The University Village Part 24

If you missed part Twenty Four, read it HERE!!!
They kept arguing before Femi agreed to pee using the bathroom toilet. On getting back to the room, he had already pee on himself with little drops of urine evident on his chinos trouser. This was only the beginning of his trips. Just then, he began twerking his Buttocks while professing his love for nicki minaj by imitating her dance moves in the anaconda music video. Farooq cared less about his predicament as he fell to the floor rolling in laughter. Azeez then advised him to relax on the bed and stop moving about as that would enable him gain relief easily which he obliged to. It was no longer time for mind games, he accepted defeat knowing that he was indeed high. But Farooq wasn’t satisfied, he wanted the fun to continue.
Farooq then changed his voice to that of a fierce monster, as he attempted to sound like lucifer.
“Femi, Femi, Femi!! This is the voice of satan the devil, you’re being called from the underworld. Sadly, you’ve failed the test of morality, you’re no longer fit to continue existing as a human, hence, I’m revoking your soul to the place where you rightly belong. Come!! Come!! Come!!” Farooq said laughing widely.
Femi yipped in fear thinking he was hallucinating. The voice of farooq kept repeating in his head, and he thought the devil was actually calling on him. Suddenly, he squeezed himself firmly towards the wall, sprawling his hands awkwardly whilst trying to wade himself against any evil agent wanting to take him to the underworld.
“Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire!!” Femi thundered repeatedly. He began scratching his body saying he was in hell-fire, then he started confessing all his sins and begged God for forgiveness and said to himself inwardly that should God deliver him from that mess, he would become a born-again christian and never indulge in sinful activities anymore, or so he felt.
At that instance, it seemed as though he fell into a quick trance where he saw himself being hurled into a deep hole without an ending. His head kept spinnig around in an anti-clockwise manner as he delve into the darkest part of the hole. Finally, he fell to the end, but the place was so dark that he couldn’t see himself. He could only move around using his head and hands while his feet were stretched upwards. A dim light suddenly appeared from no where and interrupted his thought, then he could see sparingly, the hole was filled with rats and monster spiders which hung on various webs. The experience was terrifying, Femi was sweating enormously with his heart beating twice faster, he saw the rats approaching towards him in group with their eyes illuminating in the dark. Femi was very scared, he thought the worst couldn’t happen but he was dead wrong. A gaint cloak figure accompanied the rats staring frantically at him, the cloak figure was shapeless and tall with two horns hanging on its head. The strange gaint then squatted and its physique could be very visible this time. It had three huge eyes with few teeth on its mouth and a tiny nostril. The cloak gaint slowly stretched its hands forwards trying to grab Femi then a mighty whirlwind appeared and wrapped around him, before leaping him drastically back to the room where he saw Azeez and Farooq still laughing. They seemed oblivious about his encounter with a strange gaint. At that point, he concluded that it was game over for him, had he knew that the food was spiced with weed in the first place, he would have bluntly rejected the offer, but now he would live to regret his action.
“Madness loading…..80%” Azeez blurted laughing sheepishly. Indeed, he was having alot of fun, as that was the highest trips he had experienced from someone who was bragging that weed couldn’t have any effect on him.
“I don maya, I don maya oo, I don turn majek fashek!!” Femi muttered lovely above his voice, he sprung up shortly and headed for the door, he tried to unlock it but his efforts were rendered frutile. Femi then rushed towards the window protector and tried to pull it down with the last strength he had. Seeing that there was no hope, he started shouting and wailing for help, while repeating the words that he was about to run mad.
Azeez tried to hold him back but instead, Femi engaged him in a brawl, that was when they knew that his case had gotten out of hand, it was no longer a laughing matter. Farooq soon joined Azeez and quickly held his mouth before he would implicate them. They both bundled him to the bed and conditioned him to sleep which is even worst than him catching the trips. Fortunately, Farooq and Azeez were only helping him to regain quick relief by allowing him to misbehave and mis-yarn, as that would enable him become sane easily. But since water don pass garri, na to allow him sleep sure pass.
Femi complained that he was catching a cold, Farooq then covered him with a thick blanket and cautioned him to avoid talking and just sleep. Farooq was really scared to the bone as he never thought the weed could react so badly on him.
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 23

