A
lot has been said about University and the freedom there in, the beautiful,
ugly, interesting and boring part of the stories narrated to me by soji, a
300level student of department of Water Resources Management and Agro
meteorology and other Funaabites that I’m fortunate to have met. This stories
have been the only thought occupying my Centre of internal communication and
the most captivating of all these deposited thought is how to make sure that I
have a girl that would be my accomplice throughout the semester since I have
heard that I can switch from one girl to another on semester basis and with Soji
that is not as fluent in speaking English as I am having more than six girl friends
in just six semesters in the university, my determination to achieve this
lustful goal of mine was what could be liken to a bull dog determination, I
believed by the first day on campus I shall start searching for that girl that
would use her curvy butt to save me from invading dangers and as well make it a
haven that would shield me from the extraordinary solar radiation of the
Alabata campus of Federal University of Agriculture Abeokuta, this thought and
that of my past encounter with girls during my time of waiting for admission
was what sent me to sleep even when valium five could not make me sleep on the
night that precede the resumption day for freshermen in my school.
The
first day of resumption knocked at my door and I anxiously opened for it since
being an undergraduate has always been my most sought after fantasy right from
my later days in secondary school and being that I had two things competing for
my attention, to register as a bonafide student of the school and to get a girl
registered as a partner in my lusty dominion. I woke up as early as 6;00am that
Monday, despite my waking up early I hurried to go through all my cleaning that
morning from cleaning my kitchen which has a nice look than the one I grew up to
know at my uncle’s Abule-Egba residence,
to brushing off my gild teeth as a
result of too much consumption of sugary candy and confectionaries, I did all
these at a supersonic rate and the last of all which I felt reluctant to do is
having my shower with a cold water , as the last child of the family, my
mother, through my childhood days till the day I left home for school usually
boil water before I could take my bath but now I’m left with the choice of
bathing with cold water or go through the process of lighting the stove and
boiling the water myself. After much reluctance and resistance I was helped by
Ibadan Electricity Distribution Company(IBEDC) who brought the light at that
time when I was in dire need of a magician that could get my water boiled, I
hurried to the kitchen to have the first time experience of what my madam(my
mum) engage in everyday all in the name of making me comfortable, after all the
rigors of starting a day alone with no one to lend me a helping hand I got to
the school at exactly 8:00am and rush down to A101 to get my document verified
and stamped by exams and record unit of the University senate.
Heaven smiled on me as the verification and
stamping of result that seem to be a difficult task to other student was done for me by Mr.
Badmus, the officer posted to College of Natural Sciences(COLNAS) to do the
verification and stamping of our results in less than ten minutes and having accomplish
this herculean task, I strolled down to Olatunde Abudu building, the building
that house FUNAAB microfinance bank where I will pay the annual due for SUG and
COLNASSA, after taking something not less than a hundred pace from COLNAS, I
got to the bank, where I was caught with dismal as a result of the crowd
therein, what increased my sadness on
that sunny afternoon was the fact that I was hunger-stricken and I must find a
means of solidifying the infrastructural walls of my stomach and being a
freshman on campus that didn’t know how good the restaurant service rendered on
campus is ‘I had to find someone that will guide me through that’ I said to my
inner mind.
As I walked down the Mohammed Jega road, I saw
different set of people relaxing themselves on the most picturesque spot on
campus University motion ground and an idle hand is a devil’s workshop as they
say, I saw a young lady in her early twenties sitting alone under one of the
well – aligned trees, before the utterance of Jack Robison, I moved towards my
potential prey after which we exchange pleasantries, without much ado, I asked
her if she could direct me to where I can get breakfast, she told me if I will
be willing to go to the Student Union building(SUB) and I let her realized the
fact that I’m a new face on campus and if to be truthful, I did not know where
the student union building is located and I will not mind if she can be my
accomplice to the Centre, Tinuola concurred and that was how we strolled to the
SUB.
It was that rush hour when all 100 level
students offering GNS101 have to run to class or get locked outside the hall by
Dr Adebiyen, the lecturer coordinating use of English, I was running to class
so that I will not face the wrath of this grey-haired doctor. I heard a voice
resonating my name, though, I did not want to be a scapegoat in this man class
but since the voice calling my name is feminine I had a reason to pause.
Since the meeting, I have been trailing
Tinuola around the University, not a day will pass without me taking advantage
of going for tutorial to see my beautiful Orente, our union grow as that of
fresher-staylite one and in no time transcend to that of potential love bird
and before the end of my fourth week on FUNAAB campus, we tied the lustful knot
and indeed we sealed the deal of premature love, that of which my dream land in
it is fun, sex and party not minding what could be Tinu’s dream of this
relationship.
As
dawn of everyday breaks and dusk engulfs it, we continue gluing to each other
like finger and nail, first of the several happening in the relationship was
the feeling of not starting a day if Tinu have not called, it started with Tinu
too and due to some financial challenges I had, I was not able to call Tinu as
frequent as before and it get to a level that paying her the normal routine
visits everyday was not possible again, we had disagreement and I made her
understand that my change of altitude was born out of the fact that mum was not
in the country and I had issues with my
bank, this which made us reach the conclusion that she should move to my
hostel, since I’m the only one staying in my self-contained apartment, this
idea which she succumbed to without much ado brought us together and the
couple’s life started.
