I told Moji about it, she wash really excited as she gave me
the ‘I told you so’ look. “This calls for celebration.” Moji said
to me. “There is no celebration please, don’t forget that we
still have to pay Sandra a sum of hundred thousand Naira.” I
replied her. “You see, money isn’t the problem, we can just
go, grab something on Saturday.” Moji said. “Please Moji, can
you just do me a favour?” I asked. “What favour is that?” She
asked. ” Would you please just allow me to sponsor this date?
Oh! sorry outing!. I said to her. Moji looked at me smiling.
“Don’t worry, let’s just call it a date. We haven’t really had
time to ourselves these days. It’s been one problem or the
other. So let’s just go to the movies or go swimming or grab
some food. Whatever you have in mind, it’s all good, and you
can sponsor it if you want to”. Moji said to me. My whole
system became hyperactive, as I was really excited that Moji
accepted our outing as the date that it really was. “That will
be a good opportunity to express my feelings for her,
irrespective of whether or not she has a boyfriend.” I
thought to myself. We departed and I went to my hostel.
My life had gotten ten times better, I was really gallant.
People around me can’t help but notice it. I really could not
wait to tell my roommates that Sandra’s pregnancy is not
true. It was just her scheme to lure me into sleeping with her
again. The best part of the whole stuff is the fact that Moji
indirectly agreed to go on a date with me. I got to the room
but nobody was in, because there was a football match that
day between Barcelona and Real Madrid. I’m not much of a
football fan. So I just stayed in the room, thinking of how to
ask Moji out on our date.
Some minutes later, the guys came in, shouting. What more
can be expected of guys who just finished watching a match
between two big teams. “Messi omo mi, oloun gbo. Ronaldo o
le ba.” This actually means Ronaldo is no where near Messi. I
really wanted to tell Emeka, Olu, and Mayowa about Sandra,
and Moji. But there were too many people in our room, and
they were making a hell of noise, arguing about Messi and
Ronaldo. It was really noisy.
After about two hours of the whole Messi/Ronaldo
argument, the whole thing died down, and everyone went to
their rooms. I was really glad that I finally had the chance to
pour out my mind to my friends. It was really great. “Guys
guess what?” I started the gist with the question. Mayowa,
Emeka and Olu were there. . .
Emeka: Wait self, why you like to dey do like girl. How you go
dey tell us say make we guess? We be girls?
Olu: Me I no fit guess, but I know say wetin you wan talk dey
related to woman mata.
Me: Number 1, Sandra is not pregnant, she confessed to me
herself that she was just trying to tie me down.
Emeka: You mean am? Shebi I tell you say that girl no get
womb, it be like say I dey exaggerate. Shey una don see now?
Mayowa: Omo God save you o. Just free dat girl, make she
dey her own lane o
Olu: The tin no even surprise me at all. Me don know before
say na lie. Na number one be dat. Abeg, wetin be number
Me: Moji has agreed to go on a date with me this Saturday.
Mayowa: You asked her to go on a date with you?
Me: Not exactly. She suggested that we should celebrate the
fact that Sandra’s pregnancy isn’t true. I called it a date, and
tried to take it back, but she didn’t see anything wrong with
Emeka: No be dat girl wey get bobo for Canada?
Me: Yes, that’s her.
Olu: You wan go date with girl wey don get bobo already? You
wan kill yourself abi?
Me: It really doesn’t matter whether she has a boyfriend or
not. I’m dying in silence. I plan to tell her what I fell for her,
Mayowa: What if she says no?
Me: If she says no, I will forget about her, and I will never
love anyone again. In fact, I will be a player for the rest of my
life. Because I can’t love any lady, the way I love her.
Emeka: Abeg, wetin this guy dey talk dey vex me. (He took a
shirt and left the room).
Olu: Wait self, why you dey tell us? (Referring to me)
Me: I need your help please.
Olu: What is that?
Me: I told Moji that I want to sponsor the date, then she
agreed. And you know my pocket. I know if I tell you, you will
give me some money, so I can be alright financially.
Olu: Na me koba you?
Me: Olu abeg naw.
Olu: I no get pass 2k o
Me: 2k is really dope, I will just get another 2k from Mayowa.
Mayowa: As I dey, na only 1k you fit see for my hand. 3k don
do you naw, you wan carry her go Atlanta?
Olu: Leave am. If 3k no do you, you no go anywhere again be
Me: Thanks so much guys.
Mayowa: Make she say yes ni o, if she no say yes, you go
return my money o. . . . (We all laughed, as I rehearsed
different ways of telling her my feelings for her.)
I became really gallant all through the week, I was really
happy as I would finally have the chance to express my love.
Somehow I was scared what the response will be, on the
other hand, I was overly excited.
Finally, Saturday came. . . .
Finally, Saturday came. I had been thinking of what to do
over the weekdays. I had decided to take her to a restaurant
called ‘Indulge’ at ‘New Buka’. I was really glad. I wore a shirt,
trouser and a bow tie. I looked really corporate. I had
collected the three thousand Naira from my friends already.
In order to look good, ‘pocket-wise’. I went straight to our
meeting point (Anglomoz). It was around 6pm. There I saw
Moji, wearing a purple-coloured gown that matched
perfectly with her make-up. Her ear-rings were on point, and
she looked stunning when I saw her. Her love gripped me, it
was literarily killing me already. I just kept calm. “You look
stunning!” I said to her. She accompanied her reply with a
smile which was powerful enough to make me float to outer
space. “Thanks!” She said. We walked to ‘new buka’. To the
restaurant there called ‘indulge’. This is actually different
from where I saw Mide the other day, this is a decent place
for decent people. Just in the same area.