 If you missed part Twenty Two, read it HERE!!!
The grudge between Ibrahim and Femi started long ago when they both realized that they slept with the same girl in the department. It wasn’t entirely a big deal since the girl was a cheerful giver, but Ibrahim blew it out of proportion knowing that Femi slept with her when he obviously knew he was already pressing buttons before him, which kind of belittle his standard as a suppose abj big boy. Ever since then, Ibrahim had always wanted to get back at Femi, and upon realizing that Ayo was very close to Femi, he decided to strike.
Femi sluggishly stood up for Ayo to enter the space he had reserved for her, and while doing so, she hugged him in the process but Femi acted indifferent as he barely reciprocated the gesture, she could deduce that he was unhappy about what recently happened between her and Ibrahim but neither of them said anything.
Silence ensued afterwards and just then, Mr. Bello Arome made a ghost appearance as he stormed the lecture theatre in commando style, and then he clossed the two adjacent doors which served as the only entrance into the classroom. The boisterous classroom suddenly became calm and co-ordinated. Dozens of students who came a second late and others who had stepped outside to get something were unable to get back inside. The aggrieved students stood outside hoping that the lecturer would change his mind, but to no avail.
Mr. Bello started the lecture by telling one of his boring cöck and bull story about his university days as an undergraduate, and how students were very serious with their studies unlike now in our own dispensation. This wasn’t unusual as he was fond of gisting for about an hour, whist using the remaining one hour to lecture. Most times, he seldomly completes his core course and then ask students to read on their own. To make issues worst, he set out to conduct an impromptu test that moment, which entails about 30 marks while others outside were deprived of writing the continuous assessment. This didn’t go down well with some male students numbering about five, they banged the classroom door furiously and attempted coming inside, Mr. Bello Arome quickly rose to the occasion and jammed the door back before giving them a stern warning to back off. The students were unsatisfied as one of them pushed the entrance door opened yet again, which saw the stunned lecturer moving backward in shock as he almost tripled to the ground. The other guys acted quickly, then, the remaining students started flooding inside in their numbers, while Mr. Bello Arome stood agap without reacting. After everyone had successfully gotten inside; he dropped the bombshell saying that unless those five guys were singled out, the next time they would see him would be on the day of examination, and then he walked out of the lecture theatre.
The whole place was thrown into tantrum, some students were displeased as they registered their displeasure by lamenting how the lecturer was going to fail students purposely, while others were scared that the action taken by those mischievous students spelt doom. Then, people started departing the classroom in a distasteful mood while others stayed back to see the last of the issue.
Femi complained bitterly having escaped a possible carry-over of a course administered by the lecturer during his hundred level. Ayo was quite inquisitive and perplexed not knowing much about the lecturer, as a direct-entry student.
The class rep was immediately summoned concerning the issue, and after series of intensive discussions and cajoling, the five guys who were the prime students that initiated the onslaught decided that they would pay a courtesy visit to the lecturer, to apologize to him specially, in order not to jeopardize the efforts of hundreds of innocent students who were not guilty.
After the meeting had ended, everyone were a bit relieved since they had concluded to visit the lecturer. Femi then suggested to Ayo that they go to a chilling spot to eat lunch. They walked outside the classroom towards the ‘7up centre and got seated. Femi ordered for snacks and beverages which were the only items sold there. After eating to their satisfaction, they left the store, and Femi began escorting her back to the hostel. Just before she walked inside the hostel, Femi braced himself up and asked her to be his girlfriend, he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t turn down his request, but to his utmost surprise, Ayo complained about not being ready for a relationship since she was still a new student and then implored him to be a bit patient if he truly loved her. Femi’s high expectation suddenly dropped to the lowest minimum. Disappointment was written all over his face but he pretended not to be sad. He didn’t counter her decision, instead, he made her see reasons why they shouldn’t just be friends anymore, but lovers. Ayo acknowledged everything he had done for her but still insisted that he give her some time to think about the request….
However, Femi gave her the benefits of doubt, and didn’t bugged her afterwards. He bid her farewell while she entered the hostel. Femi then mounted a bike and headed to his apartment. On getting to his room, he seemed fatigued, saying he was depressed would be an understatement. Ayo’s refusal to accept his proposal still came as a shock to him. Patience couldn’t have been the case, since he had been patient enough before popping the question which made her excuse seemingly invalid. He laid down on his bed pondering and trying to decipher where he got it all wrong but he just couldn’t figure it out.
At that moment, he left his room and headed to his neighbours’ room where he met Azeez and Farooq devouring a plate of beans garnished with green leaves.
“Femo! How far na?” Azeez said.
“Baba I just dey here dey patch patch myself together.” Femi replied.
“You na boss naw, so how that your Jackie Appiah girlfriend.” Farooq said referring to Ayo. This was because she actually looked like the ghanian actress, except that she doesn’t have big eyes.
“Na her mata carry me come here sef.” Femi said.
“Wetin dey sup?” Azeez enquired.
“Hmmm…. Na long story.”
“Anyway before you begin tell us wetin hapun, come make we cha dis food together first.” Farooq blurted. He prolly never liked Ayo for no reason whatsoever.
Femi obliged and joined then to eat the sumptuous looking beans. A wrong move which was about to change his life forever……
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 22

If you missed part Twenty One, read it HERE!!!

During the course of their discussion, Femi revealed that Ayo was staying with him for the time being, and that she was trying to secure a space in the hostel. Bishop who knew the hostel governess had called her immediately, informing her that he had a special candidate, hence, she should reserve a space for her. As per connection, Ayo was later allocated a space at “Inikpi girls hostel” without following the erratic but stressful hostel balloting process which wasn’t a guarantee that one would ether be given a space or not. Ayo was very gleeful. Alas! She would have to relocate finally to the hostel the following week. Femi had really been a great source of help to her, and she could barely thank him enough.


