I LOVE YOU – episode 3

I LOVE YOU – episode 3

Oga emma shook me to life, as I woke up Sunday morning at 7:15 am. I jerked fully awake on realizing what time it was. I can’t be late for service which starts at 7:50 I RCFOAU if I want to get a seat in BOOC.

I brushed my teeth and got some water to rinse my face, got dressed and bolted out of the hostel.
I walk-ran to the venue of service, got a seat in the back roll luckily. “thank God, I wont be watching from tv today” I thought.

 I ran through my whatsapp messages before services commenced. Tons of messages were already waiting, about 70 from my class group, 250 from a news agency group, 20 from a fellowship group, but the one with the least number of messages-1 was from hadizat, I quickly opened it to see the content

It read thus :”happy Sunday dear”.

Now what isee is also affecting me – dear?. Not that she does’t use the word before but it now seem to connote a deeper meaning. Even though I was the one who first send the greeting before, seeing her send it first this time, what could have prompted her?

My fantasizing was impeded y the arrival of the Sunday school teacher, who also happens to be my first FBS(foundation bible school) teacher. She had talked about faith.

Praise and worship started the service proper with oga demola leading the praise team of my beloved chosen generation choir. I really loved to join them after I was through with FBS, which ended during lecture free week. The service was awesome as usual. Our FBS certificate was distributed to us that day. Our set was considered the fewest, despite the fact that we are 200 in number.

During the announcement, the gen sec read a portion that goes thus :
“ this is to all awo hall brethren, thank you for making it to the last hall meeting, we urge you to join us again, next Saturday at the field behind block 3, A.K.A san siro. You are blessed. We love you gidigan like ki lo le to be”

I knew the message wasn’t for me as I had attended hall just once when we first came to campus. But on hearing the last sentence of that announcement, I remembered the words from hadizat “I LOVE YOU”. I hit my head hard to shake off the thought, it was so hard that my friend paul asked me “ hope all is well?”. I only gave a nod in response.

The service ended soon, and after- service activities were going on. Some people going for different sub-group interviews, some buying and selling. Fellowship president taking pictures with interested FBS graduants. After taking a picture with the president, I left for the hostel alone, as paul was still having his interview at the follow-up and counseling stand.

I took selfies at motion ground and sent the best to hadizat on whatsaap with a message “ happy Sunday too”. Why did I send a picture? I asked myself.

Oga emma was already back when I got to the room. With the smell of stale beans filling the room, as he was warming the thing. I climbed my bed after pulling of my shoe to rest a bit. I fell asleep eventually.

Waking up around 6pm, I decided to cook as I was very hungry. When I was done eating, I decided to go read at awo café, though I wasn’t having a paper the next day.

When it was 11:55pm, my phone rang, waking up the guy sleeping beside me.

Me: “hello hadizat”
Hadizat: “how are you? can you come to anglomoz?”
(Anglomoz; car park of both angola hall & moz hall…….Anglomoz the lovers hub, event centre, car park)
Me: sure

I had been the one calling her out whenever we were to meet at anglomoz, and it was always to either greet each other when we resume from strike or holiday, or to exchange notes. But why is the reverse the case now. Why did she call me out? And at this time?