My Life In Campus Episode 7
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???????? My Life In Campus Episode Seven:
I suddenly became cold. The goose bumps
that immediately formed on my body were as
tall as mountain. I wiggled while
contemplating whether to knock the door or
not. I couldn’t resist the horrible Intimate
sound anymore so I decided to knock on the
door. As I was about knocking, it opened. Kofo
came out. I was so tensed, I slapped her
unconsciously. Immediately I did, I felt so
eased like a woman that just delivered a baby.
She held her face in pity, staring at me like a
horror movie. I stood gazing at her also
justifying the slap.
“Baby it’s okay. Awwwww! It’s okay please.”
The strange lady groaned after a long silence.
I felt like taking Kofo’s hand to slap my face
back after hearing that worthless girl
screamed. My patience has landed me into
another trouble. I went slowly on my knees
before Kofo like an innocent pupil, pleading for
my action.
She wanted to talk but nothing
came out of her mouth. She tried holding back
her tears but it failed; tears uncontrollably
trickled down her cheeks. She turned around
and scurried away. I remained on my knees
like a criminal begging for mercy. I cried on
the same spot.
“What have I done?” I angrily asked myself.
“Why? Why? Banji why?”
I guarded up again like a man that I am. I
stood up. Grace, I will beat you and the dog
that has been riding on you since morning, I
said to myself. I rushed inside the room like a
wrestler into a ring. Oops! They both are still
having evening exercise after all that has
happened to me.
They are both under the
blanket, ignorant about my presence. I was so
prepared for Emeka. I was ready to fight. I took my shirt off and rolled my trouser to my
knee. I frowned like a boy that misplaced his
lunch fee. I held the edge of the blanket and
hauled it to reveal their miserable faces.
Emeka turned around almost immediately and
grasp me. I quickly landed a blow on his face
that landed him on the bed. He stood up
swiftly like a soldier and striked his, I weaved
it. I kicked, not intending to hit his stomach
but did.
He fell on the floor and I took
opportunity of that. I sat on him. He
struggled. I struggled. She was so scared of
all the drama we performed, she took to her
heels.
“Grace, I am coming for you oooo!” I shouted
as she was running out of the room. “S–t!”
I dragged my focus back to helpless Emeka. I
punched him again on the face. He
immediately started begging; punch atimes is
a good therapy for madness. I stood off him
and quickly ran after Grace.
I cared less about what people would think of
me dressed like I was. I looked really like a
psycho. My singlet was soaked but not
obvious because it’s quite dark, 7:45pm. I
halted my race and thought of where I could
locate Grace. Alas! It was the fellowship’s
bible study day. I thought to check her there
because she won’t like to miss it, her position
won’t warrant. I was purposely silencing the
still small voice telling me to retreat.
She has
cost me alot already and I can’t let her go just
like that, I assured myself. I ignited my
running engine again because the bible study
was closing by 8:30pm. What a day, I lost alot
today, I kept saying while running. I finally got
to the fellowship. I quickly rolled down my
trouser before entering. I had this ‘I don’t trust
you too’ look on my face when the female
usher was leading me to a seat. As a matter
of fact, I don’t trust anyone again; not after
what Sister Grace did.
I patiently sat down
listening to the almost ending sermon:
“No matter what anyone does to you, try and
forgive. God won’t forgive you if you don’t
forgive your fellow man.” Brother Samuel
preached.
I shrugged off all he was saying. If you are in
my shoes, I swear you won’t preach that
nonsense, I muttered. The fellow that sat
beside me, almost immediately looked at me
disgustingly. I wondered if he heard what I
said or was pissed with the way I was
dressed; singlet and trouser on sandal.
“If you are here and you won’t forgive, then
am sorry to say, God won’t forgive you.”
Brother Samuel preached on.
Now Brother Samuel was getting the worst out
of me by that statement. I felt that Sister
Grace has reported me to him and he was
purposely directing the sermon to me. My
brain was already over heating. I was so vexed
to the extent of reading it all over my face.
Thank goodness, the sermon ended.
“We call on the bible study secetary to please
come out and share the grace for us.” Brother
Samuel obliged.
Now this is where they called for trouble,
Grace should share the grace? I was not going
to allow her do that not after gracing Emeka’s
graceless bed. She boldly strolled out of the
congregation not noticing my presence.
“May the grace of the Lord Jes—s-ss” She was
saying.
“Hey! Please!” I interrupted aloud raising my
hand.
Everybody impulsively gazed at me like a
celebrity. Sister Grace was bolted from the
blue when she saw me. They all wondered
what I wanted to say.
“Ehm— Ehmm– Ehmm” I stuttered.
TO Be Continued