It was indeed a moment of joy as everyone was in a good mood. Femi who kept seducing Ayo with sweet talks. Bishop who was yabbing Femi stylishly for having such a beautiful friend as Ayo. Skipo who didn’t for once stop adding seasoning to the soup by cracking endless jokes. And finally Ayo who was flattered as she kept grinning endlessly.
It was a perfect loved-up scenario, and with the way things had turned out to be, Femi was now certain that he had found the perfect girl of his dreams, and nothing or anybody could come between them, or so he thought……
The best and most beautiful moments in life are those spent together with friends, family, and basically loved ones in general. A true test of friendship supersedes all odds because the memories accumulated over a period of time will continue to linger in your heart.
Barely twenty minutes before the time slated for the commencement of yet another fixed lecture by the dreaded Mr. Bello Arome, students had already clouded the entire Idachaba Lecture theatre II, while others had to stand when they could not find any seat to utilize. Mr. Bello Arome was indeed a very strict lecturer in the department of sociology, kogi state university. He is knowned for purposely refusing to attend classes on the days stiputlated on the time-table, but would always fix lectures at his own convinience, and failure to attend attracts penalty. Bad attitude as he was fondly called by students which represent the first two initials of his name, was familiar by many with his principles which includes; no phone ringing during class, no side-talk, no going-out and coming-in, amongst many others. Also, no student is allowed to miss any of his classes, as he would always take down attendance, ensuring that nobody gets to sign for another person absent, his possible action being that he may use the attendance list as continuous assessment, and should his record show that a student missed classes about five times in a semester, that student would not be allowed to write the examination. He could be linked to a dare-devil because of his so-called bad attitude which had made him infamous and hated by many un-serious students.
It had been a month since lectures had commenced, while some students were re-united with their course-mates after returning from the long mid-break, others had made new friends especially with the direct-entry students who were newly admitted. Ayo had made quite a number of new friends, though, Femi still remained her best-friend in the department. The both of them were very close to the extent that people actually thought they were dating.
On that specific day, Ayo had came late for lecture, whilst she walked into the lecture theatre, Femi who was seated at the extreme row of the classroom sighted her promptly and beckoned at her with a hand gesture, he had reserved a seat for her. Ayo got the drift and began approaching him gleefully, she was glad that she won’t have to stand for the two hours of the lecture, she had barely walked through the middle of the stairs when Ibrahim blocked her on the way and began throwing advances towards her, she tried walking away from him non-chalantely but he swiftly held her hand and dragged her backward. Ayo seemed uninterested in whatever he had to say, albeit, she didn’t protest much, still, Ibrahim wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t the first time he had approached her in such manner, though she kept turning down his flows, but Ibrahim was hell-bent on including her to the number of girls whom he had sampled in the department. As though blocking her way wasn’t enough, he moved his hand towards her hair and began twirling it in a romantic way, this singular act got Femi really furious as his heart-beat increased two times faster, his legs shaking vigorously and blood vessels pumping through his veins sporadically. Femi composed himself and suppress his wrath not wanting to create a scene knowing that the consequences of his reaction would definitely lead to his rustication from school.
Ayo forcefully removed his hand from her hair and walked away from him disguistingly. Ibrahim felt embarrassed but he had no worries, since he had dealt with more tougher girls in the past but they later succumbed, hence, her case was nothing but a small challenge. He scornfully observed as she walked towards Femi while trying to shade his embarrassment with a sinister smirk.
Femi feigned ignorance when he saw her coming as though he hadn’t been watching the drama, his heart-beat had suddenly began to subside. He probably wouldn’t have reacted inwardly should it be some guy who had approached her, but for the fact that it was Ibrahim, everything was wrong.
Ibrahim is the son of a popular business mogul based in Abuja. The people who knew him down to the marrow had revealed how he steals his father’s money to live a lavish lifestyle. ‘I.B Money’ as he was dubbed by friends was a kind of celebrity wannabe who changes expensive phones and wears the best designer in town. Ibrahim spends ostentatiously on the ladies in a bid to get them laid, hence, they kept flocking around him. Rumours had it that he had slept with most girls in the department, and Femi even confirmed one of those tales from a reliable source, since he had also slept with the same girl who was a renowned olosho sharing her veejay to every John, Joystick, and Harry, so long the guy had some cash to spoil her. Though that happened long ago, even before he met Ayo, and he had since stopped womanizing, or so he felt..
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 21

