When Godswill told me about her I was a little bit
disappointed. I am also wondering as you’re; why I would be disappointed after
all he is just a guy that took my number and calls me every other day, but we
also know that when we meet an incredibly cute guy (and he is really cute) we
begin to pray deep down that he is unattached and that he has never ever been
involved with any girl in the past who can rear up her head and destroy your
new found joy. But this never ever
happens and this case is no different.
By nine-thirty I had to fulfill my librarian duties at the
lodge. Funny story; my library is in the male section of the lodge. When I
found out I did a secret dance, secret because people cannot know I’m a
pervert. Don’t tell anybody. So on this particular occasion of fulfilling
librarian duties, something exciting happened in my drab office. I walked in on
two guys who were kinda naked. One was shirtless and damn! He is hot. I will
not stop calling him hot stuff. (I just broke into a sweat remembering him
shirtless.) O! Lord I’m a sinner, do forgive me. The other guy I think only had
on a pair of boxer shorts and he was so shy. I think he is really cute; he’s
like a big fuzzy bear and this I do not lie about this. He is my police baby,
this is because he studied Criminology.
To get over my disappointment of the girlfriend and to get
the image of Hot stuff out of my mind I did the most grown up thing I could
think of and buried myself in work. So after lazing about for a few hours;
after all it was a Saturday and I deserve to be extra lazy on a weekend. I
headed to school to rectify some mistakes in my recording. That was to be
expected, I really hate figures and not to make a mistake when handling so many
of them would be as shocking as a second virgin birth.
After correcting my recording errors I proceeded to record
the marks in their report sheet only to be slapped in the face by bad news. At
the school where I teach; when exams are over there is a rush for the report
booklets. Teachers immediately want their scores to be recorded so that they
can dust their hands off them early. On Friday in a bid to be done with all of
this recording mess I had rushed to the VP Academic’s office feeling really
fly. In my mind I had beat all the other teachers to the chase.
Saw some of the desired booklets, while searching for the
others I was shooed away by some old lady in a language I couldn’t understand.
I still felt good; I had gotten some of the required booklets. This is why
yesterday I was so angry, after correcting my errors I noticed that the
booklets I had lugged halfway across the school while refusing the assistance
of students were not the correct ones. They were for a higher class, but the
bloody booklets had been tagged SS1A while they for girls in SS2A. This was a
moment where I would have broken all the walls in my office just with the heat
that my anger will cause and run without touching the ground to the house of
the class teacher and rip out each of his fingers for improperly labeling the
booklets. But my only super ability is maybe good guesswork and I think every
other human has that. Sad stuff.
To my lodge I trudged back, completely dejected and
depressed. To my power point I returned to prepare the next slide. I create the
slides for a program at the lodge.
After the night devotion I decided to sit outside and enjoy
the night breeze when I found myself dialing a certain number. Before my brain
yelled no the voice from the other side said “hello”.
My hand had dialed Boye!
Oh my. We talked. That was the best twenty three minutes of
the week. Apparently he likes cake with weed. That is what I will bake for our
wedding. The conversation was crazy fun and interesting. It’s a pity we can
only be friends. As we said our
goodnights with me being extremely grateful to GLO for the free credit that
made it all possible, I invited him for a concert we are holding at the lodge.
He said he would do his best.
As I dropped the call, a text came in that will change it
all.
Your Comments will be highly appreciated.
Nkem Oyaghire
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