Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 11

I watched anxiously at what was about to happen. Ifeoma had left the field to my dismay but I was surprised when she returned minutes later with a very gorgeous girl. Choi!! This girl make sense die!. I stood and folded my arms in akimbo watching what Ifeoma’s plan was.

The girl went towards FM’s direction and stood in front of him. She began acting like she was waiting for someone, as she would glance at her wristwatch every second.

Some how, FM managed to dispose the girl he was playing love with while he approached the beautiful girl. They began to discuss somethings which I couldn’t really hear but both FM and the girl began laughing as they shifted into the bushes closeby with FM already unbuckling his belt.

Next thing I knew, she started yelling and shouting beckoning the boys in the field to come that FM wanted to Molest her.

Omo, field boys blood hot as they saw the fine babe this guy wanted to f’up. FM on the otherhand couldn’t deny or say anything since his trouser was loosed and unbuckled.

Next thing I knew, FM was rolling on the floor with a broken head, bruises all over his body and blood all over his cloth.

The rest is history sha. From that day on, whenever FM saw me, he would lie flat on floor greeting me with respect….

‘Val! Val!’ A tap on my shoulders.

‘Valentine!!’ I was brought back to campus reality. It was Emma.

‘Chai, this hot afternoon, you just dey daydream? Since I dey call your name you just do as if them remove the socket for your brain’ Emma said.

‘You dey craze abi? Person no fit siddon reason life?’ I asked while Emma started laughing hard. This his laughter really infuriates me, but he’s fortunate enough that I have eaten morning food.

‘You mean life of hunger and garri?’ Emma asked, while I looked away as he continued his infectious laughter. Someone need ed to spank some sense into this boy.

‘I no get your time today at all, I don dey go, make I see how afternoon food go set for me’ I replied, making to leave but he drew me back.

‘Guy, On a more serious note, E get something wey I one discuss with you o’. Emma began, with seriousness written on his face.

‘No be you wey I know? You done ever talk better thing for your life before?’ I fired while he hissed and dragged me to a closeby bench behind our faculty.

‘You na poor man na, your own thinking no be here!’ He countered. ‘But I dey serious for this matter o, abeg siddon make we yarn’

I looked at his face and saw genuinty, so I sat and he began.

‘See, E get one baba like that for (address withheld). That baba strong and he get power to make boys rich yanfuyanfu’ He looked at me to make sure he was driving his point to me.

‘Which day you start to dey go meet babalawo? You dis boy, I no even trust you again o. I no dey go meet any babalawo at all, infact I don vex, I no want talk to you again’ I said, standing up to leave while he held me down to sit.

‘Guy believe me, this one no be babalawo, this baba na confirm baba wey done make plenty plenty people rich for this campus’ He looked at me again, this time awaiting my response.

‘Guy, babalawo na babalawo, I no want make person begin dey ask me for b0s0m of mosquito, pregnant pikin of cockroach or head of headascorse.’ I questioned him but it seemed Emma already knew I was gonna prove stubborn as he answered all my questions like a jambito.

‘Guy forget that talk’ Emma began, ‘You know that guy wey dey for faculty of arts? That guy wey get big head as if him be headboy?’ Emma asked.

‘Yea, That guy wey him mother be headteacher and the father be headmaster wey them dey live for headquarters?’ I replied.

‘Exactly!’ Emma affirmed. ‘That guy done hammer o’.

‘Talk True’ I asked.

‘I swear, na him even tell me some things about the baba. Say the baba no even collect one ‘Pim’ of money for him hand or say make him do any ritual. Guy I don hammer oooo’ Emma said excitedly.

‘I no get option again na, make we go meet the baba, abi how you see am?’ I asked, trying not to cut his moral.

‘Na now you come! Infact, one bottle for my head!’ Emma excitedly said as we both laughed.

Hmmm, my dear readers, What happened in the visit to the baba’s shrine is a story for the gods…