If you missed part Twenty, read it HERE!!!
Sunday is inargueably the most interesting day of every week. Reason being that, a large number of people have stipulated that day as an avenue for fun seekers to satisfy their unending urge for social activities and escapades. Especially the younger generations, while in the religious angle, it as a day set aside as sabbat for christians to worship their maker.
On this particular sunday, unlike ever other sundays, Femi was particularly interested to attend church service eventhough he never liked the idea of attending church, insisting that he was a christian but not a gullible church goer. The rational behind his decision was however not far fetched. This is because, a man is likely to act diligent in all his doings, especially when there is a woman at his watch. Since they began staying together about a week ago, Ayo had really influenced Femi, though positively, which had also made him more responsible, thereby, living up to expectations.
Femi gracefully stepped out of his room wearing only a “Banana island.” brand boxer. He was welcomed by his neighbours who began hailing him in different aphorism. Amongst them were Azeez and his mischievous roommate, Farooq. The both of them were “gyming up” that early morning, carrying different patterns of body weights and engaging in physical exercion. This was, however, a usual routine for them, as they made it a point of duty to always work out. After exchanging pleasantries, Femi had walked closer to them and joined in the exercise. Azeez and Farooq had sinced settled their differences.
About five minutes later, Ayo who was clad in a night gown ran towards Femi happily, she was holding two separate clothes and came to enquire which one would be more appropriate for her to wear to the service. Notwithstanding the fact that she kept on calling him “Baby” coupled with a s*xy** filtered voice which sent tongue wagging while others resolved to envy.
Femi choosed the dress which he loved the most, and then she cat-walked back to the room, purposely shaking her Buttocks on display, which seemed to attract everyones attention. Almost immediately, Farooq gave Femi a “Married man” kind of look coupled with a sinister smile. Azeez collaborated as they both took turn to make jest of him playfully for cohabitating. Femi whose head nearly exploded due to blushing feigned ignorance and tried to change the topic.
“Make una continue dey whine me naw, wen una suppose go dress up make we attend church together.” Femi said with a pinch of sarcasm knowing fully well that they were both muslims.
“No be only church, I go follow go Israel for pilgrimage.” Azeez responded with a bigger sarcasm.
On a normal day, both Azeez and Farooq rarely went to mosque, let alone going to a church.
Femi was carried away by the physical exercion that he plunged deeply into the time slated for the first service holding at Redeemed christian fellowship (RCF) which is situated at the entrance towards “University Village.” He later resolved to attend the second service.
After alot had been said and done, Femi left both Azeez and Farooq to continue with the gyming, while he headed back inside to get ready for church. Ayo was already dressed before he got inside, and when he was done, they both left the house together.
The second service of Redeemed christian fellowship was overly populated on that specific sunday. Apparently, the members who attended the first service had stayed back to attend the second, as the second service was cancelled in replacement of a “Love event” which was organised by a group in collaboration with the church. The auditorium was filled to the brim as few seats remained to accommodate other members. Femi and Ayo arrived the church and walked in majestically, standing side by side holding hands, as those who cared to stare, kept feeding their eyes. Bishop sighted them from afar and waved towards them to join him at the back where he was seated, he pleaded with an usher friend to bring along two chairs and with necessary adjustment, they were able to secure sitting positions. The theme for the programme was entitled: “Choosing the right partner.” It kicked off perfectly with beautiful musical presentation from the delectable choir. Everyone seemed elated as the congregation who were mainly youths sang along. The guest speaker highlighted on the shortcoming of many christian relationships stressing the problems and possible solutions. Ayo interestingly payed keen attention to every single word the speaker said, and mid-way into the event, her countenance slightly changed into a moody state, and Femi promptly noticed it.
After the programme had ended, Bishop asserted that they go to his lodge, since Femi had refused visiting him for a while, not wanting any of his drama, Femi obligied and without hesitation they went to his lodge. Getting to his apartment, Skipo also came visiting not long after they entered the room, he was meeting Ayo for the first time….
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 20

If you missed part Nineteen, read it HERE!!!

The following morning, after a long night of untold emotional attractions, a new day broke into a haven for endless possibilities.
The home theatre beeped suddenly, causing the album to commence playing in a rapid succession. The standing fan soon picked-up, with its blade rolling gradually from a lower to a higher pace. It only meant that PHCN had restored the long forsaken electricity. The music blaring hysterically finally put a halt to the slumber which seemed like it was going to last forever.
Femi pricked his eyes in reaction to the boisterous music; then, he turned to Ayo who also woke up promptly. Femi then stood up staggerly to lower the volume of the song, and then inquired from Ayo how her night had been. Gleeful she was, as she responded with a pretty smile. Thereafter, she arranged the mattrass, spreading the bed-cover nicely and then headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for their eating pleasure.
After a while, she stepped out from the kitched with a jug of hot tea on her left hand, and a sliced bread on the right. They began eating shortly, but not after they had collectively brushed their teeth using the same toothbrush.

Femi was amazed that they could both blend together easily despite knowing each other for only a short period of time. His likeness for her grew geometrically, and he was pretty sure that she was the right girl for him, with the hope that nothing could come between the both of them.
They got talking and engaged in personal conversations. It was a moment of truth as they both dug out their past relationships, and likely factors that possibly triggered the break-ups. Most bothering on issues of trust, pride, insecurity, ego-centrism, cheating amongst others. Each giving detailed explanations about their personality and temperament. Eventually, they both seemed to share alot in common, which connotes with the notion that “Likes attracts likes.”
Ayo seemed interested in knowing more about Femi, as she listened with rapt attention whenever he had something up his sleeves to share. Nonetheless, she kept seducing him with her cute eyes, which made it seem as though she wasn’t paying attention to their conversation in the first place.
It could be said that they both had feelings for one another, but it was only a matter of time before Femi would take the bull by the horn to profess his undying love to her.
At a point, it didn’t appear as though Ayo was that girl who was homeless the previous night, as she completely acted like someone without any worries. Indeed, she was in safe hands. And on the other hand, Femi wasn’t entirely the kind of guy who would make a lady to feel uncomfortable, or uneasy as he could pretend to be a gentleman whenever he deemed it fit, provided she meet up to a certain standard of decency and charisma.
Sooner than later, as the music continued playing, Ayo sprung up swiftly from the bed where she was seated, and challenged Femi to a dance, after increasing the volume of the song, which literally, was her favourite dancehall.
After series of rejection, Femi compromised to the pressure having battled the dancefloor with her by displaying his best dance moves including the much publicized “Shoki dance.” which was far from impressive as Ayo flawlessly outdid his every move. Not contented, despite having won, she proceeded to giving him a serious lap-dance that got him sweating profusely. In the end, they both had a nice time dancing intimately with enormous desterity and energy. As nature would have it, the song shuffled to another genre of music dubbed blues, the track playing was the mouth-watering and romantic hit single from the enigmatic artiste John Legend titled “All of me.” Magically, they both paused, staring at each other frantically, straight into the eyes, to what seemed like a kiss. Gradually, they drew closer by the second, but only retracted their lips when they were only few inches apart. The duo feigned ignorance to the beautiful but lossed moment, then Femi apologized shortly, as if strucked with guilt. It would most likely seem as though he was trying to take advantage of the privilege which he had offered her.

