samlak
samlak Painful Pleasure (By TPP)
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Episode 17
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“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!
