Wednesday
My Crush and I
Have you ever wanted
so much for someone's attention and all you get is a hard stare on your face
and the wisp of the wind, silently telling you “Hey dreamer, wake up! He just
walked passed you”?
Well, I am in a
nice school, in a nice department and in a nice faculty, where beautiful girls,
let alone good ones are very hard to find. University of Nigeria, Nsukka is not
just any kind of university you wake up from your day-dreaming only to see yourself
walking down the popular square inside the school known as; “Freedom Square”. Because
I was committed to getting admission into this great school, I was spurred to
read ‘Ababio’ front and back; finally, I felt good scoring so high that the
only prayers I had for God was simply thanksgiving!
I got admission
into this great school, in the department of Mechanical Engineering, faculty of
engineering. When I chose to study this course, it wasn't in my plan to be the
only girl in the class; neither did I wish to have all the guys to myself.
I never had a
boyfriend growing up, I never bothered so much because my family is not the
type you can walk in late in the evening, meeting everybody in the sitting room
and you throw down a careless good-evening, slumping down close to Dad and Mum
and heave a sign of tiredness, followed by a not-so-well calculated statement
like “Never knew Tom is gonna take so much time, it was supposed to be just an
evening eat out…Dad, Mum, I had so much fun though”. The day you utter this
kind of statement in my family is the day your mortal body will pay homage to
your long forgotten ancestors.
I was uneasy at
first being the only girl in the class, but that feeling evaporated when every
guy in my class wanted so much to please me just to get my attention. I felt
elated being the only girl in my world, with no envious rivals, competitors and
busy bodies. Out of the sixty-three guys in my class, fifty are not so-cool by
me, ten are cool, two are annoying, and the odd one will murder me! Don't get
scared for me, he isn't a killer; he just won't look at my pretty face,
complement my nice make-up and cloths, nor get enthralled by my smiles. In fact
He hated me! I have this disgusting hunch that Dindu is Gay…so gay.
It will be so odd
for any guy in my class not to know my name, but Dindu I guess, doesn't even
care who Kasie is. Is He dumb? I impulsively asked Keddy, the chit-chat who
won’t let me be. “He isn’t, why ask?” Keddy replied, “Don’t bother” was the
most rightful reply to follow.
Before Exams, I got
all his Bio-data; He is 18, from Udi, stays at Hill Top, lives in Enugu (New
Haven), loves drawing and painting, plays Hand-Tennis, the only child of a
Pentecostal Pastor, his mum is a Doctor and finally, he hates girls, I added
this one myself because I couldn't help it anymore.
Dindu loves God, I
love God too; he draws and paints, I don’t but I bet I love art too; he is the
only child, I'm not but I’m the only girl in my family; his Dad is a Pastor,
mine is too! There are not many differences, rather we share a lot of things in
common, yet we don’t speak to each other, the day I tried to strike up a
conversation, the tick; Keddy, came up and spoiled everything.
Who did He think he
was? Sitting right there, grinning as I presented my seminar on Eng101; “This
has done it! I must confront him, if not for anything, for grinning when I was
presenting”. The weight on my chest was heavy as I walked up to him after lecture
that day. I prayed God will envelop us with His cloud, first as he did the Israelites.
That miracle didn't happen; I prayed again God should blind everyone in that
hallway apart from us too just as in the days of Elijah, that didn't happen
either. I lost faith and continued walking as the butterflies in my stomach
fluttered shamelessly.
The hall was so
long like never before; it seemed I could never reach the end where he was, I
continued walking with students buzzing around like flies, noise everywhere; I
continued walking. I walked on with my nice peep toe shoe from Ladies Affair
shop, designed by ‘Mark and Spencer’; I thanked God in my heart I decided to
wear my beautiful peplum skirt and blouse designed by ‘Atmosphere’.
“Thank God am looking smart” I muttered in my breath, my
lips couldn't stop vibrating as I stood in front of him, people's eyes were all
over us, when he waited for me to speak up like forever, he wanted to walk away
like the wind. Nervously and impulsively, I snatched his hands back, my
intention was to draw him back, but as the saying goes, “man proposes, God disposes”,
another thing all together happened, an incident that is never going to be
corrected, even if superman was there to help with his ability, in a twinkling
of an eye, pictures that look just like me were all over the floor of the
second floor of Engineering Annex, my pictures, my portrait, clip attachments,
letters, flowers and lovely designed cards all done by him. He kept everything
inside a GTB jotter he never allows anybody to touch, my mouth couldn't close either
could his, and the world stood still for a while. I wished it would remain like
that forever because when I got myself, I was locked in an embrace I had always
dreamt of from my orientation day.
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