The Naughty Campuser

The heavy down pour that fateful night accompanied by lightning flashes as thunder roared to quake the entire hostel, left power off. To be sincere none of the girls stayed in their rooms for the sound of the standby generator was unbearable. True I had started enjoying campus life to the fullest but never snoozed out of the hostel. This was not my first blind date, eh, let me ask. Was this a blind date or...? Bella promptly called her man to pick her. She was so pretty with a brown skin complexion. She was about five feet tall with a flat body that is in front and behind.

She had a cat face with shinny eyes that matched with her dark eye lashes. Her eyelids were quite short that noticing her amatory looks was inevitable. Bella's nose was a bit pointed with tinny nostrils which made many reckon she was a Westerner. By the way her legs were very tinny that it became difficult to distinguish between her calves and shins. I admired her a lot though was simply acquainted to her. She was a friend to my roommate, May. Bella had a perfect dude. So cute, muscular with six packs, and had money to burn. He could visit her once a month, and take all her friends out for fun.

Eric loved Bella so much that they could video chat the whole night. The couple had kicked off dating mid-form six vacation. It was so mysterious and as zigzag as lightening at the bank. Bella had gone to withdraw cash when she landed onto this young rich man counting paper. She was so astounded to glance at millions counted before him. She stole as many glimpses as the man tipped the teller with fifty thousand shilling notes. In a quicksilver manner, an idea stormed her wicked mind, she intentionally bumped into him then brazenly blamed his careless locomotion.

Rich people remain rich, Eric gently put off his glasses, wiped them thoroughly well, looked at her clearly then intoned, 'sorry.' He veered to the door, and slithered away. Bella pushed it behind him to his brand new Range Rover Sport. This was breathe taking. My Bella was thunder struck. She threw many meaningless words at him to capture his attention but he kept a deaf ear as he entered to take off. She had been beaten in her own trick. Bella was proud but Eric showed her the genuine meaning of the word. He never even dared to listen to her after all he had apologised. She kept pouring insults that the car that made him proud belonged to his parents. Within a shake of a lamb's tail, his girlfriend jumped out to mute poor Bella. She fumed that Bella initiated this from the bank agitating for attention from Eric.

Devil take it, she had accidentally opened herself a can of worms for Bella was beyond batty. She abused the girl from feet to head. She called her a whore, and added that the boyfriend was not handsome as though. He was simply a spoiled swain yearning for a cheap useless hag. These insults could not be stomached by the dual as they battered her down to coma. The simple issue was magnified to the hospital where Eric had to cater for all the expenses as well as checking on her to update the high court. Within three months, Bella had gained consciousness. Eric nursed her mildly as the two started talking.

She ultimately apologised that she never meant any of the venomous words she spat that afternoon. She just envied the couple. They kept on confabulating slowly that after her discharge, the two kept seeing each other. Their relationship grew stronger than a donkey amidst public criticism especially from parents. Bella's mother saw a murderer in Eric while his father saw a gold digger in Bella. This put a fantabulous pretext for the two to have confidential meetings till he went overseas.

There is nothing as sweet as secret love, it is ever in short sweet doses leaving room to demand more. That is why adultery, defilement still prevail. However, Bella was another girl from another planet who used her beauty profitably. She habitually moved out with sugar daddies, and have fun. We were in our second year. I cannot tell where Med, my first cut had gone. I cannot even tell how I lost him.

Bella had given us a new world. All her friends were attracted to her lifestyle, so fabulous. They kicked off joining her slowly. She knew every high class club, every five-star hotel, every expensive bar in the capital. She dressed and changed like the historical queen Maria Theresa of Austria, held brand new release cell phones, she could be picked up by posh cars only. Indeed, Bella was a queen. However much we had two autos at home, I liked stylish vehicles as well. I admired sitting in front to see friends seated behind just like Bella.

