EPISODE 3
What have we done! Just barely two weeks in the university
and this unfortunate incident happened. Probably there’s a video out there with
our shameful act in it, disgraceful pictures… I can’t even begin to imagine… Yvonne
what have you done to yourself (thinking out loud and talking to myself as a
second person), I finally get admission into the university, and just when I was enjoying being a student,
this happens… no I just can’t run away
from this school, to go home and sit down, putting my life on hold and the
probability that maybe I would get another admission with the high rate of
people waiting at home for years to be admitted into tertiary institutions in
the country, how about me, i.j cut in, I can’t go back at all o, because my
mother had to sell some of her wrappers, even after emptying the goods in her
shop, to raise enough money for me to come and school here.
I dear say, it would be a sin for me to go back home and
tell her,” that the child they raised in an “upright way”, in the way of “The
Lord” got so drunk two weeks after she resumed school, and that there’s now a “porno” video of her going
around campus… choi!... I am dead!” Sheila said… but we don’t even know what
happened yet, so the best we can do now, since we can’t go home, is to keep a
low key, at least nobody knows us yet, all we need to do is to sneak out of the
hostel, to and back from class without anyone noticing us, till we find out
what actually happened. That’s all I
could say, to try and ease the moment (meanwhile I was so scared of the
unknown, but being the usual Yvonne, I always put up a strong personality
outside)… and as we have all agreed to do just that, let’s have our baths and
go for lectures. Having my bath; definitely, but am not going for lectures
today o, I have to prepare myself for “the walk of shame”. “I agree with you”
said Sheila to I.j , and they both looked at me, as if waiting for my answer… I
will go with the both of you on this… (and we just stayed quiet, thinking of
our lives… guessed that was what the other girls were doing, ‘cause that was
what I was doing gazing into the ceiling… oh Yvonne, Yvonne , Yvonne , what
have you done….)
Feeling so exposed, even after skipping lecture for a whole
day and a quarter, I decided to attend this lecture because it was an evening
lecture and most students usually skipped evening lectures, but it’s not
working, although I managed to hide myself at a corner in one of the back seats
of the lecture hall. Why are these girls in front, looking at me? I got the
same look from some guys while entering the class…(the, look guys give to bad
girls, and something else was also attached to the expression on their eyes, but I couldn’t really tell what, they were also smiling from
the corner of their lips…) oh no, the thought of an unknown promiscuous video
started to hunt me… at least the class is noisy and most people are chatting
with their old or new friends, you know how fresher’s can be… some are probably
telling “lie lie jist” of what they are not and don’t have, or …of I and my
roommates shameful acts, I just can’t keep this thoughts away, what “kills” me
most is that I can’t remember a thing from that night… and it was all the fault
of that I.j girl… hmmm I might try to put the blame on her, but did she force
me? Nah, I did it wil-ling-ly, I wanted to experience “the unknown”… please
this lecturer should come and give his lecture so I can go to my nest, at
least, that’s what the hostel room is for my roommates and I now… “who do we
have here, if it isn’t the most happening year 1 student” I heard from a voice
behind me, I was so scared to face who was taking, then he added “even if
others are too small for you to mingle with because you are now a celebrity, at
least you should give a little preference to your old friends, don’t you
think?”, huhn, friends, what friends do I have in this school apart from my
roommates, I can barely call anyone my friend, I was still studying who to make
my friend… and now I guess no one would pick me and not the other way around (…
I thought) and who is this mouthed guy self, as I turned around, to my
surprise, it was “Mr. Richi Rich”, the guy that had a driver, bring him to school
and leave him with the car.
You! What
are you doing here, I asked, “hmmm, what a way to say hi to a friend you
haven’t seen in a while, saying sorry and using my face and hands in a gesture
that he should continue, “I have a lecture here” he replied and you, “same”, I
said, this girl…(he said in a way, that one would think he was trying to seduce
and also study me at the same time) the first time we met, I thought you were
this “prim and proper” type , “and?” I said in an anxious tone (because I wanted
to know how much he knew of about me or
most importantly if he knew of the “blank night”(as I have decided to call that
night, I remember nothing about), and all he said was, “you can be sexy, feisty
and wild… what a combo!” and the lecturer walked in, before I could recover
from all the imaginable case scenarios going through my mind, of his choice of
words, he picked up my phone dialed his
no, am Russell, I know your name, “the popular Yvonne”… wait for me after
lectures so I can give you a ride to your hostel, and he left. (This guy knows
so much about me, he knows my name, that I stay in the hostel and he called me
wild! Lord knows what else he knows about me am not waiting to hear my shameful
act from this arrogant person, besides see the way he said it, like he was
commanding me to wait for him… with a lot of thoughts in my head, I don’t think
I heard much of what the lecturer said in class, and so after the lectures, I
practically sneaked out of class, hopping and walking, trying to run and not
look like I was running. Back to my
hostel after the lecture, on getting to my room, I saw Sheila sitting on her
bed, like she was drenched in cold water, “what’s happening girls?” I asked,
and I.j replied “there’s a video”, her words hit me like cool breeze, I could
feel every single hair stand up on my skin, now I felt like I had being walking
in the rain for hours….
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