A date with the devil episode 1

A Date With The Devil: An Encounter With Our Khaki In – Law … Part 1
 
CAVEAT: This piece is not a child of fiction or a gift
from the land of imagination. It is a true life story that
happened to a dear friend @ UNN ikere campus
sometimes last year. I derive so much interest in it
that I sought his permission to write about it and tell it
to friends and fans. He granted that permission today with two conditions: that nobody should laugh about it
and that his identity should not be revealed. Enjoy.
 
It was one of those lovely nights at the love lane in the
University of Nigeria, Ikere campus; the milieu was
blessed by a mishmash of cool gentle wind and the
creaking of insects. It was a rom-nce with nature for
the single gentlemen and ladies to sit quietly and
savour the indescribable beauty of the ever-green lawn, jumbled with the sound of their favourite tracks
that would leave one with an expression that the
much talked about paradise could not be better than
the moment. As for those at the lane with their potential partners,
night was obviously better than day as no amount of
eye dilation could tell who was holding who so tight. Also, the third category
comprised of the searchers. The actor in this story
went for a search on that lovely night; I went with him
all in the spirit of comradesh¡p. After few minutes of survey, I was fast to recommend
a beautiful lady sitting under one of the trees near
Ojomu Atolagbe Ojoms Photo shop @ former motion
groud. She was different, at least considering the
circ-mstance, she did not look like someone waiting
for her Romeo or searching for one. If she was, what was she doing with such a big textbook on her thighs?
We walked towards her direction and sat beside her.
After we said the usual “Hi” which was
reciprocated by an indistinct reply, I knew she was
one of those girls mummy warned against campus
boys with tiny trousers. My friend then took over his business, “I am Azikwe” he said with a smile, the
young lady looked up with a better and receptive
smile as she replied “Did I ask you?” Then I knew her initial smile was not near receptive, it
was the type a typical Yoruba street guy would call
“erin ika”. The moment I noticed the god of
“toasting” was not on our side that day, I stood
from my friend’s side and sat at the left side of the
girl. Now, she was in the middle. I made an obvious giraffe neck into the book she was reading but I had
no idea of the formulas negotiating with few English
words like “force”, “space”, “energy”. It was
a huge Physics text book! Till date, I still do not know
where the inspiration came from but I started nodding
my head as I fixed my gaze at the text book. I would look at the book she was reading for few seconds and
then nod. I noticed she observed me doing that but
she acted ignorant but I did not stop it. In less than 10
minutes, she looked up and asked “you know
Physics?” I looked at her with a face filled with pride
and refused to reply. That made her grow more inquisitive, she then faced her potential Romeo she
initially shunned and asked “what course do you people study?” He was fast to say
“Pol Sci and my Friend FAYO Acounting” and then it
was like our chance of surviving the heat of the moment increased just because of that
Pol and Accounting thing.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 2