The Painful Pleasure
“Sorry, can you please shift a bit” the voice of this young lady brought me back to the scene, because i was lost in thought, as the sight of her made me wonder if she was a student to be on OAU campus or not. I adjusted my back-pack closer to me, giving her enough space to sit comfortably. Another man came, and in no time, the bus was filled up. “E sanwo o” A man came to the window, telling us to pay, and we did, I just gave him 500, since that will save me the stress of waiting for change.
The bus was ready to move, and it did move. I looked at my left, i saw ‘baba apari’ (bald old man), i looked at my right, i saw a damsel. “Should i start a conversation with this beautiful lady or just keep mute “I thought to myself, and concluded i was going to do the later. So i just minded my own business, as i gently brought out the story book ‘Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare’ out of my backpack. I loved this story so much, though I’ve red it thrice already, i don’t mind reading it again. As the sound of hooting vehicles and that of moving cars provided the ‘sound effect’ for my reading, I just focused, ignoring all other things.
“So guys read this too?” I couldn’t believe it was the girl i wanted to form for that finally broke the silence. Well, whether i believe or not, It’s true, and i had to reply her. “It’s not for girls only, so i see no reason why i can’t read it.” I answered. “So you are also going to resume in OAU?” She asked, When i heard the word ‘also’, i knew i can not be more correct in my thoughts.
Me: Yes you?
The girl: Same here. With this your love for literature, you must be in the arts and humanities
Me: At all, I’m in the sciences, in fact, I’m going in for microbiology.
The girl: Are you serious? I’m going in for microbiology too.
Me: So, i just met my first departmental friend (I said looking straight into her cat eyes), so whats the name of my FDF?
The girl: What’s FDF?
Me: First departmental friend of course!
The girl: You are so funny. Anyways, the name is Moji and you are. . .
Moji: Really? That’s my younger brothers name.
Me: That’s great! Anyway, its nice meeting you
Moji: Same here. . .
We continued the conversation, and we were just choosing topics at random. We talked about politics, the country, the music industry and lots of stuffs. I’ve discovered that when you have someone to talk to, journey seems to be faster.
That was how i met my second mate, and my first departmental friend. “But wait o, how come i haven’t met any guy?” I said to myself. Well, at the cafe, there were four guys waiting to do registration, it was only the girl i talked to and made friends with. “I have not even entered campus and I’m already behaving like a girl-freak, if i enter campus, what will happen? When did i become like this? I wasn’t like this before!” I thought to myself.
The Painful Pleasure
To cut the long story short, we finally got to ‘Campus gate’ in Ife. I alighted from the bus with my ‘FDF’, and took my load. Carrying them was not so easy, so Moji offered to carry one for me, but i told her not to worry.
I saw a large bill board that has “WELCOME TO OBAFEMI AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY ILE IFE” boldly written on It, with the motto “FOR LEARNING AND CULTURE” written underneath. I was quite shocked when i saw the logo, it was the statue of a woman, with book on her head. “Does this mean we will have to read and cram like mad?” I said to Moji, who laughed at me like i didn’t know what i was saying. “The statue represents culture, and the book depicts learning as the motto states” She answered, clearing my ignorance. I was so surprised that she knew that, since we were both ‘freshers’, so i asked her how she knew that. “My dad graduated from OAU.”She Answered.
We entered the school gate, and took a bus into campus. As we were in the bus, i thought to myself, “I won’t want to make the same mistake i made with Sandra. This one, i must surely get her my number. So i gave her my (palasa) phone boldly and said to her. “Something is wrong with my phone, can you help fix it?” She looked at me like I didn’t know what i was saying, collecting the phone from me. “What is it?” she asked. Looking at her like ‘lucosade’, i answered and said. “Your number is not in it”. She laugged hysterically, and i joined in the laughter. Then she said “you are so funny, simple ‘can i have your number will do the trick.’ She took the phone, and pressed in some 11 digits.
Though, my phone wasn’t quite cool, all the keys were functioning properly and i was so proud of it. I was given bedspace in Awolowo Hall, while Moji was given in Mozambique Hall. So i came down from the Bus before her. Because there is still a turn before getting to her hostel. I waved at her, and said “see ya” she smiled and replied same. This is not like Sandra’s case where i wasn’t sure i was going to see her again. Even if i didn’t take Moji’s number, we were in the same department anyway.
I entered my hostel, it was quite crowdy, as people were going up and down, dragging bags and lockers. Indeed, school had resumed.
The Painful Pleasure
“Block 2, Room 109, Bed no 9, Upper Bunk.” That was written on my accommodation slip, meaning; that was the room allocated to me, Awolowo Hall is so Big that i almost got lost, looking for ‘Block 2’, but after questioning so many people, i got to my room. That was when i met ‘Nigga Black’.
‘Nigga Black’, whose real name was Emmanuel was a part 3 student of psychology. Seriously, i have never seen someone so dark. You cannot see him and not notice his ‘darkness’. We call him other names like: Albino, Kiwi Ambassador, Black Maria etc. But he was just dark on the outside, he had a pure heart. So calm, so gentle, never offended and easy going.
