Ọmọ Pastor: Party After Party (The Women I Love)
With the quiz time over, I didn’t have to leave the event hall. My position in the program had earned me a seat at this party.
As soon as prizes were given out to the winners, I went to take my seat with Ruth and Naomi.
From here on, the activities left were nonacademic. There was a drama presentation from my school, a musical performance from an upcoming crew also from my school, and a dancing competition featuring dance crews from every school.
I was hoping Rukevwe would be among her school’s representatives, but she wasn’t.
The dance competition is always the highlight of every club day. Since the host school wasn’t involved, the school that got the most cheer was usually crowned winners.
Like clockwork, any school that was represented by the most beautiful girls usually won.
No matter how good the boys danced, they just couldn’t upturn the votes of hormone-driven teenagers.
The best of the “hardcore” dancers always came second. In truth, they were the real winners.
Another all-girl school won the dance competition. At least, these girls were also true dancers.
Their presentation had a combination of hip hop, salsa, rumba, reggae, ballet, and African cultural dance to top it up. Their song selection was also on point. Halfway through their performance, everyone knew they had won.
After the last performance, the HOD of the art department who doubles as matron for the ADC gave a closing remark and closing prayers.
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.