok Sir.” “Where are his things?” “Over there Sir.” I replied, pointing to Emeka’s wing. The CSO ordered Mr Okanlawon and the two other security personnel to pack Emeka’s belongings out of the room to the van they parked downstairs. Emeka’s wardrobe was forcefully opened, then they parked all his belongings. I missed Emeka all the while they did the evacuation because seeing his belongings gave me a sense of his presense. I boldly let that feeling go quickly. They had finished and were set to go. “Go have a swell time with your girl.” The CSO said with a wink. I smiled and said, “Thank you very much sir.” He was about leaving the door, he turned around almost immediately and saw me jumping for joy, winking and licking my lips at Kofo, who sat on the bed. “Aids is real. Play safe.” He whispered. I’m a professional player, I will enjoy every bit of it to the fullest, I assured myself. “Thank you sir.” I said and smiled. It was 6:45 P.M. already. Everywhere presently dark. My room now looked big and spacious, spacious enough to kiss all around. Kofo winked at me, unbuttoned her blouse so we may continue from where we stopped. I was so in the mood, ready to eat her as fast as I eat indomie. I quickly removed my shirt as Kofo moved closer to me. The heat of the engagement was immediately turned on. I moved closer to her, engulfed her around my arms and kissed her zealously. My hands travelled round her body, hitting some bumps along the way. Even as my mouth was lost in her mouth, I pushed her towards the bulb’s switch and turned off the light to transit us to the next realm. Ring! Ring! My phone rang but I paid no attention to it. Callers should better hold their peace, atleast for this moment to pass, I almost said. Ring! Ring! My phone rang out loud again, mixing with the sound of Kofo’s moaning which wasn’t pleasant; I loved to hear her moan, it indicates how well I do my job. I grabbed my phone with a less busy hand, and I was about to switch it off when I realised it was my mother calling. Should I pick it up or should I finish with my current project?. My brain couldn’t give an accurate answer to those questions my mind popped out and Kofo didn’t help matters as well. She was almost reaching for my nozzle because her car was jerking, signaling the need for fuel. My mum on the other hand, was a woman I can’t joke with because she had been through life for me. I decided to multitask like an iphone, allowing Kofo continue the game while I answer my mother’s call. “Hello Ma!” I said. “Ma?! Daddy! No! Impossible!” The phone unconsciously dropped from my hand. I woozily glided to the floor while Kofo quickly switched on the light. Even Kofo’s unclad body couldn’t resuscitate my weak nozzle. My nozzle was totally frosty, enervated and shy. Kofo was surprised about my mood swing. She sat on the floor, right beside me, then threw her left hand around my neck. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned. “Talk to me. Why change your mood?” I wanted to talk but words stuck up in my throat. I tried but to no avail. I tried even harder, my mouth was opening but no words came out, I was temporarily dumb. Kofo tilted my neck to her right, just to get my eyes fixed into hers and said, “Banji, talk to me please. You’re getting me scare. Am I not good enough?” I pondered on those words years after that day, ‘Am I not good enough?’ And I wondered how girls think. It’s not always about you girl, It’s about me. I said to myself. Kofo looked at me and was frustrated by my mysterious silence. She paused for some seconds with her eyes still fixed into mine, waiting for my transient dumbness to be healed. She was disenchanted. Kofo stood up on her feet, reached for her blouse and got set to leave. She walked and stood in front of me. My head was bowed in pain, my tears had already designed the floor and my mucus going in and out of my nose as I sniffled. I only noticed her shadow that darkened the patch I sat and her blue jean which rested on her tawny moccasin. “Banji! Since you have decided to keep mute, I’m out of here. Call me as soon as you feel like talking.” She sadly said. Kofo opened the door and stepped out. “MY FATHER IS DEAD!” I screamed and cried out loud. I laid down on the floor, crying bitterly. I felt my life had stopped. I hated myself, cursed my birthday and almost hating God. Why must You take him now? Why God? Why?” I thunderously yelled, pointing to the ceiling, directed to God. “Why did You allow me go through all these rigors and pains? I thought You’re a merciful God. Yes, You are but why