#wordfeastchallenge Day 10 Results for yesterdays challenge: Team Jerrida wrote Story 1 Sour Toast: 19 votes Team KennIfe wrote Story 2 Cold hands: 14 votes. Voting closes at 7am Nigerian time. I beseech you all, our esteemed voters and critics, please state a reason for your votes. We dont need the votes as much as we need your feedback.Thats the essence of the challenge in the first place. Thank you so much. Theme for today is DAMPENED EXPECTATIONS. STORY 1: SPARKS AND FIRES. ‘I love you so much, Toni’, he said with the sweetest smile that made her heart sublime. He had said that many times before and every single time he did, she had held on to those words like grim death. The wait had finally paid off. Her roommates had come home often with all manner of gifts. February 14th for her was a day to dread. Her cornermate littered her bed space with colored pastries of different flavors, extending them even to her bedside table. She’d rush in and say, ‘Toni, please can I use your space?’ and without waiting for an answer, will push her things aside and drop her cake. The meager chunks she got as reward were always so reluctantly given that last year, Toni had rejected them, claiming indigestion as her excuse. When she met Akin, however, she started to feel hopeful. It was after choir rehearsals and she had been walking to her hostel alone. She was totally oblivious of a ditch and she had fallen, quite embarrassingly. She would never forget the strong hands that reached out to her and pulled her up. Her skirt had been ripped by a stone, and he had offered his jacket. And his number. ‘Call me when you no longer need it’, he had said ever so kindly, ‘I’ll come meet you wherever you are.’ She had called and seen him, and had called almost every day afterwards. Her corner-mate had told her that if she didn’t go after him, he was going to slip-off her fingers like all the others. And she had heeded. Today, she called to see him, and standing before him, she confessed her feelings. And he smiled heartily and told her he loved her too. ‘…but as a sister.’ He added. Her heart sank. STORY 2: QUICK FEET Laptop. Sneakers. T-shirts. Jeans. Briefs. Cosmetics. Al l in place. I was making sure that I had not missed anything. I had not seen Nene since the end of the NYSC Orientation Camp two months earlier, and now she had invited me over for the weekend. Beyond the fact that she had sounded like she needed company, what made this trip more interesting was the reality that I had not got laid in months. I had found no luck in camp, the natives had not been co-operative thus far, and I had to buck that trend. I grinned mischievously as I reached for my drawer, picked the bottle of Alomo and pack of Durex, and relocated them to my backpack. Nene’s place was two local government areas away, and it took me eighty minutes to get there. I found a ‘Keke’ (tricycle) rider, described the place and paid for an exclusive ride. I was that eager. The tricycle rider apparently had little knowledge of the exact location, and by the time I alighted, I felt lost. I began to call Nene, who began to give directions. ‘Walk down to the next junction, then go left. Wait near the pharmacy. My boyfriend will pick you there.’ Boyfriend?! She had not mentioned that. What was the essence of showing up in the first place? Well I had already hit town, and I was going to see this one through. Her beau, a pale lanky fellow, soon came along. We exchanged pleasantries, and by the time we got to her room, we had bonded. “Make yourself comfortable, I am coming”, she said, walking out of the room with her man, his place their probable destination. I could not believe my fate. I looked at my backpack and shook my head.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 17:14:05 +0000