The Love I Regretted - Season 1 - Episode 3

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The Love I Regretted - Season 1 - Episode 3

I was applying cream on my body after the shower when I heard a knock on the door.
Me: who is that?

Voice: can a female guest enter?
Me: (Oh it is Rachael, that’s fast) give me some minutes. (I don’t like ladies seeing my “packless” chest so I quickly put on underwear) you can come in

Rachael: (enters room) and how did you know it’s me?


Me: Haba, I recognize your voice even in the dream.
Rachael: (smiles) Where is Temmy?
Me: You mean your boyfriend or should I say fiancée?

Rachael: [looking surprised] so he already told you?

Me: Told me what?
Rachael: Don’t bother
Me: Okay now
Rachael: So where is he?
Me: He left for you
Rachael: Oh my! Why can’t he call? I left my room some hours back to make my hair
Me: (so you left saloon and decided to come here straight away? The puzzle is getting solved) I’m afraid you guys have missed each other. Let me call him.

I picked my white opsson D1 android phone and scrolled for Temmy’s number. It took me some time before I got to “T” on the phonebook. My once admired phone is now damn slow and irritating. Finally I got to ‘T’ and dialed his number only for the network to reply with “number busy’. Racheal’s phone rang almost immediately and it was Temmy. I guess that’s why his number was busy. Rachael picked and they speak for some seconds with Rachael repeating “I’m at your place already”.

Rachael: He’s on his way back here.
Me: Alright I’m set
In less than no time, Temmy arrived and we all left for the show. I was on a red T-shirt and blue-black jean trouser but decided to go along with my black long sleeve cardigan in case mosquitoes decide to patrol tonight. I don’t know why they have to use Seven-Fifty lecture hall at this period when everybody knows that’s where mosquitoes do have their conference every night. Having my black cardigan will be my way of waging war against mosquitoes and potential cold.
We all gist as we move under cashew trees along the Faculty of Sciences buildings. I noticed Temmy and Rachael were hand in hand as Rachael walks in between Temmy and I. At this point my instinct is confirming a formalized chemistry between these two though I’ll wait for Temmy to break the news Himself.

We met so many people outside the lecture theater trying to find their way in. the loud sound of music coming from the hall is so much we could barely hear ourselves. “What’s going on here?” came a voice over our shoulders.
Me: Markinson baba, how far now?
Mark: My guy I dey o. What’s good?
Me: We just dey manage o, na your eyes we dey look.

Mark: Better look God’s eye before you enter one chance.
Me: Guys let’s go inside, I don’t feel comfortable here.
Mark: Are you with your ticket? Or don’t you know that’s why many people are still outside.
Me: Cho!

Temmy: Let’s go guys. it’s free for 500level students.
Me: Now you are talking.
We found our way into the hall through the second door preserved for final year students. There is clarity in the music being played now unlike while we were outside, though still very loud forbidding smooth conversation. We sat on the same row at the topmost part of the first column with Rachael sitting in between Temmy and I, and Mark sitting to my other side. Temmy and Rachael got into personal conversation that totally sidelines me. I got the message and look towards Mark’s side who was so focused on the dancing group on stage. I got no option so I started watching them too.


The show got more interesting as the comedians took turns to ignite laughter in us until this boring singer took to the stage. I hate it when artist are miming on stage which is why I don’t go for shows of the so call stars in the country. I love originality. Since it’s your song, at least let the D.J. play the instrumentals for you and then sing to it if live band is not available instead of jumping up and down the stage like a hungry vampire mosquito without making sense.
I endured the first singer and was more than happy to see him wave off the stage only for another singer to enter with his own mimicking. This one was even worse as the played song in itself is whack. I couldn’t contain my frustration any longer so I decided to step outside maybe I’ll get some snacks and soft drink to step down.
Outside the hall was another worrisome site with some of the so call big boys and their olosho babes drinking and smoking heavily while they dance to music coming from one of the parked cars. I decided to go towards the back of the hall, to the circle where MKO status was mounted. That decision results to be a nice idea as the place was immune to the heavy sound coming in and out the hall. I couldn’t found any hawkers around so I sat on the circle platform enjoying the cool breeze aided by dongoyaro and cashew trees on the convocation ground. I brought out my phone to check for notifications on facebook and then to nairaland to laugh out at funny comments that is never lacking on each post made on the forum. Facebook was still loading when I notice an unusual sound coming from my back. Facing the direction of the sound and alas! *I wasn’t alone in the circle.*

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