me? Why me? Why me?!” I sensed someone opening the door gently so I quickly turned my head to the its direction to take a glimpse at the person. It was Kofo. She was already in tears as she walked in, bolted the door and sat on the floor with her legs jointly stretched out, placing my head on her laps. I cried even more at her kindhearted gesture. Kofo, was a girl every good guy deserved. She wept as if it was her father who just died and yet she consoled me not to, cleaning my tears with her palm as they forcefully came out. Kofo brought out a handkerchief from her bag which she used to clean my sticky nose. She petted me just as a mother would do her crying baby; she just can’t give me orange to suck at that time as a mother would do at anytime for her baby, even in a commercial transit. My tears were drying up little by little and my groaning died down drastically. Kofo kept crying profusely, even after I had stopped or better still reduced my tears. That got me wondering why was that. Asking her why she was crying sounded rash to me but I had no choice. I summoned courage to ask. “KofoLove, why are you still crying? You have asked me to stop crying and I did so why are you?” That question geared Kofo’s tears to another level. She cried out loud than ever before which signalled there was something she was shrouding. “Kofo, come on talk to me. I’m here for you. Talk, please talk to me. Say anything.” I persuaded. I stood up, then I carried Kofo with the fourty percent strenght I had left to my bed; fourty percent gone into ceaseless weeping while the rest twenty percent gone into erogenous activities superintended by Sister Grace and Kofo. I patted her back to calm her down from her flowing tears. “KofoLove, can you please talk to me.” Thank goodness! She finally spoke. “Banji, am sorry to have kept this away from you all the while.” “Just talk. Say it” I cut in. She wiped her tears with the back of her palm, cleared her throat and bowed her head in sorrow. “Banji, my dad and my mum are late.” He said and sniffled. I was extremely shocked. My mouth was opened wide for some seconds, finding it difficult to believe. “Kofo, tell me you’re joking. Please tell me.” I said, shifting closer to her. “Am serious, Banji. They both died in an car crash. The same day.” She said. Kofo later managed to throw poorly formed smiles to complement her painful efforts to dowse her tears. I became so cold and stiff like a frozen fish, words could barely come out of my mouth. “Do you mind telling me the whole story, how it happened?” She was about talking when my phone rang. It was a strange number. I was scared to answer it, looked at Kofo, who immediately gave me a wink to pick it up. I did. “Hello? Please who’s speaking?” I said. “Sir?! Who? My Mother?!” My life was rewound few minutes backward, just to feel almost the same pain. Shocked, the phone slipped off my hand again. Then I realised the devil had signed up as my life coach. I found it difficult to breath with my nose so I opened my mouth to breath freely. I was breathing heavily. Kofo shifted closer to me. “Banji, what happened again? Who called?” “Our Landlord.” I muttered with tears dribbling down my cheeks. “What did he say? What happened to your mum? Talk to me.” She curiously asked. “My mum just experienced an episode of syncope.” “Episode of syncope? Is that a movie? Or what?” She asked, confused. A part of me laughed while the other halve was still bitter. “It means, she just fainted.” I explained. She covered her mouth with her hands, shocked and later said, “Oh my God! What are we going to do now?” I checked the time, it read 7:30 P.M. I laid flat on the bed and sighed. “She has been rushed to the hospital. I’ll go check her tomorrow.” “You’ll have to travel home? Ha! That’s pretty far.” She said, concerned. “Yes, I have no choice. She is all I got now.” I said, with a saturated eyes. Then, I will go with you.” She confidently uttered. I was dumbfounded by her response, stunned by her kind gesture and amazed at her love for me. If I looe you, it’s my fault and I deserve to be punished, I almost said. “Are you serious?” I asked, still surprised. She nodded in affirmation and said, “Yes, I’m.” I felt so loved. I swiftly wiped out my tears with my shirt to appreciate her. I stared at her, she gazed back at me. I smiled, she smiled too. “Tell me your story.” I said. “Banji, please I don’t want to reopen my wound.” She pleaded. I was adamant, I insisted. “Tell me. If the wound opens, I gat a first aid box here to treat it.” I jokingly said. “Tell me, I want