the unfaithful servant with 5 stars(story)

It was 10am already, and I was still on my bed, sleeping. As
the guys were laughing so loud, I had to wake up. Mayowa
had been giving them the ‘party gist’. I pretended I was still
sleeping as I listened to the conversation. . .
Mayowa: That girl for slap my face true true o, as d blackout
happen, omo na so I tear race o.
Olu: It fit be say na you she go kiss na, anything fit happen o
Emeka: If I hear say dat girl kiss am, make God con help you
make that girl hand strong well well, your face for tear reach
back. . .
Emeka is a very funny guy, so when I heard what he said, I
laughed loud, and they all knew I had been pretending all
the while. Mayowa told the guys how scared he was when he
thought he would be slapped. Then I narrated the part
Mayowa didn’t get to see; how she tried to kiss me, and how
I refused. When Emeka heard this, matters took another
turn, as he took the issue personal. “Guy, you dey craze o,
how girl go wan kiss you, you come dey form holy holy, your
father well well, your father yaga yaga. Girl wey you for do
strong thing, make she know say you be man, you con dey
do like p---y. Guy, you don fall my hand. If to say na me, I
for show her say Jesus no get tribal marks”. Emeka made me
feel I did something bad, and he really succeeded with the
help of Olu and Mayowa. I told them more about Sandra,
how we met and how she was just behaving. “Abeg, shey u
go gimme dat girl?” Olu asked, and Emeka replied him “Guy
free that part 1 girl for our guy o, make him flex, make him
dey alright”.
Seriously, the whole conversation we had that day made me
regret just rejecting Sandra that day, I wished I had done
more. “There will surely be another chance, and if the
chance is not forth-coming, I will create it.” I said to myself. I
had gotten her number already, so things won’t be difficult.
That day, there was an orientation programme for freshers,
but Mayowa and I didn’t bother to go, since Emeka and Olu
told us it wasn’t really important. They told us they were
always saying ‘ase’ (irrelevant stuffs).
We continued our registration, going from library to the
health center to the department to the faculty submitting
one document or the other. It was really stressful. We were
asked to pay dues to the faculty and departments and we
did. After like 2 weeks, lectures were going to start. So many
materials were introduced to us, and we bought the ones we
could. Lectures were going to commence, my university life
was about to start in full.

It was a Sunday, lectures were going to start the following
day, and since I came to school, I had not gone to church,
two Sundays had passed already. My mum is a very devoted
Christian, thank God money is not the criteria for being a
deaconess in my church, she wouldn’t have had the chance.
She had taught me not to miss any Sunday service, as it is
written “Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.” My
mother had taught me to go to church 52 Sundays a year, 53
if possible, but what exactly was wrong with me, I couldn’t
figure out what was going on with me.
I decided to go to church, I talked Mayowa into going with
me and he agreed. So we decided to go to ‘Church of Christ’.
It was a popular church then, known for quick and short
services. The day ‘holy spirit takes control’, and they have to
stay longer than usual, that is when they use up to two
hours. Since most students do not like long services, this
church had so many members.
The service was meant to start by 10am and end latest by
12pm. Mayowa and I got to church around 10:30, as a
protocol member gently led us to our seat. The sitting was
strictly on a ‘sit as you come’ basis. It was a praise and
worship session, the lady leading was so blessed. As at the
time we entered, she was singing the song: “We give you all
the glory. . . We worship you our lord . . . you are worthy to
be praised. . . You are alpha, and omega”. The song really
touched me, as I lifted my hands to reference God as the
beginning and the end of my life.
There was a lady just there beside me with a pair of glasses
on, whose ‘part’ was very correct and loud. I know about
music, as I can play the keyboard, the drum set quite well,
and I can also sing. The lady caught my attention, she had a
pair of glasses on, and she lifted up both hands, singing
from the depth of her hearth. “Well, that shouldn’t distract
my worship.” I said to myself. I continued, as I was thinking
back on what God has done for me, success, provision, and
grace. All I could do was to thank him. It was time to dance, I
danced like there was no tomorrow, I was so happy to be in
the presence of God, I knew I had done what’s right.
Then the lady leading the praises said “hold a person beside
you and say (singing) we are going higher, we are going
higher. . . ” I held the lady with glasses I had been admiring
all the while. Well, she didn’t see any thing wrong with it as
we both sang the song.
