samlak
samlak The Painful Pleasure
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EPISODE 8
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“Block 2, Room 109, Bed no 9, Upper
Bunk.” That was written
on my accommodation slip, meaning;
that was the room
allocated to me, Awolowo Hall is so
Big that i almost got lost,
looking for ‘Block 2’, but after
questioning so many people, i
got to my room. That was when i met
‘Nigga Black’.
‘Nigga Black’, whose real name was
Emmanuel was a part 3
student of psychology. Seriously, i
have never seen someone
so dark. You cannot see him and not
notice his ‘darkness’.
We call him other names like: Albino,
Kiwi Ambassador,
Black Maria etc. But he was just
dark on the outside, he had
a pure heart. So calm, so gentle,
never offended and easy
going.
‘Nigga Black’ took my load from me,
and showed me to my
bedspace. I dropped my bed on it
and carefully arranged all
my load in the cupboard that was
assigned to me. It was
then that he started telling me
stuffs about campus and
hostel. He told me the story of
‘Africa’, how he was
murdered in block 8. Fear gripped
me, as he told me to calm
down, that the days of cultists where
over in OAU.
So many other people started coming
in, and here are my
room mates: Nigga Black, Mayowa (A
part one student of
CPP), Matthew (A deeper life
member, and a Direct Entry
student of Mechanical Engineering),
Olu (Final year student
of accounting) Emeka (Final year
student of Sociology) and
Abdul (Final year student of Agric
Economics)
There were three bunks in the room,
Nigga Black had been
in the room since the year before so
he just stayed in the
room, squatting with us.
There was a party then called
“Anglomoz Party”. (Anglomoz
is a place between Angola (A male
hostel mainly for
freshers) , Awolowo and Mozambique
Hall where people
(mostly boys and girls) meet to talk)
It was organized by
Awolowo hall chairman for all fresh-
men. So Mayowa
suggested that we attend the party,
then i agreed since
lecture was yet to start. It was a
night party
When we got to anglomoz, after we
had stayed for about 5
minutes, enjoying the various
activities, Someone just
covered my eyes with hands from the
back. The last time i
did that ‘rubbish’ was when i was in
primary 5. I didn’t know
what to say because i did not even
know who it was, though i
have very sensitive sense of smell
and i knew that perfume’s
smell was familiar. As i gently
removed the hands, and
turned back to see who it was.
