I’m sorry. I’m just not used to girls returning my calls.
Interesting. So how many girls have you been calling that didn’t return your calls?
Emmm… Actually… I don’t know. See, let’s forget about that. Where were we?
What do you mean?
After saying Hello, shouldn’t your name be the next thing you say?
You are right about that. Maybe your beauty just stole the words out of my mouth.
By the evening of Sunday, I knew I had no choice but to call Rukevwe. Every bone in me assured me that if this weekend passed without me calling her, I would have blown my chances.
However the dice fall, at least, I would have given it my best shot.
They were calling me boss, stud, G, main man, and other macho salutations. If only they knew that all my head was doing was thinking up possible pick up and start up line.
She took my palm, and using a pen, she wrote down her number.
“Call me when you remember what it is you wanted to talk to me about.”
With that, she turned around and strutted back to join her mates.
The second girl said Rukevwe was actually on the dance floor too. Again my heart sank. She must have found the boy she was looking for and began dancing with him.
Immediately she was done, the D.J started his main duty. P-square’s busy body was the hit song of the moment. There was no better song with which to start the party.
Students from other schools must be wondering, “what is an SSS1 student doing being the quizmaster?” While my schoolmates would be asking, “why is this boy who isn’t in our club the quizmaster?”
If these boys won’t let me in, I might as well accept my loss and leave now. They better hope they never cross my path in this school.
If I ever get a chance to exact my revenge on them though, it would be excruciating.
Until this day, I am still not sure why I ran downstairs. It is not as if I had spoken to her before.
Until today, I had only seen her twice. Once at the church when her family was introduced to the congregation, and the second time was when she, her mum, and her siblings visited my house.
Every Friday, after school hours, my friends were engaged in something called “The Big Ballers League”.
It involved students from my school and a few schools around. They met at a football field and have their respective teams engage in a league format competition.
As I shook hands with Pastor Tega, I looked behind him and saw an elderly woman and three delectable, effervescent, and beautiful young ladies. They were in the company of our outgoing pastor’s family.
Eventually, Henry, our class captain had to send out everyone who wasn’t a member of our class.
I don’t need to say it, but the magic of Valentine was dead. Cupid probably sat atop a cloud weeping.
The closer we got to Valentine, the more desperate guys got about getting a girlfriend. That was the only way to get an invite.
The girls in the class meanwhile knew they held all the aces. They were quite finicky about accepting any propositions.
On the first day of February, we got into class to meet a massive bouquet of flowers on Valentina’s table. All the girls quickly gathered around her, discussing who the sender might be.
From the first day we got into school, every boy in my class had been trying to get noticed by Valentina. Boys in other classes too. Even senior students.
Valentina was the crown jewel of our school and every boy was doing all he could to claim her.
As she came closer, I could see signs of tears at the side of her eyes. Senior Felicia had really pulled all the stops to try and rescue me. Wow!
If only these teachers knew it wasn’t real.
As the teachers made to take to their position, I could make out Senior Felicia running towards them.
Before our eyes, she stopped in front of Me Ojo and got on her knees. She was pleading with him.
It was an unusual sight, watching students hurrying to school without stopping on the way to buy something. I am sure traders at on duty must have been wondering what was wrong.
At every point in life, God places people like angels on our path, to make sure we are fine. Felicia was one of such.
Felicia was my immediate elder sister, Celia’s close friend. I have always known Felicia all my life. We actually attend the same Church.
After my first day in the class, my experience with Happiness was totally different. This was weird.
Realizing she was the assistant class captain and having witnessed how she treated the class captain himself, I had braced myself for the worst.
Truth is there was no fighting Happiness and her power. She was the absolute power in our case and we were all at her mercy.
As things stand now, Tobi was in her good books just by being cute. Although his initials remains in her bad book. Eric’s full name was in her bad book and it will take an angelic intervention to get it out.
As for me, where do I stand?
Happiness left me and Henry standing and went to take a seat. She brought out a book and started reading. I felt bad for Henry. He just got “dragged” on my behalf.
She was loud, hyperactive, unapologetic, energetic, unreserved, and outlandish. Happiness would stand up to any Alpha Male, and leave him in tears. Wherever she shows up, she either has the leadership position given to her, or she just takes it.
For the rest of the school year, both Naomi and Olu were nicknamed Baller. They had both earned it, although the name brought up different emotions for each of them.
From that day on, Ruth had it on for him. Whenever a teacher asked her to write down the name of noisemakers, his name was number one on the list. If she was asked to pick students for menial work like cutting grass or washing the toilet, she picked him first.
This is the story of me and Ruth. Not Ruth Abokoku, but Ruth the class captain.
I can’t overstate this, MB is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, Ruth comes a close second. If MB is Dark and Lovely, then Ruth is Dark and Shining.
The Administrative Assistant walked me to a class, she called on the class captain and told her that I was a new student and should be settled in.
This is the story of how I met Ruth.
As we stood up from the bench, she opened her arms to give me a hug. “Robotically”, I walked forward to hug her.
Tinu gave me a side hug. Looking back now, it seems like that hug sealed my seat in the Brother-Zone. At least, it was better than the hug I got (or didn’t get) on the first day of the school year.
As I saw Tinu step into the class, I cannot describe the feeling that came over me. It was like a jar of butterflies was opened up in my tummy.
By the time we resumed school, let’s just say I was no longer the “Innocent Boy” Tinu used to know. What I knew and what I wanted to know made me relate with girls a little different.
We were best of friends for the most part of the school day, until Tinu got in the mood to “torment” Hezekiah.
Sometimes, they wanted to be so next to each other, I would expect them to merge into one. Other times, they’ll be at each other’s throat and I’ll have to be the buffer, to prevent them from exchanging punches.
Once again, it seemed the party and come to a halt and everyone was staring at our awkward reunion.
“Hi” she finally whispered.
But then, ice cream is the smallest price to pay to see MB again. She is worth a thousand, even a million ice creams. I just can’t wait.
When do we humans first become aware of ourselves? When do we take note of our environment? When is the first time we recognize others? At what age do we start having friends? When do we first fall in love?
I no be Casanova but I like women them;
I know you have a lover help me hail you man them;
My name is Carl and this is the story of me and the many women I love.