Perfect rejection episode 5

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# PERFECT_REJECTION_EPISODE5
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We reached our hostel and season two
of the afternoon hunger started. Only
this time, we are both hungry. I checked
time and it’s around 9pm. We both
thought of what to do but the fact there
is no light anymore discouraged us
knowing well we’ve not set up our stove
since arriving back to school, owing to
the fact the power supply has been
somewhat stable especially when
needed. Temmy’s phone rang and it was
Rachael, I guess she’s calling to confirm
we are home or to say good night to his
man. They talk for a while and I
overheard Temmy describing our
hunger situation. He came off the phone
said “she’s asking us to come over”. The
worms or whatever it is that make those
soprano sound in my belly jumped for
joy in anticipation as they heard that.
Their not-so-melodious music
immediately increased coming at more
regular frequency.
Me: that sounds great and comforting
but it’s late.
Temmy: (checked for time) 15min after 9
is not too late bro.
Me: I thought their hostel is girls only
Temmy: No, it’s mixed. (as we were still
discussing that, the light came up)
Me: Oh! Thank God. Let’s settle for
noodles.
Temmy: Seriously? You want me to start
cooking noodles when I’ve got real food
waiting?
He pulled me aside, locked back the door
and pushed me towards the front door.
We went to Rachael’s hostel, even
though I’m not too in support of the
idea but the hunger firing me
overpowered my resolve. We got to her
hostel and were greeted with a fantastic
aroma coming from her room. We
knocked and entered at her response
and were given a warm welcome by the
ladies. That was when I know she got
roommate and of course that’s the first
time I’m entering that room and hostel
as a whole. The hostel is much more
“tight” than ours with the self-contained
room having enough bed space, kitchen
and bathroom combined with toilet.
Before we know what’s going on we
were served with a glossy looking white
rice accompanied by a bright looking
tomato-pepper stew definitely grounded
with hand grater and finished with God
knows type of vegetable oil. The stew
was also carrying some “ponmo” pieced
into many parts to support the locust
beans (iru) which already flooded the
stew consisting of two aggressively cut
beef meat. At that point I said to myself
“Temmy was right, there is no way we
would have cook this tonight”. Rachael
sat in front of Temmy while they gist
and eat from the same plate leaving me
alone with Janet (Rachael’s roommate)
sitting by my left side.
Since Temmy and Rachael has alienated
themselves from us speaking so quietly,
Janet and I started our own
conversation. We got so engrossed
chatting that I don’t know when I
conquered my meal. We flow so easily,
she being the first lady I’ve met that
know so much about sport, football
especially. We talked sport, politics, and
cars, ended it on trending fashion in
school. She packed our plates and I
checked the time to which it was
10:57PM. I’ve never being this late
outside, in ladies room for that matter,
except on Champions league nights
where we argue soccer till we are tired.
I looked towards Temmy and Rachael
direction and discovered they are still
engrossed with their conversation. I had
to call Temmy out. “Bro it’s 11 o, let’s
start moving.” He reluctantly stood up
with Rachael carrying unsatisfied face
which I ignored and move towards the
door saying my goodbye to Janet while
waiving to her. We left the room and the
ladies saw us off up to their hostel gate
and I was surprised Janet gave me a
good night hug.
We got back to our room and Temmy
put the westlife mp3 on. That’s our
typical way of sleeping. Westlife and
other blues has been of help whenever
we needed a sound sleep. Lying on the
bed with head facing the wall and the
two scenarios that occurred earlier
simultaneously played right on my mind.
Only this evening I’ve met two
wonderful ladies, “prospective
girlfriend” I thought. After thinking so
much, hallucinating on what it might be
with both ladies, I remembered Sandra.
Oh Sandra! She was my long term crush
who led me on with so call green lights
on many occasions, only for me to
discovered a day prior to the day I
would have asked her out that she’s not
only in a relationship but perfectly
engaged for marriage. I was so
disappointed I felt I broke my heart. The
moment I remember this story, I
concluded both ladies are probably the
same and I slept on that.
A month and some days into the
semester and the lectures are already
rigorous. I’ve always thought 500level
would be easier than other levels owing
to the fact there are lesser courses. How
wrong I was as the courses are not only
voluminous but consume a lot of money
too. I have my project topic now and I’m
expected by my supervisor to submit the
introductory chapter today. Gosh! This is
more serious than technical reports
we’ve been writing since 200level SWEP
days. After many search both on and
offline, I was able to come up with a two
foolscap sheet page for introduction. I
am lucky my supervisor allows
handwritten works and that save me a
lot of money I would have spent typing
and printing.
With the door widely opened, I let myself
in to the fairly ventilated office with air
condition fully on, which made me
wonder why the door was widely open.
I saluted my supervisor who refused to
respond but instead increased his
concentration on whatever he’s viewing
on his laptop with his right hand
periodically clicking on the USB
connected mouse. He continued like that
for almost 20min without raising his
head towards my sorry self who has
remained standing. Some minutes after,
he had a faint smile and look towards
my side. “Yes, what do you want?” he
asked with an indifferent face. “I’m here
to submit my chapter one sir”, I replied,
handling him the foolscap sheet. He
glanced through it so quick, picked up is
pen and started underlining and circling
words. Before I knew what was going
on, the whole page has turned red. By
this time, my heart was beating faster
than hard rock music. Handling over the
write up back to me he retorted “correct
those circled words and restructure the
underlined sentences. Make sure you
submit back to me latest 9AM tomorrow.
Anything after that, you are on your
own”. “I understand sir” I replied. I took
the sheet from him and left the room.
Then I remembered 9AM tomorrow he
says, I checked my phone and it’s after 4
already. Oh my! This man can’t even give
me till next week. I was still in thought
on how to quickly make the necessary
corrections to meet the 9am deadline
tomorrow when my phone rang and
expectedly it’s Janet.
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Tbc

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