LIFE OF A LAW STUDENT
Episode 3
I once applied for an opportunity to participate in a women leadership conference organized and sponsored by a company in Paris, I wrote a cover letter and attached a document including my GP and other requirements to the email address that was provided on their website, Then I proceeded to google for pictures of Paris and had started having funny dreams of visiting Eiffel tower and locking one of those little padlocks of love with some man I fell in love with in Paris (I know right). Well, those dreams stopped the morning I received an email that started with the words “it is with regret that we…” my heart was too broken to read the rest of the mail. The email I got from tax club started with “Congratulations...” that’s how I know I got in, I read the mail to the end, there was a get together to welcome us by weekend and I had already mentally picked the gown I was going to wear.
I had been chatting with this Dapo guy from Medicine for a week now, and I had agreed to meet him, We agreed to meet around 7pm, From the pictures I saw on his Instagram page, he is dark in complexion and he appeared tall, So when I got outside my hostel where we agreed to meet, I looked straight up in search for the tall dark guy I had been chatting with for a week now, I had looked around, walked forward a bit and was about to call when I looked down and saw a dark, Short, tribal marked face staring back at me, and he was smiling, Now, I wasn’t expecting this, I smiled politely and walked with him towards SUB, We had the awkward first time we’re meeting talk and then we talked about how demanding his course is and how engaging the extra-curricular activities in mine could be, He found me ‘quite funny’, I found him very shy, On our way back to Akintola, He asked if we would do ‘this’ again, I laughed and replied with a yeahhhhh with my teeth held tightly together, in a tone I’m sure he knew was not sincere, I had enjoyed the way I spoke during the entire conversation and every part of what I did, I just didn’t enjoy his company that much, So yeahhhhh, I wasn’t doing that again. I said goodnight to him and smiled my way back to my room.
There was no power supply, so all my room mates were in the room, since there was no light to read, Mama Jesh was talking about her wedding plans…again and the other room mates were talking about how we would buy the Ankara, and travel together, dance her in and all of that. While the gist was going on, Power supply was restored, and just when the noise that comes with the return of power supply came down, Amina, one of our room mates came in screaming that her bride price was gone, She had gone to take her evening shower and had not gone with her scarf, just her short towel and her male classmates who were in the hostel, since it was still past nine had seen her, My room mates went on to crack jokes about how bride price was going to be just one tuber of yam, Bukunmi jokingly said that it would be a handshake and the jokes went on and on, I put on my data and was scrolling through the numerous messages from my classmates who were analyzing the football match between Nigeria and Croatia and how many times Moses had fallen down during the match, and the different things that had happened in the different places they had watched the match, A guy fainted at amphi and some other drama at new Buka, the topic had changed to the pig that had predicted that Nigeria will get to semi-finals when I dozed off with my phone in my hand.
I had a class around 11am the next morning but I didn’t feel like leaving my room, So I deliberately missed it, only to hear later during the day that the class held and as a result of the low turnout of my classmates, he gave a test, just fantastic. If he actually uses the test that it is me losing about 10 marks, So yes, I hope to God that he doesn’t use it. The rest of the week was just full of classes that did not hold from chemical engineering to faculty down to HSLT and then PG, I thought being in part 4 comes with having classes in venues with proximity to the faculty, Boy! I was wrong. Saturday came and it was a rainy day, It had rained all day and was still raining and it didn’t look like it was going to stop, So I got dressed and went out with my umbrella, got a bike man and err, never use an umbrella on a bike, It’s not a good idea, It got bent and rain beat me right from Akintola to the faculty, I got to the faculty wet and shivering, but the welcome party was worth it. As I was scrolling through Instagram ,I saw this picture of egusi, nicely made on Instagram, I am on my way to central market to get the necessary condiments to make mine, I find it very uncomfortable passing Fajuyi to the market, so I decided to take a bike, From the SUB junction, the bike rider started speeding as if we were on road one, It felt good, My hair was in the hair like some kinda flawless lady in an Indian movie, I was actually savoring the moment when all of a sudden, A car coming directly from opposite Faj annex did not stop at the junction, he was speeding and then the bike I was on was still speeding, All I heard next was a loud bang…
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