I checked my phone for the time and it’s
some minutes after 2pm. I couldn’t
believe I’ve stayed that long. As I was
about slotting my phone back into my
pocket it rang and it was Temmy.
Me: Hello boss
Temmy: Guy how far now, you said you’ll
call, where are you?
Me: Long story boss, I’m on my way back
Temmy: Safe journey bro, Rachael and
Janet ask you to bring something
unique from Akure.
Me: O boy, I did noy go to Akure, it’s a
long story, I’ll tell you everything when
I’m back. I’ll get them something though.
Temmy: Alright bro. I’ll be going to their
side anytime soon
Me: No probs, hope my food is still intact.
Temmy: I’m not sure, later bro.
Him saying “not sure” means they’ve
probably consume the food. With the
way I’m feeling hungry, I decided to do
what’s unusual of me. I branched at
eatery. I must confess, I don’t have that
thing for eatery. This will be my second
time of entering or eating in any eatery
since I gained admission to the school.
The first being when I was trying to
impress Sandra. I took her there on my
birthday while I was in two hundred
I entered the popular eatery close to my
lodge and met some extremely dressed
ladies occupying more than half of the
seats, chatting and making jest of each
other, laughing out loud not minding
others sited there. I went straight to the
attendant to order for fried rice. While
ordering for rice, the ladies suddenly
stop laughing leaving the whole place
silent except for the TV commentary. Just
like every other persons in the eatery, I
looked towards their direction to see
why they stopped, lo and behold they
were all staring at me. I withdrew my
eye and the attendant
Me: Is something wrong with me?
Attendant: (looked at me and smile) You
are okay sir,
Me: So why are they staring at me?
Attendant: You don’t know?
Me: I’m lost
Attendant: You are looking great.
Me: (looked at myself again) thanks, but
that shouldn’t be a reason for staring. By
the way how on earth is this
Attendant: Looks great on you
Me: Thank you (smiling)
Me: Bottle water.
Their silence makes more audible the
commentary coming from the plasma TV
located at a corner. I found my way to
the other side of the eatery staring at
the football highlights being displayed.
In a short while my food was brought
and I started to do justice to it. I took my
time eating, simply because I was
enjoying the football highlights. The
football highlights ended and started
that of baseball or cricket, I don’t really
know the difference and this made me
focus on my food. As I was about to
finish the meal, an attendant place
placed a chill Five-A-Live juice on my tray.
Me: I’m sorry, I did not order for this
Attendant2: One of the ladies asked me
to put it for you.
Me: Which one? (I looked to their side
only to discover they’ve left)
Attendant2: She has left
Me: I’m sorry I’ll have to return this, I
don’t even have the belly I’ll drink all this
to. I’m filled up already, thanks to this
Attendant2: She already paid for it. You
can take it home
This is not good for my ego. I don’t even
know who to say thank you to the next
time I see them. I stood up and went
straight to the attendant to pay. I
tendered a One thousand Naira note to
Attendant: Your meal has been paid for
Me: (confused now) by who?
Attendant: The same person that bought
you the juice
Me: Please can you describe her to me?
Do you know her personally?
Attendant: She said she’ll get to you
Attendant2: Don’t worry bros, she’s the
rich one among them, others are mere
Attendant: She’s also cool and
kindhearted. She’s not a bad girl like her
Me: Hmm, alright thank you. You guys
can buy airtime with this then.
I handed over the 1000 note to them to
which they were both happy and
appreciative. I needed to do that to earn
a little of my pride back. I headed home
from the eatery, trying to know which of
the ladies it could be. I realized I did not
look at them long enough, I’m not sure
I’ll recognize any of them.
I got to my room and decided to take a
nap. I put the fan on while listening to a
rock selection with Taylor Swift’s “You
belong to me” first on the track list. It
was the knock on the door that brought
me back to consciousness.
Me: Yes who is it?
Person: It’s me (her voice sounded like
that of our next room neighbor Ronke)
Me: (I opened the door and saw her
holding a nylon bag) What’s up Ronke,
it’s been long I set my eye on you. Will
you come in?
Ronke: I’m not coming in jare, my
project is really eating up everything
Me: Oh, sorry.
Ronke: You are enjoying now, at least
you can sleep. I’m only here to pick
Me: Then use that opportunity to rest
Ronke: You don’t understand, my eye
must not leave those rats
Me: It’ll soon be over, don’t worry.
Ronke: Thanks. I saw one of my faculty
mate outside our lodge and she asked
me to give you this (she handed the bag
to me and left immediately)
Me: Thank you Ronke
Ronke: You are welcome
“Now this is getting weirder, who is this
one again? And she said “she”. Who do I
know in the faculty of medical
sciences?” I opened the bag and saw
two packages, one cloth-like and the
other like a letter, both well wrapped. I
decided to open the letter first and it
read “please call me if you recognize the
cloth. Funmi 080…”.
“Funmi? I don’t think I know any
Funmi”. I unwrapped the cloth, lo and
behold it was my cardigan. Now it’s
making sense, and I could now
remember her name was Funmilola. I
picked my phone dial the number on the
short note and my phone displays
“Funmilola”. I terminated the call
immediately, “how did her number got
saved on my phone?”. I was still thinking
how this could be possible when she
called back. I ignore the call, picking it
would mean I flashed her to call back.
While trying to remember the scenario
of that day I recollect she took my phone
for a while. That must be how she
stored the number without my
knowledge. I dialed the number again
and she picked up.
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