I will continue to write about my life in high school (at
least till I get tired of it) till I have written about enough interesting
occurrences. I am sure you have read Memories of High school and “ME ME…….THEIR
ME”. Today, I will be writing about a
very close friend of mine. As in, very very very close oo. In short, she was
one the closest female friends I had in my final year of senior high. She was
one hell of a marvelous girl. I miss her and her bestie oo….. her bestie ehn,
her smile can intoxicate you…. Ok, back to the girl. I will call her LADY X (buh
thatz not her name oo)
You know that feeling
you get when you are the third person to do one particular thing ever since the
school came into being, when almost everyone in school knows, you know that
feeling now, that feeling; when you are walking and it’s like the whole school
is saying “that’s the guy” that’s “SUREBOY” and all you can do is to form fresh
boy and walk, that’s how it was. I felt like a star and as far as the premises
of the school was concerned, I felt like 2FACE. I was the third guy to do a
song in a studio in the school. How people knew and how people even know the
song sef, I don’t know till today but people knew shaa, the song was on the
lips of almost everybody. I could hardly walk 10 feet without someone saying
“OJ” or “SUREBOY”, Mehn! To be sincere o, I enjoyed it. Don’t worry, I will
upload it and post the link one of these days shaa.
Back to the subject,
the incidence happened during summer school. That afternoon, almost everybody
had gone home ooo (except the ss3 students) I was in ss2 then, so, whatever I
was still doing in school, I don’t know but just when I was ready to go home, I
saw this girl, she walked out of a class, her hair was the color of a raven’s
wings and cascaded like a waterfall down her back but this was no more striking
than her eyes which were like sapphires set symmetrically into her chocolate colored
face, brimming to the point of overflowing, with peace, wisdom and compassion.
Her figure, slender and pale like a porcelain ornament and seemingly as a fragile,
also looked at the light as a feather. Indeed, she appeared to glide as she
moved swiftly across the pavement. Her eyes held a distant, dreamy look within
them, yet, seemed to scan her surroundings with purpose. She had a set of
perfectly icy white teeth. I was perplexed! She then stood in front of another
class. She was waiting for her big sister. Naturally, people who know me well
know that I seldom (actually don’t) walk up to girls anyhow, but that day? It
was like……I shaa don’t know joo……..i shaa went.
I was a really shy guy then soo obviously, I dint know what
to say soo, I just stood by her and you know now, like all those films, I said
“Hey” with a smile(lol seriously, I
still don’t believe I pulled that kind of dumb stunt and too bad, neither wale
nor funsho was around to help me but I am no more like that ooo) this babe
looked at me and carried her face away. I told myself, boy, try again, soo I
did it again but this time, she shifted as in I mean really shifted ooo… like
she moved away and stood in another place. Jeez! I felt like the ground would
just open up and swallow me. It was that day I knew that both the RAM and PROCESSOR
of the human brain are faster than that of a complex hybrid computer. in just
about 5 seconds, I had thought of soo many things, asked myself soo many
questions, dumb ones, in short, very dumb ones sef.then I told myself, if you
don’t follow her, you just successfully allowed
yourself to be disgraced gbam! Soo of course, I went again. Though she still
didn’t answer me, I felt less insulted. I tried talking to her but you know
those times when they are saying something on the radio and you are shouting
even at the top of your voice but the radio isn’t just answering, i.e., it
receives no reply. The Yoruba people of Nigeria call it “Asoro ma gbesi” in
direct translation, “the thing that talks and get no reply” , that was what I
looked like on that day. The ss3 students finished soo of course, her big sis
came out and I had to leave.
The next two days were the same but this time, I was making her laugh but she
still didn’t say anything. The third day, was a bit different. For the first
time, she spoke when she laughed and told me her name, we talked somehow shaa.
Throughout the remaining days of that week and the next, we only waved at each
other.
It was the last day
of summer school and everybody were in high spirit; exchanging phone numbers, etc
. I went to her and asked for her number, and then another drama started again.
She said she dint have a phone!(that answer was really annoying but I dint know
if she was lying or not). I started talking and talking but she still said she dint
have a phone and I could ask her big sis for her own. That was one crazy task
on its own. You know why? Cus her big sis had already washed soo many guyz in
school. When I did meet her big sis, we talked small shaa and then she gave me
“A” number. I called the number right in her front but the machine said “this
number those not exist on the MTN network” I was soo disappointed and the I
told her the number is switched off, she said “I am charging it at home soo I
switched it off”. I didn’t say anything again cus I felt stupid enough so I
just told her I will call in the evening. I felt soo fooled! I dint even
disturb myself I let them go and I had forgotten almost everything about her.
It was four days to
resumption and of course, I was preparing for school already. My phone rung and
when I picked and said “hello, who’s this?” she said “its LADY X” . I was
shocked but happy at the same time though. I was soo happy that I dint even
bother asking where she got my number from. We talked and talked almost every
night, we texted each other every day (sms o)I mean we chatted with our credits
every day. It was soo much fun being close to her. I cherish her a lot. I love
you LADY X.
That was one really crazy incidence. Seriously, it will take
a lot of time before I forget it. Watch out for my next post in this series of
high school memories. I love you :*
(ff @joeloseiga)
