Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40
We stopped at Joseph’s house
when we finally returned. Joseph
and Zubi discussed the strategies
they would employ to see they
got the girls to bed. Joseph had
been living with a girl in same
level and department since their
second semester of first year. She
had literally caged Joseph to the
extent his relationship with his
fellow guys was timed. She
would give him between thirty
minutes to one hour to relate
with us but this must be only
when we had protested at his
door for a while. You would be
wondering how he got the
whole time to go on this
adventure with us. His girl had
travelled to Lagos to see her
people and she had planned to
spend over two weeks there.
Once Joseph made sure she was
in Lagos he practically jumped
up, flapped his wings and
promised himself to make the
most out of this temporary
freedom.
.
.
Zubi, on the other hand, was yet
to ‘nail’ any girl since he got
admission. His predicament was
made worse with the fact that he
was yet to get his own
accomodation and thus was still
living with his elder sister. We
even made so much jest of his
situation by always calling him
mocking names like the
‘konjestus’, ‘konjiful’ or
‘konjilized’ guy. Nevertheless,
he’s got his games up and his
swag flying.
.
We watched a couple of
Hollywood movies until a few
minutes before 4pm when they
decided to arrange the rooms (2-
Rooms Self Content) in
preparation for the girls visit. I
wished both of them well and
then excused myself to my own
house since I wasn’t part of the
arrangement. I settled in my
room, quickly took a cold garium
sulphate garnished wit Arachis
hypogaea of the leguminous
family. I heard my phone beep
while still enjoying my low key
meal. I opened the incoming
message and it was a short text
from zubi that read ”Guy, de girls
don show. Time for some biz.
Sorry ok…”
I’ve known Zubi for sometime
and already used to his
tauntings. Anyways, it’s all male
thing. I finished up the meal and
then went to the varenda to take
some fresh air. Zubi came out a
few minutes later and went
straight to a store in our house
where he bought two bottles of
malt and six packs of indomie
noodles. He gave me a quick
mockery dance when he was
going back into Joseph’s house.
”Chei, diz guys dey enjoy o,” I
said to myself. After about 45
minutes of sitting outside, I was
about taking a stroll out when I
saw Zubi walked out looking very
angry.
”Guy, dis wan your face be like
person wey kiss cobra, wetin
happen?” I curiously asked him.
”Ômô, na one of those chicks o…
The babe no gree make I touch
am. She just dey behave one kain
one kain. Me I don taya to beg
her jor. Make she carry her body
go I no send,” Zubi explained
while keeping a regretful face.
I was really tempted to give him
a very long scornful laugh but I
composed myself.
”What about Joseph’s girl?” I
further asked him.
”The babe dey cooperate wella.
Hmmm, she’s just all over him o…
Na so dem just dey kiss
everywhere,” Zubi replied.
”Which girl wouldn’t? After all,
Joseph’s apartment looks greatly
accessorized,” I thought within.
All Joseph needed was just to
make a girl come to his
apartment. Forget the rest
sermon, the interior will surely
handle that.
We were still chatting over Zubi’s
situation when the girls came
out. Zubi’s girl looked all ready to
go as she clutched her purse. The
other girl was visibly pleading
with her to loosen herself a bit
and enjoy the moment but she
wasn’t giving her the listening
ear.
”You dey go abi you no dey go?”
Zubi’s girl shouted at the other
girl. ”Errhm, just dey go. I will
come back tomorrow. Abeg, no
tell anybody where I go if they
ask,” Joseph’s girl replied her
friend.
”Guy, go beg the girl see
whether she go change her
mind,” I adviced Zubi.
”Bia Spain, abeg free me. I no
dey interested again,” Zubi
replied with a finality tone.
We watched Zubi’s girl as she
boarded a bus and left. Joseph’s
girl turned and went back to her
supposedly new found love.
At the end of the day the score
line was even at all zeros
between Zubi and I while Joseph
was now two points ahead.
Only if we knew what still lay
ahead…
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