“…I was trying to concentrate and understand the Demand and Supply Curves that Santos was teaching us, when both the class my entire biological and psychological systems were disrupted.
“Good morning Sir”, said a Coca-Cola bottle shaped tall dark figure, with a smile that exposed an Oral B Advert worthy white teeth, glittering between a shiny wet-lips covered lips, that blended perfectly with a smooth dark skin and well combed pure black afro old school hair.
“Bishop Alex said I should join this class”, her Angelic voice sang to the not so tall Santos who taught us Economics and Government at Bishop Alex JAMB lesson center.
The usually funny Santos wasn’t sounding funny when he told her where to sit. I am sure the same thing happening to me was happening to him.
My eyes were fixed on her as she catwalked to her seat.
I could clearly see the practical intersection of the demand and supply curve on her waist.
As she walked, the left hips would demand, the right hips would supply. The left hips would demand, the right hips would supply.
Seating down diverted my attention from her waist the way politicians divert public funds, and fixed on her chest and face.
“Duke!” that tout friend of mine who also failed JAMB, shouted, pinching me to concentrate.
“Chukwu kpọọ gị ọkụ, Ezeaku”. Who told him I wasn’t concentrating? I was only concentrating on the more important things of life.
I mean, who needs the demand and supply curve on the board when I can see the practical?
If meeting this girl was why I failed JAMB, then let me fail JAMB again! God works in mysterious ways after all.
For the rest of the class, my eyes remained fixed on her, my heart was beating faster and my imagination turned to a theatre of romantic movies.
But there was a problem!
I have never toasted any girl before. I didn’t know how to. I was never interested in that kind of thing. I used to think it was for never dowells.
After the class, I waited for her to be alone so I can go and talk to her. For where?
All those chingum girls were perching around her, trying to stain her for me. They cannot just be on their own and leave her alone.
I was still roaming about, waiting for opportunity, when a Camry 2.2 pulled up and she entered, and the woman drove her out.
I had to be humble and seek the help of the chingum girls. One of them finally gave me her 2go username.
What a mighty God we serve! My bread has been buttered. I had 2go swag. I was at the Master level.
I went home that day, daydreaming as I walked, imagining a “happily ever after” with Damzy169. That’s her 2go username.
JAMB was 2 months away, but my biggest concern was Damzy169. For her, I can fail JAMB again.
A ga-alakwa ije a?
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