The sermon came on, the pastor preached on the topic “he’s
able”. The pastor showed us the power of God, and the
ability of God to do all things for us, and through us. He
used Ephesians 3:20 as his anchor text. It was a wonderful
message. I can never forget it.
The pastor concluded the message, and the ‘first-timers’
were asked to stand up for recognition. Mayowa and i stood
up, and to my surprise, the lady beside me stood up too.

So many other first timers stood up, we were celebrated,
and we were asked to follow a guy who gave us a form to fill.
The form has a part asking whether or not we would like to
Join the church, if we would like to Join the work force, and
what unit we would like to Join. Mayowa filled No/Nil all
through, he never liked church anyways. I filled yes all
through, and I answered that I wanted to join the choir. The
girl did the same, so I was forced to talk to her. “You sing
pretty well.” I said to her. She looked at me, trying to be sure
that I was talking to her. “You mean me?” She asked. “Yes,
you.” I answered.
Mayowa was already getting angry with the whole situation,
because he doesn’t like ‘church-girls’, so he didn’t really like
the fact that I was talking to her. Since he filled ‘No’, that he
didn’t want to join the church, he didn’t have to wait for any
extra meeting. He told me he was going already, then I said
bye to him. So the girl answered me. “that I chose to join the
choir, doesn’t mean I can sing. Wait! Were you peeping into
my form? I denied briskly. ” No, it was when you were
singing beside me that I heard your voice, and discovered
that you sing so well.” She looked at me suprisingly and said
“during that awesome worship, you were noticing someone’s
voice?” I answered immediately. “No, it’s not like that, I’m
just so sensitive to sound”. . .
We continued the conversation. . .
Me: So what part do you take exactly?
The girl: I take all parts, but I mainly take alto
Me: Wow that’s just like me, but the difference is that I’m
more comfortable taking tenor.
The girl: That’s really great. I’m Aramide, what’s your name?
Me: Please pardon my manners, I’m Dapo. It’s really nice
meeting you.
Aramide: The pleasure is all mine. You are in what
department?
Me: MCB, what about you?
Aramide: English Language. . .
We were going to continue the conversation, but some guys
came to address us, to tell us about becoming a member, a
‘worker’ and other things like that.
Immediately after the meeting, we prayed, and when I
opened my eyes, I didn’t see Aramide. Where she went, I
didn’t know. I just took my bible, and started going to my
hostel. Right there and then, I knew I had fallen in love.
Aramide is so beautiful, she speaks softly. She isn’t like
Sandra who talks like a parrot. She’s God fearing, and she is
nice too. I knew it was too early to conclude, but that was my
conclusion.
I took a bus and headed straight to my hostel, since I was
going to start lectures the following day.
Now I have Sandra, my lousy, saucy friend, Moji my FDF,
then Aramide whom I really love.
I got to my room, and I met Mayowa, already sleeping. I just
went straight into preparing for the next day’s work. Mayowa
had cooked ‘condition rice’ before sleeping. So I ate, then I
tried sleeping too. It was then my phone rang, it was my
mum. That was the second time she was calling me since I
resumed school. I was so happy to hear from her. I
apologized to her for not calling her earlier, I told her I have
been busy with registration activities.
She told me a lot of things, and repeated the ‘Ranti Omo Eni
Ti o n Se’ speech. But what surprised me the most was that
this time around, more emphasis was laid on ‘No 3’ of the
list. She kept on telling me to be careful with girls, maybe
she had seen some things in the realm of the spirit
concerning me. I thanked her, and told her, I won’t let her
down, then she ended the call.
Lectures were going to start the following day, it was going to
start with an ‘8 o’ clock’ chemistry class which would last for
an hour. Abdul told us (Mayowa and I) to get to the venue as
early as 6:30, or else, we won’t get a sit. We considered it as
an exaggerated fact, how can we go for a class, 1 hour, 30
minutes earlier.
Mayowa started the ‘church-gist’ in the evening around 8pm.