to know.” “Ok. Fine.” After all was said, I understood what Kofo meant by wound. It actually wasn’t a wound but a fracture, a complicated one at that. I could imagine it all: Kofo, being the baby of the house out of four siblings, had the whole affection poured on her like rain. She was the Josephine of her house; just that she had no multicolored robe like Joseph and she rarely dreams, far from even interpreting one. She wasn’t born with a silver spoon nor a wooden spoon, in fact, she had no spoon in her mouth. Kofo was from a comfortable average family. Her father, a sailor, who spend most of his days on the sea and one out of ten of it at home with his family. “My dad is away so he won’t make it to the P.T.A meeting, Sir.” Kofo said to her teacher, her SS1 teacher. “Your mum?” The teacher asked. “She’s busy too.” Kofo’s mother was a banker. She worked from dawn to dusk everyday, sparing Saturday for her laundries and Sunday for God and her kids. The bad would be bad and the good would be good, was the story among Kofo and her siblings: Jide, Dare and Bisi. Jide was the first-born and a pain in the butt of his parents. He had been admitted into three different universities at different years but was withdrawn for academic incompetence twice and misconduct, the last. He wasn’t ready to learn or improve; he succedded in visiting three different campuses like a musician on campus tour; in, this minute and out, the next. After lots of frustration by his parents, he decided to increase the heat of his defiance by indulging in smoking, drinking and womanizing. He did all that in secret though because he mustn’t be caught by Kofo, who will definitely shushu to their parents. Unlike some girls, Kofo couldn’t spell condom correctly as an SS1 student, let alone have the knowledge of its use. “Kofo!” Jide called, stretching some money to her. “Go to Clement’s shop, tell him I said he should give you fighting gloves.” “Bro, you wanna fight? With who?” Kofo nosily asked. “Get out of here and do as I asked you.” Jide shouted at her. She rushed out of the house to get fighting gloves and before she returned, Jide had sneaked his fighting mate into his room, but the person happened to be a lady; fighting temptation with the help of a glove, glove with just one opening and wasn’t meant for the hand, leg or head, wondered where. Kofo heard them laughing out loud like people watching a comedy movie, from his room. “Bro Jide! I’m back O.” She shouted at Jide’s door. Jide came out, already breathing very fast like someone that just alighted from a roller-coaster, then collected the glove from Kofo. “Don’t come close to this door and if Dare returns, tell him to stay back until I come out. I’m busy in the room.” Kofo inquisitively asked, “Egbon, ki le n se?” which means, ‘Brother, what are you doing?’ He hissed. “Ask google.” He said and went into his room. Not quite long, Kofo heard the results of effective punches from Jide’s room. “Uhhhmmmm... Yeeeeeeeeah! Yeeeeeeaaaah! That’s it! Hit me! Harder baby! Harder!” A female voice protruding out of Jide’s room. Kofo tiptoed to Jide’s door to peep through the keyhole, but was disappointed because Jide had blocked it with the key. At all at all na him bad pass” Kofo muttered. She wanted to get the whole details of the fighting competition, so as to download it for their parents. She placed her left ear to the door, eavesdropping their conversation; since she couldn’t watch the match live, she chose to listen to the audio commentary. “This girl, you won’t kill me for my mama. Ooooooouchh! Easy! Hmmmmmm! Yeah! Slooooooowwwwwly.” Jide sounded. “Ouuuuucccchh! Yes Yes Yes!” “You’re so sweet girl. In fact when I get to London, I will buy you shoe. Ooooooouch! Yeah! When I get to shoe, I will buy you London.” Jide said. Kofo chuckled but quickly covered her mouth with her hands. I laughed as well. Men and their empty promises, Women and their fish-brain not to differentiate a lie and a promise. ‘When I get to London, I will buy you shoe. When I get to shoe, I will buy you London.’ Does that make any sense? Girls, does it? Don’t be fooled, men say alot of gibberish when they are fighting with you, I said to myself as she continued. There was a dead silence in the room. No voice or sound was heard but still Kofo’s unrelenting ear was gummed to the door like refrigerator magnet. Kofo was shocked and almost fainted when Jide’s door opened suddenly. •••Sheyifunmi•••
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 12:27:07 +0000
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