Femi then confided in her that she could relocate to his place, if she wasn’t comfortable staying with her roommate anymore, pending when she would be able to secure accommodation.
Later that morning, Ayo had gone back to her lodge with full hope that her roommate could expatiate thoroughly on the rationale surrounding her action. But after questioning the roommate, she showed little or no concern, and that degenerated into a heated argument between the both of them.
Ayo was very disappointed in her nonchalant behaviour, as she had obviously taken the roommate as her own sister, unknowily, that she could be so mean. At the end of the day, she had to pack her luggage and belongings and then moved in fully with Femi.
An impromptu decision that was indeed a step in the right direction..
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 19

If you missed part Eighteen, read it HERE!!!
In a perfect situation, when a man becomes hyper-sensitive to the antiques of a woman; it could only mean one thing. He has fallen in love..
Femi jolted out of his thought, and cleared his throat as he answered the call, but then silence spoke from the other end. The silence lasted a little longer and suddenly, the line went dead. Femi became very worried, as he sensed trouble, considering the fact that he had called her earlier that evening, hence – for her to call him back at that particular time meant something was definitely wrong. Femi dialled her number thereafter, and she picked at the first ring, her voice could be heard this time; but she was speaking very slowly with a faint tone, as though shivering.
“Hello! How you doing, hope you’re fine?” Femi blurted immediately.
“I’m not fine. I’m really in a bad situation right now and you’re the only one who I could talk to. I hope you don’t mind.” She said with a tiny voice.

“What’s the problem?, Talk to me!!”
“My roommate locked me outside, and I’m alone, all by myself. I’m really scared!!” Ayo lamented.
“You don’t mean it. Where are you now?” Femi enquired.
“I’m sitting on a lone bench outside my lodge.”
“You know what, just stay where you are. I’ll be with you shortly.” Femi quickly dashed out of his room in the speed of light, and mounted a bike to “Royal’s Garden” which wasn’t too far from his own lodge.
About three minutes later, he arrived at the lodge and met her sitting close to a kiosk, she used her arms to cover her chest as though suffering from a cold. Femi walked closer and sat beside her. Ayo looked downcasted as she could barely stare into his face. Femi then removed his pull-over to cover her body and enquired what happened that she was locked outside. It appeared that the lady who she was squatting with, also an aristo chick had brought home a guy whom she recently went on a shopping spree with and politely asked her to excuse them for about an hour before getting back inside, on which she obligied and did exactly as told. But since Ayo had no where else to go, she opted to sit on the bench, hoping to go back inside in an hour time. Unfortunately, when she went back, the room was under key, she knocked to no response and then called the roommate on phone, but she refused to answer the call, though, she could hear the phone ringing from inside. Ayo had said that she moved towards the window and overheard voices of them making out, that was when she decided to leave and called the only person she knew, Femi.
It wasn’t a time for sober reflection, hence, the need for a drastic action. Without taking into consideration her likely would-be response, Femi told her to pass the night at his place and without hesitation, she yielded to his decision. They waited long enough to get an Okada which then conveyed them to Freedom quarters.
Immediately they stepped into his room, it was dimly illuminated due to the absence of electricity. Femi then went into his kitchenette where he picked a matchstick which he used to ignite a half-burnt candle placed on his reading table. Ayo remained standing – as though not knowing what next to do, then Femi positioned her to sleep on the bed.
After a moment of silence, Femi broke the silence by asking if she was feeling much better and she replied in the affirmative. Thereafter, he proceeded to his luggage where he collected a blanket and handed it to her as cover. He also collected as wrapper which he barely used, sprayed it on the rug, and laid down on it together with a pillow. It appeared as though Ayo wasn’t going to show gratitude for his hospitality, just then, she stretch towards his ears and slowly whispered the words “Thank you for being so kind to me.” Femi instantly felt goose bumps all over his body, though, he tried to suppress the delight in his heart with a simple “You’re welcome.” reply even without turning to face her.
Femi who felt fulfilled slept like a baby without any worries, bearing in mind that Ayo will undoubtedly agree to be his girlfriend when he decides to pop the question, or so he thought….
To Be Continued…
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The University Village Part 18

If you missed part Seventeen, read it HERE!!!
TWO WEEKS LATER
Normalcy had began to return to the university campus after days of stress and compulsory registration process. The scanty school environment had become flooded with students, majority of whom had recently resumed to participate in the registration, in accordance with prerequisite pertaining the new academic session. However, it is pertinent to note that Nigerian students prefer to stay at home for another few weeks after school had resumed. This culture is practised in virtualy every public schools both in O’level and higher level.

Femi was among the students who were yet to complete their clearance despite being in school since the beginning of resumption. On this particular day, he had gone to the school digital centre where he intended to register his courses online. Getting there, he met alot of people who arrived there before him, then he waked to the back of the hall and sat on a seat until it would get to his turn. Sitting close beside him was a very beautiful damsel. Her dark beauty was glowing like the star, she had a sleek skin coated with a cute dimple on her cheek whenever her lips curved into a radiant smile. Infact, words alone could barely describe her beauty. The georgous lady sat very calmly and relaxed whilst concentrating on her mobile phone. Femi felt the spurred to strike a convo with her but words eluded him. He then resolved to ignore her, but every moment passed, the silence kept hurting him inside. This intense feeling made him very uneasy as he couldn’t take his mind away from her. Femi continued staring at her, though stylishly, and it got to a point when she noticed, as she suddenly raised her head up while they both caught a glimpse of each others’ eyes before restraining their faces almost immediately.

