MY LIFE ON CAMPUS _ Kingzpen Episode 3 TWO I fumed as I waited patiently at the door. The erotic sounds that kept coming out of my room established nasty pictures on my subliminal mind. I couldn’t tolerate the sound any longer, I turned around and rested my arms on the railing of the corridor listening to music. Why should Kofo break my heart? What was my offence? Why did she have to choose my roommate? Why on earth was she not in class? When did she decide to be wayward? These questions kept ringing on my mind simultaneously. Girls shouldn’t be allowed in the hall at this time, I guess she sneaked in, why should she? I thought to myself. I couldn’t wait to satisfy my curiousity, so I lividly knocked at the door. “Onye na-aku aka, na onu uzo nna ya otu ahau?” Emeka questioned ignorantly, which means ‘Who is knocking on his father’s door like that?’ Emeka was my nasty roommate. He was a casanova, he gallantly gave girls more attention than his studies; I can forfeit any examination to be with a lady, he jokingly said to me one faithful day. I was left in the dark to figure out the meaning of what he said. I wished I could understand and speak Igbo at that very moment. I had no choice, I knocked again. “Who’s that na?” He asked disturbed. “It’s me.” I replied furiously. “You. Who?” “Banji!” I answered aggravated. I am Olabanji Adebanjo, Banji to be concise. Friends compared me to Hulk Hogan because of my physique. Short folks tilt their neck at an angle of elavation just to gaze at me. I get easily irritated when I don’t have my way. “Jeeeez! Am coming.” Emeka shockingly replied. I could easily hear their jumbled movement trying to put things in order. I had to wait for some minutes just for him to open the door. Emeka finally came out with his slacked BYC singlet on, exhibiting his broad chest like a table tenis board. I wasn’t surprised that he was sweating because he must had been fatigued after the exercise. “Am sorry Banji.” He apologized quickly with a wink. With a vindictive look I replied almost immediately, “Be sorry for yourself.” My brain was as hot as a plugged electric iron. All I could think of was to go in and confront my so-called girlfriend. Emeka was still standing on my way, pleading continuously. “I know you are very upset. Very very upset.” He said with a cloud of pity on his face. “Why won’t I?” I interrupted harshly. “You are not a good friend. You are far from being good.” “I know. I didn’t pick up your calls when you called.” “Call? Which call?” I asked slightly mystified. “Yes. I missed two of your calls.” I was so confused, because I couldn’t recall when I dialed his number. I quickly brought out my phone to check my recent call log. Suprisingly, his number appeared as my recently dialed contact. I was still shocked, looking at the log again like an unbelievable magic. Emeka stood at akimbo, looking at me thinking deeply on a spot. I later realised I mistakenly dialed his number instead of Kofo’s. I had saved Kofo’s number as ‘Emerald’ which came immediately after ‘Emeka’ on my contact list. My impatience was the sole cause of that mistake. I was not satisfied, so I proceeded inside the room to satisfy my curiousity. Our room was a two-man room, big enough to accomodate two extra individuals. Emeka decided to demarcate the room with a big opaque curtain because of his promiscuous activities. I prayed I was wrong about Kofo’s presence in the room. I swung the curtain to the right to expose the stranger’s face for verification. She didn’t notice I was already in the room, even directly behind her, because she was already seated facing the wall, pretending to be reading a magazine. Foolish girl, who do you think you are deceiving, I almost said. I moved closer and tapped her by the shoulder. She reluctantly turned around and looked at me. I was bolted from the blue when I saw who it was. My heart skipped a beat. I wiped my face with my right palm, concentrating more on my eyes because I still couldn’t believe she was the one right before me. She felt mortified burying her head. I stood at akimbo and nodded in pity. “Sister Grace! Exco! Church! Haba!” I said, pronouncing each word with my mouth opened wide like a goalpost. I quickly covered my mouth with my palms to prevent me from saying anything nasty to her. I respected the fact that I’m not in the right position to chastise her, because she is the bible study secetary in my church fellowship. Her head was still bowed in shame, I knew she was suffering from the shock of been caught in the act. She sniffled time after time, sending a signal that she was weeping. I am so emotional; easily touched by the tears of people especially the ladies. I moved closer to her, knelt down in front of her, grabbed her head gently, and raised it up. I wondered if raising her head or kneeling before her was the reason for another set of tears. Her eyes were already cherry red due to her ceaseless tears. I tried all I could to dent the down pour of her tears but to no avail. “Sister Grace, Sister Grace, please stop crying.” I said, wiping her cheeks with my handkerchief. She sniffled and ultimately stopped crying. I was quite ecstatic at that very moment for several reasons; Sister Grace, who finally halted her tears and the most intriguing one, the fabrication of my thought about Kofo’s presence in my room. Emeka stood at a vantage point in the room, stumped at the drama we both displayed. I furiously glanced at him while patting her back to reduce the shock. “Banji, what’s wrong?” Emeka asked, “you know Grace?” “You dey mad!” I stood up and replied angrily. “Me? Sey wetin?” I moved closer and shoved him against the wall, installing my raged eyes on him. “Would you get your hands off me before I get mad at you!” He commanded with his eyes bulging out like that of a drangonfly. Banji, repect your old age and let him go else you’ll cruise around the week with a black eye, I quickily thought to myself. I gradually released my hands off him because I was quite scared of him. I shifted my attention away from him to Sister Grace who was down in the dumps. “Sister Grace, kindly come to my bed space.” I said, helping her up from Emeka’s chair. Emeka must have really dealt with her because I wondered why she was walking like an aged woman with an invisible walking stick. Emeka muttered some abusive words while we walked by him, I could barely hear them. She sat on my bed while I sat on a wooden box beside it. I once again calmed her down before persuading her to talk. I trimmed down the sound of my voice because of Emeka’s snoopy ears. “Talk to me, what’s between you and Emeka?” I asked, pointing at where Emeka was. She bursted into tears again. I suddenly got pissed, but it got me wondering what really transpired between these two folks. I really wanted to know the secret behind her tears. But Sister Grace, you enjoyed the whole moment he was on you, I said to myself. I allowed my tender heart to reign by pampering her once again; I really didn’t have that time, I was only doing that to find out the truth. I wheedled her to vomit every truth residing in her belly. She was about talking when my cell phone rang. Why was Bayo calling? I paused and asked myself. I missed his call as I was about answering it. Bayo called again, now it’s totally bizarre; Bayo hardly ever calls nor send text messages. I picked up the call and hung up in less than five seconds; ten seconds would be close to the truth. I became uneasy thereafter the call and was completely bewildered, it all seemed my day was deteriorating instead of getting better. I hastily picked up my bag and ran out of the room like a thief about to be caught. I never gave a bit of attention to Sister Grace, who was surprised about my sudden change and exit out of the room. I made use of my elongated legs, running very fast, even faster than the speed of light to my department. While running, my sandal suddenly dissevered, reducing my pace. The devil is a liar, I assured myself; the devil is always blamed for all faults, even the delibrate ones. I finally arrived at my department but belated. My course mates were already coming out of the lecture room. Some were smiling, while some knitted their brows. They had a test. I was perplexed, I felt like going offline in the real sense of life. I approached Bayo, who was also frowning out of the class. “O boy! How was the test?” I curiously asked. “That woman na idiot!” Bayo replied, “I swear she’s mad. •••Sheyifunmi•••
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