‘Nigga Black’ took my load from me, and showed me to my bedspace. I dropped my bed on it and carefully arranged all my load in the cupboard that was assigned to me. It was then that he started telling me stuffs about campus and hostel. He told me the story of ‘Africa’, how he was murdered in block 8. Fear gripped me, as he told me to calm down, that the days of cultists where over in OAU.
So many other people started coming in, and here are my room mates: Nigga Black, Mayowa (A part one student of CPP), Matthew (A deeper life member, and a Direct Entry student of Mechanical Engineering), Olu (Final year student of accounting) Emeka (Final year student of Sociology) and Abdul (Final year student of Agric Economics)
There were three bunks in the room, Nigga Black had been in the room since the year before so he just stayed in the room, squatting with us.
There was a party then called “Anglomoz Party”. (Anglomoz is a place between Angola (A male hostel mainly for freshers) , Awolowo and Mozambique Hall where people (mostly boys and girls) meet to talk) It was organized by Awolowo hall chairman for all fresh-men. So Mayowa suggested that we attend the party, then i agreed since lecture was yet to start. It was a night party
When we got to anglomoz, after we had stayed for about 5 minutes, enjoying the various activities, Someone just covered my eyes with hands from the back. The last time i did that ‘rubbish’ was when i was in primary 5. I didn’t know what to say because i did not even know who it was, though i have very sensitive sense of smell and i knew that perfume’s smell was familiar. As i gently removed the hands, and turned back to see who it was. . .
The Painful Pleasure
As i gently removed the hands, and turned back to see who it was, I saw Sandra standing behind me with that Smile of hers. “I thought I would never see you again” I said to her holding her hand. “It’s a small world remember?” She said to me. . . I introduced her to Mayowa and they shook hands. The three of us stayed at a spot, and enjoyed the opened party.
The party was so interesting, as we enjoyed the various programmes. Some OAU upcoming artistes performed, some did a rap, others R and B. It was so much Fun. The popular “Jadon P” Swayed people of their feets, this was a guy who could create rhymes with whatever you show him. As if that was not enough, some girls came on stage, shaking their ‘backsides’ at the speed of light. Guys were shouting and encouraging these girls. “Who does that? How would you come on stage and shake your behind for 5 minutes?” I said. “It’s called twerking.” Sandra replied. After this, a comedian came on stage, cracking jokes and for real, this guy was really hilarious. Sandra was just laughing like a chicken.
The MCs came on stage, they wanted to do what they called “devil’s basket”. So they were passing a basket, so that when the music stops, if the basket was still with you, you will come out, pick a piece of paper from the basket, and do whatever is written in it, or pay a fine of one thousand Naira.
The basket went round and they stopped the music. Guess who was holding the basket? Sandra! I was shocked when the MCs shouted “come on stage”. She mounted the stage, picked a piece of paper and gave it to one of the MCs, he read it out. It reads “Bring out two guys, kiss one, and slap the other.” I was expecting that as a big girl, she would pay 1 thousand, but i was extremely surprised when she came to Mayowa and I, and took both of us to the stage. I was so shy, but as a cool guy i had to compose and follow her. I was puzzled, because she was definitely going to slap one of us, and kiss the other. If she should kiss me, she would have to slap Mayowa, leaving Mayowa embarrassed. And if she should kiss Mayowa (which didn’t really seem likely) she would have to slap me, and i will be so embarrassed. As we got to the stage. . .
The Painful Pleasure
As we got the stage, everything just went dark and silent, all the halogen lamps went off and the sound system stopped working. The generating plant had gone off, what happened to it, I really can’t understand. Some guys said they had seen a guy roaming around that area earlier. Probably, the guy poured salt into the fuel tank. But why exactly would he have done that? Well it’s a ‘win win’ for me.
Well, everything had gone ‘blank’, so I had to humbly leave the stage. Sandra was already leaving the stage as I followed her. Mayowa was nowhere to be found, I thought he ran away immediately the lights went out, since he was at the verge of being slapped earlier. I can’t be more thankful for the whole ‘black out’. Was I really going to kiss a lady in front of people, expecting them to clap? “The only time that should happen is on my wedding day, even my mum will clap.” I thought to myself.
People started leaving ‘anglomoz’, some were condemning the party, some were blaming the organizers. Some called the party a ‘flop’. All efforts to bring the generator back on was to no avail.
I just stayed with Sandra, at one corner in Anglomoz area. We were just ‘gisting’ in the dark (That was around 2am). By the time we talked to a point, the whole of Anglomoz was already scanty, and there were few people there. She was such a saucy girl, a talkative. We ran out of things to discuss, so we were quiet for a while.
Sandra broke the silence. “You wanna complete the game or pay the fine ?” She said. I was quite confused because I didn’t know she was referring to the ‘kiss-slap’ game. So I asked, “what are you talking about?” She replied briskly before I could even finish my question. “The devil’s basket of course”. My heart beat became 10 times faster, as I didn’t know what she was up to. But I just remained ‘the man’. “It’s just me here, and you have to slap someone and kiss another. How on earth do you want to go about that?” I asked, pretending to be cool with the whole situation. “Wait till you find out.” She answered. . . She stood up stood up, and went to a pole very close to where we sat, and slapped the pole twice with her left hand. “That’s the slap, now the kiss.” She said coming closer to me. A part of me was saying “do it!” and another was saying “don’t”. The closer she came, the more confused I was. . .