Minutes passed and students who were done with their registration left the hall premises, while those seated at the back were shifting forward. Eventually, it got to their turn to move forward, and while the lady immediately stood up, her phone mistakenly fell from her hand and scattered into different places. Femi swiftly graph that opportunity to help her couple the phone back together while she watched helplessly in shock. Femi then switched on the phone, and fortunately, it was working perfectly. He handed back the phone to her with enough enthusiasm, and she replicated the kind gesture by thanking him immensely. Femi could now behold her complete features, and her beauty were indeed breathtaking. They soon engaged in a conversation, but not after occupying new seats.
“…so what the name?” Femi asked.
“My name is Ayo.” She replied cheerfully.
“Woah! Nice name you got there. I’m Femi.” He said.
“Hmmm… I’m poised to know what a student in the faculty of medicine could be doing here, all by herself.” He chipped in, playfully taking advantage of the fact that medicine students are rarely seen in the campus area, as the school authority had provided them an isolated hostel, with restricted movement.
“Excuse me!” I’m not a medicine student, but a 200 level student in the department of sociology, and I was recently admitted through direct-entry.” She asserted. Coincidentally, the both of them were course-mate, and since she was a fresher, Femi grew fond of her immediately.
The conversation became more interesting as they discussed about school-life, family, personal interest, individual prospect and even politics. Their rapport was spontaneous and eccentric, as though they had known each other for ages. They seem to share alot in common.
“Where do you stay?” Femi asked, thinking she wasn’t going to tell him, as most girls would do when asked for the first time.
“I’m staying at Royal’s garden lodge.”
Femi recognised the lodge instantly, which is very popular along ‘stadium road.
“I suppose you’re staying with your sibling or relative, since you’re a new student.” He said.
“Not really! I’m currently squatting with a mutual friend, whom I knew through an ex-course mate of mine from federal polytechnic offa, in kwara state where I finished from” Ayo said.
“Technically speaking, your’re staying with a stranger. Innit?!” Femi said jokingly and they both chuckled in unison.

The course registration process was progressing rapidly, and Ayo was the next-in-line to be accredicted. Then, she stood up and walked towards the computer operator. After completing the process, she left the hall, but not after Femi had exchanged phone number with her.
At about 11:00pm that same day, Femi was fast asleep when his phone started ringing. He reluctantly stood up grumbling and wondered who could be calling him at that odd hour of the day. Amid fallen-eyes, he finally got hold of the phone and discovered that the caller was Ayo.
Every iota of sleep suddenly eluded him, as he shrugged his eyes in riveria. She was the least expected person he had thought would beep his phone at that profane hour…..
Talk about the power of a woman!!!…
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 17

If you missed part Sixteen, read it HERE!!!
There is always a bad omen when right things happen in wrong places. Ironically, the world is wired in such a weird way that people don’t get to choose when and how certain events are bound to elapse.
Femi had always wanted to scold this said lady when next he had the priviledge to meet her again, he was restless, as he thought of the best possible way to approach her without creating a scene. A part of his mind told him to let the issue slide, but he just couldn’t let her go scott-free, atleast, without teaching her a lesson which she would never forget.
“Nigga, na the shawty wey I been tell you about dey chillax over there so..” Femi said pointing towards the lady.
“You mean say na she be the girl wey deny you?” Azeez had retorted with a ‘waffi tone’ while stressing the DENY. “…so wetin be your move?” He asked.
“Tor… Today na her free-day, make I just fash the babe since she dey flex with her guy.” Femi said.
“And so what? If she dey flex with her guy nko?” Azeez thundered slightly raising his voice.
“….shshsh!!!” Azeez then made a squeezing sound while beckoning on her to come with a tone of finality.
The young lady and her supposed boyfriend looked back at him in suprise, and then continued having their fun. Though, it didn’t stop there. Azeez kept making the mundane sound trying to get their attention. Not only did he successfully got their attention, but he also got the attention of everyone present there at the bar. Femi started begging him to die the issue but it was too late; her supposed boyfriend stood up angrily and started nagging at Azeez, and the situation was beginning to get out of control.
The confused lady still didn’t know what was happening, not until she saw Femi whom she recognised immediately. She also took turns begging her boyfriend so they could leave, but neither of them would have none of it. Apparently, the two people who were supposed to be the ones quarrelling, ironically became the ones begging while their accomplies took the issue personally. The ugly scenario was a typical example of “Taking panadol for another man’s headach.” as most Nigerians would always say.
The fued was becomming unbecoming, Azeez had insisted that he wanted to see the girl and warned the boyfriend to back off, otherwise, he wouldn’t hesitate to run him local. People had gathered to separate them, and the server who failed to put the situation under control called the manager of the bar on phone, who swiftly left a nearby function to witness the unfortunate event.
Trouble eventually sparked when the boyfriend threatened to pierce Azeez with a bottle and drag out his intestine, something he wished he never said, because that statement literally added fired to the already burning furnace. Suddenly, Azeez grabbed two empty bottles of Orijin and hit them together, which saw both bottles shattering into pieces, with the edge still in his arms.
It took the intervention of Femi and others who held him firmly before it becomes a case of attempted murder.
The boyfriend ran away while the girl who seemed to be the primary cause of the problem followed him afterwards.
It didn’t take long before the manager arrived the scene with two other guys, as they alighted from a Toyota camry vehicle. They quickly apprehended Azeez and threatened to invite the police to arrest him. People there started pleading on his behalf, including Femi who narrated what had transpired in the first place which later degenerated into the fight.