He told Emeka and Olu how I was behaving like a ‘church-
freak’. Those ones, blamed me too, they said I should have
followed him when he said he was coming to the hostel,
after all we went together. Mayowa started talking about
Aramide, how I was talking to her, about music, and he had
to leave, since he didn’t like music talks. Emeka was
surprised that I was talking to a girl again. “Guy, you be
woman rapper o, you never even finish Sandra patrol, you
don dey start another one.” Emeka said to me. “Watin be the
girl name self?” He asked. “Aramide” I answered. I didn’t tell
them I have fallen in love. We talked till around 12am, and
slept.
We woke up around 7am, we rushed up and by 7:45am, we
left the hostel for the Chemistry class.
When we got to the class, what Abdul told us turned out to
be true. We got to the class 7:55am, and the whole ‘lecture
theatre’ was filled to the brim. Some people sat on the floor,
while others were standing, holding their notes.
The lecturer was not around yet, so the place was so rowdy.
People were walking up and down, looking for empty,
unnoticed seats. Mayowa and I joined in the quest. This
quest was for people who didn’t want to sit on the floor, or
stand all through. As we were going to the front, looking
around, someone was waving at me, it was my FDF (Moji).
I went to her, and she offered me a seat, right in the third
row. I managed to ‘enter’, managing the space with mayowa
“You kept the sit for me?” I asked her. “No, not exactly, I kept
it for my roommate, who later decided to sit at the back with
her friends, she said she doesn’t like sitting in front. When I
just saw you, I decided to give my FDF the seat.” She
answered. “That was thoughtful of you.” I said. “Yeah right!”
She answered.
The lecturer came around 8:05am, and when he entered,
everywhere became as a grave yard. You could literarily
hear the sound of a falling pin. The man started by
welcoming us to the university system, as he laughed at
those sitting down on the floor. He told us he is also a
graduate of OAU, and during his time it wasn’t that bad.
He welcomed us to the course ‘CHM101’, he was successful
in planting the seeds of fear in our hearts after telling us the
high percentage of people that do fail the course, and cases
of people who had extra sessions just because of this
course. He discovered that he had only succeeded in causing
panic, he told us that it’s not that difficult, all we had to do
was to study well, and everything was going to be fine. Now,
everyone became a bit relieved, then he started taking the
course.
Since it was the first class, he just gave us the course outline
and recommended some texts. He talked about ‘readings’
and ‘errors’, and before we knew it, it was 9:00am already,
and we had to end the lecture, as some students of ‘arts and
humanities’ were already waiting outside to use the same
venue for their lecture.
The lecturer ended the class, and everywhere was conjested,
about 1500 people were trying to exit the hall, while about
750 were trying to come in. “You didn’t even call me at all,
after I fixed your phone.” Moji said to me as we were slowly
moving to the exit. “Why didn’t you call me too?” I shifted the
blame briskly, I had forgotten that I didn’t give her my
number. “You didn’t give me your number, it was your
phone I fixed, you didn’t get to fix mine”. She said to me.
Now it occurred to me that I didn’t give her my number.
“Oya ma binu, I totally forgot.” . . This time, we had gotten to
the exit. We continued the conversation, as we were going to
the hostel. Mayowa wasn’t angry with the whole thing in
anyway. in fact, he was joining in the conversation the little
way he could. . .
“So what have you been eating, all the while? Do you cook?”
Moji asked me. “I cook a lot, but my foodstuffs have finished
already, I only have small garri left. I don’t even know what
to eat tonight.” I answered. “Wow, that’s serious. Please,
flash me with your number.” I was surprised at what she
said, I was telling her, I didn’t know what to eat that night,
and all she could do was to talk about something else. “She
is not my mother anyway.” I said to myself, and flashed her
as she said, and she saved my number.
“Have you gotten your practical manuals?” She asked. “No I
haven’t, I will get it from the class rep probably tomorrow”. I
answered. We talked about lot’s of stuffs, and before we
knew it I had gotten to my hostel, but we went through
anglomoz and entered my hostel through the annex. So that
we (Mayowa and I) walked her to her hostel. She really
appreciated it, as we shook hands and went our separate
ways.
As we were going into the room, Mayowa and I stated a
conversation. . .
Mayowa: Dapo, I swear, that girl like you die.
Me: (laughing) why did you say that?
Mayowa: didn’t you see the way she was looking at you,
even when the lecture was on going?
Me: I didn’t notice o. But guy wait, why you wan spoil my life,
you say make I follow Sandra up, I dey try follow am, now
this one again. What exactly do you want me to do, even if
she really likes me?