She had dumped a certain Honourable, I heard he was a presidential advisor who was a boss to her mother to a certain opposition member of parliament. This is how she came to be connected to all these city demagogues. My father was simply a chauffeur to the minister of agriculture who would escort his boss for a couple of liquor bottles once in a while.

That night Bella called May asking for Liz and her cronies. Bella had booked her a guy though Liz was at the boyfriend's spot in the Hall of residence. She was committed to one boyfriend Calvin she had since first semester of first year. They had met during the orientation week for fresh students and kept the candle burning. It seems Bella used to connect friends to such men and this was not her first time. I had moved out with them once for campus night in a certain club where I took two bottles of wine.

It was risky inside for most men were not students. They 'darkened' the tables with overpriced liquor bottles changing girls like clothes. Two of them surrounded me from a blue, dancing like drunkards one in front, the other behind. As one knocked me from behind, I knocked the one in front as he knocked back. They finally closed the distance between us and squeezed me for a full hour. There was no escape route till the bend over song was played. As I bent, I intentionally hit his weapon of mass destruction that he felt the pain upstairs. I almost threw up that night and swore never to club again.

The car had reached our hostel. Liz was not in. Calling her, Calvin picked and started quarrelling. He yelled that his girlfriend's body was not for sale after all he could cater for her bills. He activated the loud speaker and continued with their romance, their screams were clearly heard. Bella proposed to take me, oh I was so excited. Who am I to move out with Bella again? May tried to warn me in the guise of a blind date saying I was not used to them such that I could stay which was impossible for my heart knew a chance came once.

I was aware I would talk to a guy for a couple of minutes, take some chips, and chicken, pretend I had a test the following day then pick transport fare from him of about five hundred thousand shillings as girls always said and leave. I picked my pull-over, put on two leggings just in case of anything. The moment Bella saw this, her face turned pungent and barked as if I worked with a textile industry. She lamented that my garbs were too fake and outdated.

She pulled out her strings that I put on. This was the day I realised how beautiful I am. Indeed, I had better hips, better breasts, my 'behind' was far better than hers. She only knew how to position herself nothing else. There was the way she celebrated with May saying I would work for him. I gleefully smeared baby jelly all-over the soft smooth body and set to vacate. She dashed and dragged me to her room quarrelling about my barbaric, and puerile behaviour saying my face was my passport then my looks were my credit card. The hotter I looked, the more money I would always get. This was a good tip from her.

She pulled out a sponge that cemented a strong foundation, poured much powder that some splashed into the eyes. She picked a concealer and ended with a smooth brush. I looked as new as a new day. For the first time I was so brown that if albinos saw me that night, they would gallop away, my mother would mistake me for Beyoncé. She embarked on my eyes where she used two applicators to shadow them. For lips I was confused as she picked the mascara with wanda to paint them. She added some lip gloss then varnished the finger nails. She changed my pigtails to ponytail and looked eye catching. This time I was like the first lady to the US' Trump.

Reaching inside, we were escorted to the V.I.P section by body guards. There was the other blue corner for army generals. This was the corner Bella was targeting after engaging the legislators and ministers. A lot had been said about the blue corner. It was tittle-tattled that the moment a girl reached there, she would never meet hell. They would take her to a private apartment where everything was facilitated.

She could be escorted in a convoy for lectures. It was rumoured that the first son drank from there. However, it was whispered that once one got there, there was no leaving, no chucking, only sleeping with generals interchangeably. My aim was to meet my date. We sent for drinks, started dancing, enjoying though unhappy inside me for my date was missing. Suddenly May was nowhere to be seen, she had been taken in a dark-red room.

This was the slaughter room for these rogues. In a couple of minutes, she re-appeared. Her lipstick was off. She sat down, her legs shaking. She was feeling dizzy. As I went to confab to her, Bella pulled me to the same room, mine had come. He sat and pulled me to his laps where I sat and started caressing his beards. It was cool. No way I could talk to him for the music sound was too high to allow communication. Besides they never wanted to be seen neither heard for confidentiality, this was known to us.