A tale of 2 weird girls and a fine boy…
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A tale of 2 weird girls and a fine boy…

Yesterday was a friend’s birthday (we’ll call her Tee). Amongst all the things I wrote about Tee was her long list of male friends that consisted of every fine boy in school. Just mention one, she would know him, tell you how close they are and how he walked her back from academics just last night. It reminded me of my experiences with OAU fine boys, of all of them, one stands out..

My friend Shalz, is a lot of things; beautiful, smart, sassy etc and amongst the things she loves most are fine boys. She’d gush about how drop-dead gorgeous he was and, she just wanted to die at the sight of him, although she would not speak to him unless spoken to. Even at that, you would have no clue whatsoever that she’s just dying to come tell us about you on the inside. A girl with class, I Stan. This coolness she exudes in the fine-boy environment is what makes this experience so peculiar, my friend dropped her cool this particular night and said to me

“Ella, I just saw the devil himself“ in that i-can’t-believe-it kind of whisper.

We were at the Oduduwa Lecture Theatre, where we always gather with a few friends, acquaintance and reading partners to do our usual night reading, we would read 40 percent of the time and gist the remaining 60 away. We had our spot and our gang; There was bespectacled Ovo, the engineering guru. Always reading and always complaining about one hard test or exam, but always manage to score the highest marks. Then there was Ife, our Yoruba demon, always trailing or being trailed by one fine girl or the other, brilliant but seemingly unserious. We would come to realise that his passion was something else entirely. There was Angie and Rukky, the 5 and 6 and a host of others. We would gather at the back, the entrance close to Kay's Chippy, on those long rows of seats with half of the chairs broken or absent, a familiar noise of others doing the same things as us in the air, and we would read and gist.

This night though, was going to be different...

I looked up at my friend, confused.

"Huh, you saw who?"

"This boy is so fine he has to be the devil himself"

I rolled my eyes. We don't always agree with Shalz' definition of fine boy.

"Ella, you have to see him, get up, let's go and find him. He can't have gone far"

Now my interest is piqued. I'm curious, this is very unusual. Normally, she would have said something along the lines of

"I swear I'm not lying, he's soooo fiiiiinnneee"

We would have doubted her and argued about the beauty of a man we didn't see ourselves, and that would have been that. She wasn't having it tonight.

I got up and followed her, we would come back to the books later. After walking towards Amphi without sighting our devil, we turned and faced the opposite direction, turning towards White House and boom! Mr. Devil, right there in our front.

"Lets just walk past him, and you’ll look at his face, you’ll see I’m not lying" that was our plan. But Mr Devil had a facecap on that covered half his face and everywhere was dark, so we didn’t get a good view.

"What are we going to do? You have to see him Ella I swear, he’s too fine". We looked at each other, and my fear was confirmed in her determined face, we were going to talk to the devil himself! We turned towards him, giggling and pinching each other, excited and nervous about something we’ve never done before.

"Hello! Hi! We called just as we got close enough

He stopped and said "hiii" in that confusing drawl we use when approached by a stranger.

"we saw you earlier and just wanted to say hi"

'"okaayy" he drawled again and tilted his facecap upwards, smiling. I got a clear view of his face, and yes, he was really, really fine. Shalz turned to look at me with that knowing smirk "i told you so".

It must have been awkward for him, to stand there in front of two strange girls who were just giggling and starring.

'"what's your name?" we eventually got around to asking.

"I'm David"

'from what department?' he told us, but I don't remember. I couldn't have even if I tried, I was really starring.

Now that we were both satisfied, Shalz and I, with the confirmation of his good looks, we began to take our leave.

We didn't get far before we were stopped by a loud "Wait!, What are your names"

Shalz and I turned to each other again and amidst our new burst of giggles, we said "oh never mind" and kept walking, bending over occasionally to laugh. We heard his fading mumble of "this isn't fair" as we got farther away from him, back to our other friends to gist.

I wonder if he randomly thinks about that night and just laughs at the strange experience with two strange girls one night on campus. Does he ever just wonder who we are? He probably has forgotten. Fine boy like him, I'm sure he gets approached by all sorts of women a lot.

I saw him again after then, Once, on campus, around SUB. I was walking toward the towngboro buses when I caught a glimpse of a cool shade of pink. It was a cap, on Mr. Devil, oh sorry, David’s head. I thought about approaching him, but what would I say? Not to mention that I wasn’t even looking my best in my jeans and black top, with one sleeve shifted to the side unflatteringly by the weight of my one handed bag. I looked at him and smiled but he wasn’t looking. So, I turned to my path and walked briskly to the loading bus. I never saw him again after then.

Now, even as I type this, I can no longer remember his face, but the memory of that night stays.