Azzez sub-consciously pleaded for his release, as tear-drops slowly dripped from his eyes. It was strange to see Azeez cry, and despite the fact that he cried, there was still a look of bravery on his face.
The manager was hell-bent on calling the police, if not that Azeez proved drunk, with a stench of alcohol emanating from his breath. Finally, he was freed, but not after they were asked to pay for damages.
Azeez, together with Femi collectively paid for everything as they made out from “Item 7.” after evading arrest and possible manslaughter…
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 16

If you missed part Fifteen, read it HERE!!!
Femi couldn’t help but laugh over his stupidity, stating that only a half bottle of Orijin could make him drunk, while himself was still standing, despite consuming two bottles already, and still counting. Of course, Azeez tried to dispute the claim that he was drunk, so he stood up gallantly, but saw himself dragging three steps backward, and one step forward like a kite controlled by the waves of the wind. It wasn’t unusual as Azeez could smoke eight wrap of weed, and two SK without feeling the impact, but only a cup of spirit-mixed drink could get him intoxicated. It only meant that Azeez was allergic to beer.

The place was fun filled, and everyone was cool, not until a familiar figure arrived at the eatery. Femi stared keenly as she walked in majestically with someone presumed to be her boyfriend, while holding him very tight on his arms, as though another lady was about to steal him away. The sight looked hilarious but that was the least of Femi’s worries, so he continued staring whilst trying to recall her identity. This behaviour, however, drew redress from Azeez who cautioned him not to stare at other people’s girlfriend, especially in public places; but Femi was hell-bent on recalling her identity, as he barely listened to what Azeez had to say.
A little more brain-storming made him reminisce her as the lady whom he selflessly helped on his arrival to school, untill she denied him bluntly when they were accosted by the vigilante men……
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 15

If you missed part Fourteen, read it HERE!!!
Bishop was very upset and he refused not to hide his feelings. He told the first guy that he wasn’t going to buy the phone anymore, despite the fact that it had been unlocked, but the guy wasn’t bothered anyway.
They both made it outside the hostel, and while Bishop went back to the clinic to submit the admission letter to the nurse, Femi mounted a bike to his apartment where he met a surprise awaiting him…..
In life, there are certain circumstances that one must encounter. This most important thing is the ability to overcome your hurdles.
Femi had finally gotten home after a very stressful day which seemed to be the worst day in his entire life. Earlier, it was the drama with Tracey, and later the scuffle with vast of Dangana soldiers. He hoped inwardly that his day won’t become any worse, or so he thought.

As soon as he stepped into his lodge, freedom quarters, he discovered that his neighbour and friend Azeez had resumed, he started hailing him from a distance, which is typical of nigerian students. Getting to where Azeez had stood, they both shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, after which Femi accompanied him inside his room.
Prior to that moment, Azeez was rocking a very long afro-hairstyle, which he did cut before resuming for reasons best known to him. That decision made him to change facially and Femi couldn’t help but wondered what could have triggered him to do so. Femi further enquired what he had brought along on his way coming, Azeez reluctantly muttered “Blessings!” while pointing to a syrup kind of bottle placed on his reading table. Behold, it was a half-popped bottle of codeine. Azeez was smiling sheepishly while asking if Femi would like to share from the blessings. For the record, Codeine, just like Benylin, Solpadeine and others are cough and pain killers but its abuse could get one high. The drug makes a persons’ system to be calm and tend to behave in slow-motion – as of today, the drug is illegal and can only be sold and purchased through the backyard. Nevertheless, it’s a nice way to chill and get your mind of stress. Little wonder Seriki, the undisputed naija artiste a.k.a Irumole to je fried rice, sang the song “Codeine chilling” Perhaps, he was high on codeine when he went to the studio to record the freestyle.
Anyway, Femi bluntantly rejected the offer knowing the the implications if he had agreed. They got talking, and during the conversation, Femi highlighted all the obstacles he had gone through since resumption, ranging from the assault he received from the vigilante men, to the feud with Tracey, and recently the issues he had with Dangana soldiers.
Azeez who is quick to anger listened with rapt attention, and after all was said, he was very furious due to the way his nigga had been treated, wishing only if he was there, it would have been a different story entirely. Azeez was a no-nonsense fellow, he was always straight forward while dealing with people and hates oppression. His presumed lifestyle having his ear pierced and a tattood shoulder made people to see him as a rough system guy. On several occasions, he had heard several stories flying about him, but then, he doesn’t give a flying fvck either. Getting really pissed off, Azeez suggested they go down town to relax with some bottles, Femi consented and off they went, but not after Femi asked him about his roommate Farook. Azeez made a hissing sound and asserted that he would resume when he so wishes. Both Azeez and Farook had issues which was yet to be resolved. It wasn’t long before the both of them mounted a bike and headed to “Item 7.”
Unlike every other day, the weather was particularly unique, as it wasn’t too sunny neither was it wet either. Item 7, was definitely the place to be. The serene environment attracted fun seekers to chill at the reservoiur, especially workers who had retired from their various jobs for the day, students were also not left out. Azeez and Femi had taken turns to relax around a “Gulder Lager” customized table with four bottles of orijin beer, then Azeez sub-consciously brought out a stick of Oris chocolate flavoured cigarette from a packet which he had placed on the table. He also brought out a spaq, otherwise known as Lighter from his pocket to ‘enlighten’ the Tobacco, but to no avail, as the lighter refused working.
Azeez then headed to another table where about four guys were sitted smoking pot. He politely asked to blow his cigar from their Shisha pot, and they obligied without hesitation. After kissing the cigar at most three times, fire ignited on the edge with smoke puffing out from his mouth, he gave them a thumbs up and shook them accordingly, as he made back to the table where he was sitted. All these while, Femi had been feeding his eyes with a Barclays premier league game being shown live on a Plasma Tv, placed on a strategic location to entertain customers.
“Brodaly, you no go blau?” Azeez asked Femi rhetorically, eventhough he knew that Femi doesn’t smoke.
On the other hand, Femi didn’t bother to respond orally, he only made a smile gesture and that answered the question. They kept sipping the Orijin, and while Femi was almost two bottles down, Azzez was no where close to half, but signs suggested that he was drunk due to certain stunts which he was pulling. The latest was when Azeez felt it was more comfortable to quench his Cigar in his filled bottle of Orijin..
To Be Continued…

