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Episode 4

Femi was a 200L student, studying sociology and anthropology, in the prestigious kogi state university. He was good-looking, tall, dark in completion, with a well built body coupled with a nice facial beard.

At about 12:00pm, his mind transported back to reality. A gleaming sunlight suddenly illuminated his room prompting him to blink his eyelid in reaction to the beaming sun. Femi lived alone in a self-contain apartment, he decided not to have a roommate for confidential reasons. He had a queen-sized mattras on the southern flank of his room, a portable reading table and chair, a trolley, a mini-generator, an L.G home-theater, and a blue rug which was also the same colour of the room. He was quite comfortable staying alone but something was missing, he didn’t have a stable girlfriend, as he preferred ‘sampling’ eventhough he never considered himself a player. In his words, he was yet to meet that particular girl who would turn him into a loverboy.

It was a season of new things; a new year, a new beginning, a new academic session and a need for new restitutions. On new-year eve, Femi was at home with his family members. His parents and siblings were preparing for church where they intended to break into the new year, but Femi choosed to remain at home. He had never liked attending church with his family, simply because his parents attended a small church which was monopolized mainly by elderly people.

They soon bundled into the family Sienna car and left him at home. After a while, he started feeling guilty when his conscience began to judge him. Femi had to search for his long forsaken bible from wherever he might have kept it, he later found the bible inside his luggage. He waited fervently for the blink of the new year, so that by then, he must’ve escaped most of the church programmes, since his initial plan was only to break into the new year in any bible believing church.

Whilst he waited, Femi decided to compile a list of new year resolutions which he hoped to achieve in the coming year. Amongst the resolutions, two most important habit which he tend to overcome were alcoholism, and womanizing. He honestly wished to have a serious relationship, thereby abandoning the idea of “chop and clean mouth” but all that was to change in a matter of time.

Talking about time, the time was quarter to the hour of twelve before the born of a new year. Femi took his bible and left the house, he began wandering about searching for any nice church around his area that was appealing to his taste, especially the ones which had pretty girls, but his search prove abortive as none could match his expectation.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” That was the next thing he heard, as thousands of people choroused in unison. That was when it dawned on him that his plan had become fruitile, as he stood in the middle of a street not knowing the next course of action. Then he began to walk back home slowly in a dejected manner.

A few miles away from his house, he saw a beer-parlour with people dancing and chanting several jubilating remarks, they seemed elated to have made it into another year.

Femi walked into the bar and ordered for a bottle of beer, the bartender came with a chilled bottle of STAR LAGER and then placed it on the table where he was sitted. It was after Femi had successfully gulped down two chilled bottles of ‘Shine Shine Bobo’ then he realized that he had already broken one of his most pressing new year resolution barely five minutes into the new year.

FLASHFORWARD


Femi staggeredly stood up from his bed and walked towards his door, every atom of pain had suddenly disappeared from his body. He stepped outside and discovered that majority of his neighbours were jet to resume. He then walked back inside the room, picked his phone and dialled Bishop’s phone number.

Bishop is not the name of a pastor, neither is it the of a particular Reverend father. It was indeed the self-acclaimed name of a cassanover, a serial player who happened to be his best friend.

“Padi mi, how far na” Bishop said as he answered the call from the other end.

“Brodaly, I dey gallant, when you dey enta skul na?” Femi asked.

“See your life! I dey skul like dis, na yesterday me sha ball in” Bishop replied.

“Make sense. Me sef don resume, I dey show your side right now” Femi said excitedly.

“No bother yourself, I dey come your Lodge already.” Bishop said as the line went dead.

Three minutes later, Bishop arrived at Femi’s apartment while they hailed each other. Bishop lived at St’ Valentine Lodge, which is just a stone-throw from Freedom quarters.

They gisted about the boring break which didn’t yield much financial gains, with Femi lamenting about how school was dry since most student hadn’t resumed. Bishop came up with a plan to organise a fake birthday bash at his crib, strictly by invitation with fresh girls in attendance. Femi smiled in ecstasy, perhaps, you can always teach an old dog new tricks.

SHOW TIME!!


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