When we got there, I ordered a plate of fried-rice, and
chicken. With a ‘5-Alive’ drink and two glass. I was very glad
that I was buying something for Moji. Though she has the
money, and can pay all the bills. I really wanted to pay her
bills so I can feel like the man. The food was really delicious,
as we were teasing each other, feeding each other and
having fun. The Moji I saw that day is really the one I love. I
was so happy being around her. My life was really going well.
We just enjoyed the meal as we were enjoying a movie on the
TV in the restaurant. After two hours, everywhere had
gotten dark. I really needed to tell Moji about my feelings. So
that I wouldn’t die in silence. Moji and I left the restaurant,
and went straight to Anglomoz to continue talking. Moji just
kept talking about lots of stuffs I didn’t wish to hear about. I
was just listening so I can show myself as a good listener.
I knew the time was near to tell her about my feelings, but I
got really scared and nervous. “What if she says NO?” I
thought to myself. A part of me was telling me to say it,
while the other was telling me not to. “Moji, there is
something I have to tell you”. I said to her. “I’m all ears.” She
answered. I got really nervous. I don’t know if it’s true, but I
guess that’s how it feels when one wants to confess one’s
feelings for someone he really cares about. Not considering
how scared I was, I just let it out.
“Moji, I understand that we’ve been just friends for a while
now, in fact, I know that you see us as siblings. I know that
you have a boyfriend. I also know that you adore him. I know
that I’m not rich. I know that compared to your boyfriend,
I’m not handsome. I know that I’m just in part one with you.
I know that your boyfriend has his masters already. I know
that what I’m about to say might surprise you. I know that
you do not expect such from me. But above all, one thing I
know is that, I’m in love with you. I’m literarily dying in
silence. I don’t know whether you have to break up with your
boyfriend? I don’t know whether you have to double date? In
fact, I don’t think I can share you with anybody. Please Moji (I
went on my knees, without caring whether or not people
were looking at me) Just give me a chance. All you’ve done is
to be kind to me. Moji, what more can I ask for. You are
beautiful, kind and intelligent. I can’t afford to be like your
brother, it hurts me whenever you call me that. I want you
to be mine forever, in fact, we will surely get married. You will
never be my ex. You are the first woman in my life I’m telling
this, please make my love story complete.” I finished my
speech on my knees. Moji stood and was looking at me. She
was really moved to tears. She came closer to me, asked me
to stand up.
She opened her mouth to talk, and what came out surprised
me. “Do you think you have anything that can make me have
feelings for you?”. . .She asked
My lips were
shaking as I was really disappointed. I wanted to answer her
question, but she told me not to. “Please, you don’t have to
answer that question. You’ve said it all already.” I kept calm
and listened to her. My feet were shaking in disappointment.
She continued. . .
“Dapo, you know what? I have no reason to love you, it’s not
that you are rich or special. There are so many guys that are
better than you on this campus. You rarely buy things for
me, not until recently that you just changed. But you know
what? I have always chosen you. It has always been you.” She
said. I didn’t really understand what she was saying, so I just
listened to her. She continued “Since the first time I saw you,
I’ve loved you. But what did you do? You took me for granted,
and was fooling around with some s–t. Anyway, I’m glad the
whole thing is over. Do you know how long I’ve waited for you
to tell me this? As you have said, you most likely do not have
anything that can make me love you. But the truth is; if I love
you because of your money, if you stop being rich, I will stop
loving you. If I love you because of something that fades,
when that thing leaves I will stop. Dapo, I have discovered
that I can’t stop loving you. At some point, I tried to stay
away from you, but it almost killed me. I can’t just stop, I
can’t just stop, I can’t just stop. . .” She kept repeating the
same thing, this time, she couldn’t control her tears. They
just started coming out uncontrollably.
It’s like I was dreaming. So Moji had always loved me. How
come I didn’t see it, how come I didn’t know it. If I had known
that she has feelings for me, even if I didn’t love her, I would
have asked her out. I was really confused. I didn’t know
whether to hug her in excitement, or apologize for talking so
late. “Is that a yes?” I asked her. “I don’t know whether it’s a
‘YES’ or a ‘NO’, but I do know that I want to be yours forever,
and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She said to
me. This time around, I had lost control, I was really excited
that I hugged her so tight, as we both started crying as if
someone just died. It was really epic. It was really eventful. I
got a ‘YES’ at last. Apart from the day I gained admission into
OAU, the day I gained admission into Moji’s life is the second
happiest day of my life. We finished all the emotional display,
and we said goodbye as late as 11pm. We didn’t want to leave
each other but someone had to take the bold step. It never
occurred to me to ask about her boyfriend harry. I just went
to my room overly joyous.
I slept like a king, and dreamt of Moji. What more could I
have dreamt of. I woke up on Sunday morning. Well, that is
our free day since Matthew is the only one that goes to
church in the whole room. Abdul was not in the room, since
Sunday was his special reading-day. I told my roommates
about the improvement. They were really happy. I used the
change from the date to buy them drinks. We were flexing
happily. “Omo, I happy say that girl love you back o, you for
kill yourself”. Emeka said to me. As we were talking, a
message came into my phone, it was Moji. I read it, and it
the contents were: “Harry is just my cousin in Canada. I’m all
yours dear. I love you so much.” I got overly excited, and
showed my roommates. “I told you she likes you, you didn’t
believe it”. Mayowa said. It was really a great day, as I
announced officially to my roommates that I’m engaged.
They laughed at me, but I was too excited to care about that.
My life was going great, as I started dating Moji. We paid
Sandra her money. Before we knew it, CHM test was around
the corner. I really tried so hard to prepare for the test. We
wrote the test on a Saturday. And two weeks later, the
results were pasted. I know my Matric number, and Moji’s
own too. The test was over-40 so I went to check My result
and Moji’s. . . .
What next? Find out in the final Episode