The University Village Part 14

If you missed part Thirteen, read it HERE!!!
Although, he didn’t have enough cash on him, but he had in his bank account which he could easily withdraw from First Bank ATM, which is situated inside the school. Bishop asked to see the phone but the guy said that he left it charging in his hostel room, that he should follow him there. Bishop probably thought the worst couldn’t happen, so he made a gesture with his face asking Femi if they should follow him, Femi then gave an affirmative reply and they began walking behind the guy, heading to his hostel room. Only if they knew that they were walking into another trouble….
It is often said that trouble comes like a thief in the night, it doesn’t give a pre-warning to its prey. Hence, in every situation, while praying for the best, still hope for the worst.
Finally, they got to the room and all stepped inside. The interior was quite a beauty to behold compared to the first room which they entered, the occupants had actually renovated the room by removing the bunks and re-painted the walls against the original white colour. A red-coloured rug carpet was placed on the floor and they had four different mattrass positioned at several strategic areas inside the spacious room. They also had a music sound-system for their listening pleasure and an ‘OX’ standing fan for ventilating the atmosphere. For a moment, it seemed as though they were not in Dangana hostel.
Bishop and Femi met three other guys inside the room, and then, they were not sure who owned the phone anymore. The first guy who took them there requested the phone from the second guy, while the second guy requested the phone from the third guy, who later brought out the from a small bag, it wasn’t even on charger as the first guy claimed.
The phone was handed to Bishop who began to examine it, the P5 was quite rough on the surface but still in good condition. Bishop switched-on the phone and discovered that it had a lock pattern, he then passed the phone to the first guy who later tried different patterns’ but none seemed to work. After several failed attempts, one of his colleagues started speaking Yagba to him, which is a sub-division of the Yoruba dialet spoken by people from the western part of Kogi state. The guy literally said that they would take the phone to Xamarano ICT who’s a popular phone engineer in the school to have it flashed, in order to remove the lock pattern. Bishop, a native of Mopa-Amuro L.G.A understood Yagba a little, so he grasped what they were saying. On the other hand, Femi was also a Yagba-boy but he only understood Yoruba, with his reasons being that he didn’t grow up in his hometown.
Bishop suspected foul play from the way they were acting, they probably stole the phone and tried to cover their tactics by acting innocent. He immediately lost interest in buying the phone, but before he could mutter a word, the first guy who brought them there suggested they take the phone to Xamarano ICT, claiming that his cousin brother sent him the phone, and that he had forgotten the pattern drawn to him. Bishop knew that he was lying, but decided to play along.
Femi quickly jumped in saying there was no need going to Xamarano, stating that he knows how to format Tecno android phones using hard reset. The so-called owners of the phone didn’t protest, instead, they gave him the benefits of doubts and allowed him to perform magic. Femi collected the phone, removed the sim and memory card, and then inserted the battery back into the phone. He punched the volume button together with the power button at the same time, and after some seconds, some write-up appeared on the screen. He proceeded to click some of the icons, whilst they concentrated on him with rapt attention. He was the Houdini of the moment, and just like magic, the phone began to format. Everything was going smoothly as the Tecno logo was displayed on the screen.
Trouble started when the logo lasted longer than expected, it was taking too long and Femi feared the phone had become bricked. He then removed the battery and inserted it back which he wasn’t supposed to do, but the situation remained the same. He kept removing the battery a couple more times but his efforts were rendered frutile.
The tension became high and Femi began to panic inwardly knowing the consequences of what he had done. Bishop was constantly asking him how far? But his reply couldn’t yield any positive result. One of the guys started speaking in yoruba saying that the phone had become damaged, and should they not pay for the phone, he won’t hesitate to mobilize Dangana soldier to beat nonsense outta them. On hearing that, Femi quietly gulped a huge chunk of spittle down his throat, his humanitarian deed had put him into trouble, or so he thought. The guy later asked if he understood yoruba, Femi replied in the positive, and the guy responded with, Ok! Albeit, with a sinister tone. Femi who had been standing suddenly sat on a chair. Indeed, he was in a hot seat.

Bishop was a bit pissed about the guy the guys were exaggerating the issue, but decided to keep his cool. He was probably the only one who believed the phone hadn’t become crashed. About then, another write-up was displayed on the screen which meant that the phone had successfully been formatted.
Femi jumped up in euphoria, he couldn’t hide his joy. The guys were put to shame as they started congratulating him. He demanded that they give him the money they were supposed to pay Xamarano, should they have taken the phone there, but trust dangana boyz, that statement could only pass for super story…
To Be Continued…