LOVE AFFAIRS

from diverse backgrounds in my college. My mum’s warning and counsel kept ringing in my ears whenever I thought of talking to or approaching a girl. Sometimes

level) – Linda, Seghosime, Doyin, Precious, Timi, Emem, Aanu, Paula, Maryam, Halimat, Ore, and Timi. They were a host of several others whose names I can’t remember. I saw all these girls (female course mates), as m

red to me as ‘Shiny Chocolate’, in my nursery and elementary classes, back in Switzerland. I can also recollect how some of the blonde haired girls who would pass their

500 Level) at that time, and was from the South-South part of Nigeria. Although I spoke with my mum frequently, I noticed that she no longer mentioned anyth

m, even if I was talking to or with them. It wasn’t long before I had learned from my male course mates that girls would only run to, flock ar

my simple lifestyle and warned my mum against her plan to ship an Alfa Romeo car to me during Easter of 2010. Back to my adventures with Eka; I wouldn’t say that I regretted knowing him. He was dark like myself and was of aver

d given orientation like I was earlier given. I didn’t pay any special attention to them. Also includes were the new students who joined us in Year 2 (200 Level). These new stud

ening which would finalize the orientation programme for the Year One (100 Level) students. I was made to understand that the said party would b

ched the dancing students on the ground surface. Green and red light bulbs were hung in few places while the speakers boomed all around. Several male dances tried to grope some of the f

the dancing girls wore. I was stretching my neck on my six foot frame to get a better view of

Eka whispered to me wi

hat girl over th

Paul, opportunity comes

d I do when

Pierre Abutu, be a man,

I slowly rose to my feet and bega

heading towards the lone girl. Step by step, I walked through the rows of spectator seats, while avoiding th

Pierre Pa

ung lady whispe

rtying and dancing”, I inquir

ing type”, she re

ed in height, she made up for it on her chest. She later informed me that one of her room mates had convinced her to come for the

our phone num

. 080

r admission once again.

s to become a

e Bussy’s smooth chocolate-skinned face, and couldn’t

ll keep in t

male company to escort her back to her hostel that was nearby. Even though I knew I wasn’t i

ollect the wine-coloured gown she wore that fateful evening, while her hair had a weaves in it – deep brown

o?” Eka inquired

get her number, and she said

floor’ was gradually becoming scanty. I and Eka rose and headed for the exit. We literally had to force our way through several First Year (100 Level) stu

as built near the theatre. We continued staring

to the Old Boys’ Hoste

ng habit. His gaze was on the buttocks of a naïve-looking female student, who wore a leopard skin

ct going?” I asked Eka while

or. She just loves stressing me. Pray to get a good

r the next day, and get to know her better. Eka finished his cigarette, and I soon remembered that the security personnel (Sheriff Deputies®) at my hostel locked the gates

, Eka mumbled while lookin

s Octob

in 200 Level and upwards start ‘grabbing’ them in October. Since they’re mostl

to possess some feelings of guilt due to Bus

king on your final ye

leeping I guess”, Ek

to church

hese are all students’ fe

I insisted. Eka smiled at me before pla

o call your

will… goo

l my new ‘catch’. I t was some minutes past ten in the morning when I called Bussy.

You gave me your number on Friday evening

member, Pierr

ggled

appening with

he new environment, new roommate

at feeling to

ed she was reclining on the

200 Level,

auwa College of Law… h

I felt that you were in fin

der than my a

o-

is evening, f it would

kay Bar

was almost six in the evening, when I walked out of my room and out of my