Tinuola’s
relocation to my hostel was a blessing to me as she is now the one doing
everything my mum normally do for me at home which has since turned out a
burden here in school, she cooks, wash, clean and do every household shores and
I gave myself a definition of a real man. Though, my subconscious mind tells me
I’m not complete yet, we started doing what married couples do without regret,
like couples on honeymoon, no night passes without we gluing to each other, to
us every weather is weather for two, we started with nights alone after which
we extend it to anytime, every day and everywhere even during any activity, we
continue this with no caution. We were lost in our own lust and we started
going to school on special days alone, we go to school whenever there is
practical or test alone, if we are not glued together in our usual sexcapades,
then we are at one club or the other, prince lounge, Ambience lounge, Peak-Olam
suites, Cultural Centre, Galileo lounge and amidst others are club we branch at
ease, that period of our life was sweet and we never for once realized it could
turn sour.
As
we swim along the prolonged and consistent sexcapade that has been the order of
our lives, instead of our love to be increasing, it was decreasing, Tinuola
turned out to resemble a dog to me as a result of the advantage I was enjoying
in the past, she is no more neat to me, she is now old, her body is no longer a
point of attraction to me and she can no longer quench the thirst of lust that
is ravaging my life.
As
the battle with my need for more refreshing sexual life continues, I could no
longer contribute in class, I don’t want to stay at home too, she is my
roommate, and she would not want me to sleep beside without having anything
together,this made a stray dog and indeed I got rabies as I continue to wander
around in the street in search of things that does not get lost.
I
never knew what is sweet could destroy until when despite the fact that I have
brainwashed Tinuola to subject her to uncontrollably sexual torture, I went
out, roam the streets and got the cancer that ate life out of me and the family
that never existed properly. I met a girl called Sandra, she is a naturally
endowed girl that does not need artificial things to get her market sold.
Sandra is different, she is different and fresh, she does not need my money,
all what she wants is what is between my groan and since I have got what she
wants, I did not turn back, I pressed further in my quest for her canal knowledge.
Tinuola
called to inform me of her test result, the result is not of the test student
normally have, but this is the result of the pregnancy test she earlier did,
prior to this announcement, she briefed me that her roommate suspected she
might be pregnant. I thought of possible ways to avoid the suspicion coming to
reality, I was planning on the ways to take the pregnancy out of the way when
she called to inform me of the confirmation and this sent me to the bottomless
abyss.
Sandra
has been confirmed to be carrying Hiv/Aids said Ayo. I pestered him to give me
the details of the story but he would not divulge the needed information, I
left him in anger and panick as I know Sandra and I have done a couple of
sexual joggings together and I cannot say whether she has been carrying the
deadly virus before our lustfulentwinementor not, nobody talks about Sandracarrying
the virus again as she has graduated from school. My mind went off it and I
continue my usual grooving round the ancient city of Abeokuta and its environs,
school is sweet but examination spoils the sweetness, you asked how?, yes it
spoils it, as it reduces, licks and perforate my cumulative grade point average
(CGPA) on semester basis, street keeps demanding for more money as I widen the
scope of my enjoyment, and I had no choice than to be withdrawing from my late
dad’s account, I keep doing this on and on till God knows time.
It
was a Saturday morning when I was just recovering from the hangout of the
previous night’s drinks, the previous night has been a night of show of money,
drinks and sex, I was lying on my bed checking the pictures snapped before
getting into the bash of the satanic night that precede the morning when
Tinuola called me that she is having stomach disorder and I must come to her
succor, I left my house and immediately drove off to her house at Eleweran,
Tinuola can neither be described as a dead nor a living being, she was the only
one at home and she was about bringing our first sprout to life, I used all my
strength to carry her to my car and rush her to the nearest hospital, I was
waiting at the reception when I saw the news broadcast on the television that a
Nigeria-bound airbus coming from Germany had crashed with all the passengers
declared dead. The name of the plane is the same as the name of the plane mum
said will be carrying her to the country that day, I tried everything I could
to reach her, all to no avail, I called my family lawyer to help me figure out
if she had fortunately missed her flight, he did find that out but it was
unfortunate that my mum did not miss her flight and I have lost my only known
family to a plane crash, I was kicking my teeth against each other as a result
of the shock that was ravaging my soul when I was informed that kola, the best
student in 300level that I paid to impersonate me in writing a carryover exam
has been caught and we have both been
expelled from the University, I felt the world was against me and I want to
terminate my life by all means, I was thinking of how to go about it when I was
tapped by a nurse and informed that the doctor needs my attention, I felt a change
in my mood when the doctor informed me that my girlfriend has been delivered of
a baby girl, I thanked God I now have a hope in life, I was praising God like
someone that has been fasting for past forty nights and days when I heard a “but”
that shattered my life, the mother of my baby has been confirmed to be carrying
Human Immunodeficiency Virus and the baby was tested positive too, everything
around me stopped moving and I can feel the heat from hell, my life has
finished and I have nothing left to do with life, I’m positive to the test too,
I do not want this treatment these angels with stethoscope are giving me, I
just want to die because I’m a living dead already.
Copyright
Jimoh Hammed Olaoluwa
February
2015
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