Mayowa: don’t talk like that now, Sandra is just a street girl
wey you go chop clean mouth, but this one na very good girl
o.
Me: And Aramide?
Mayowa: Those church girls aren’t really what they claim to
be, most of them are pretenders.
Me: Well, if there is any good girl among the three of them, I
think it us Aramide and not Moji.
Mayowa: You fit no see girl wey go like you like this again o,
I don talk my own o. . .
We got to the room, and Mayowa and I had minutes of
argument, just because he said Moji is more beautiful than
Aramide. Sandra is the most beautiful, no doubt about that.
But Aramide is more beautiful than Moji. Well, beauty they
say, is in the eyes of the beholder, and Mayowa isn’t
certainly that beholder. I told him most of these things and
he was just laughing.
I was running out of cash, and didn’t even know what to eat
that night. I called my mum, and all she did was to complain
to me about how ‘hard’ things were at home, how her fruit
business was almost crumbling.
I sat on my bed, I was so depressed. I didn’t tell anyone
what I was going through. In fact, only Mayowa knew I had
lost my father. I was deep in thought, then my phone rang.
Guess who it was!
To my surprise, it was Moji. That was around 6pm. “Why
exactly is she calling me?” I said to myself. I picked the call. .
.
Me: Moji, whatsup naw, so good to hear from you.
Moji: yeah right. Where are you please?
Me: My room.
Moji: Have you eaten?
Me: (getting curious)No, not yet.
Moji: I’m cooking rice now, and I was thinking, that if you
won’t mind, I can bring you some.
Me: Seriously, that’s so thoughtful of you. I won’t mind at all.
In fact I can’t wait to taste your delicacy.
Moji: (laughing) I will call you when the food is ready, you
will come and take it at Anglomoz.
Me: Thanks so much Moji, I really do appreciate you.
Moji: Never mind, what are friends for. I will call you when
it’s ready. Bye.
Me: Bye, thanks (she ended the call).
I told Mayowa about the whole ‘package’. “I told you she
likes you, you were pretending you didn’t know. Anyway, me
i go chop o.” He said. I answered and said, “you just said this
girl likes me, what if the food she is bringing me contains
love portion, I will eat alone o so that I won’t implicate you.”
Mayowa answered immediately. “Let the love portion catch
us together o, I don dey notice say I no dey love these days,
it be like say I need love portion wey go ginger my ministry.”
We started whining each other, as we both laughed. I was
pulling his legs, and he was equally up to the task.
Some minutes after 7, Moji called me that she was waiting at
Anglomoz already. I went there with Mayowa. When we got
there, Moji was quite surprised to see that I came with
Mayowa. “You and this your friend, you are just like the snail
and it’s shell”. She said. “We are like twin brothers.” Mayowa
answered. Moji handed over a cooler to me, in a black
nylon. I opened it, it contained white rice, stew, and two fish.
“Moji, seriously you are a darling. Thank you so much.” I
said to her and gave her a hug. “You don’t have to thank me,
what are friends for? You know you told me in the morning,
that you didn’t even know what to eat tonight. I can’t hear
that and do nothing about it. That’s why I took your number
so I could call you.” Since I told moji in the morning that I
didn’t know what to eat that night, she didn’t forget about it
and brought me food. “Maybe it was my dad in action
(Yoruba beliefs).” I said to myself. I took the food, said ‘bye’
to Moji, and went back to the hostel.
We got to the hostel and saw Emeka. “You guys went to buy
food?” He asked. “No,I went to collect it from Moji at
Anglomoz.” I answered. “Who be Moji again?” He asked. “She
is a girl in my department, I met her on the bus when I was
coming to Ife.” I answered. The guy told me what just
happened is called ‘cooler ministry’. For those of you that
have been getting or giving food via cooler. What you’re
doing is what Emeka called ‘cooler ministry’. It is not bad
though, it’s totally good as long as it is done with a good
heart, both on the giving end, and on the receiving end.
Mayowa and I ate the rice, Moji is such a good cook. The
stew tasted almost like my mum’s. I felt at home for the first
time, since I came to Ife, I had been eating ‘condition rice’.
“What a wonderful girl Moji is”. I said to myself.

Share this

Related Posts

Previous
Next Post »