MY DIARY, MY BEST FRIEND( Episode GENTLEMAN)
With a sigh of exasperation I dropped the fork and knife in my hands, and took a survey of my body. Well before I did that I noticed the scraps of food on the floor, precious grains of rice littered the cold cement of my room. Laughing if my mum had the opportunity to view this she would raise her hands in astonishment and ask why in heaven I was eating like a rat, my mummy always used funny comparisms. My eyes then strayed to the top I was wearing and I wondered why those guys refused to give me the job of an art teacher which I applied for in a remote secondary school, because the mosaic painting I just finished doing on my shirt, would make Van ghog jealous.
That was when the tears dropped from my eyes and then I realised that I couldn’t just do this. Do what exactly? I thought back to the question that brought this misery into my life " …..Would you go with me?" I just couldn’t think that llyod would ask me, despite the abundance of cool sophisticated girls in the faculty to go out with him and be his date to the faculty of law dinner which would be starting in the next thirty minutes. It wasn’t as if I was ugly, I had a lot of "wooers" most of them were from my faculty which was why they didn’t count to me.
I am a 200level student of theatre arts, fair, averagely tall, with a curvy shape that most guys would call sexy, as a matter of fact I get a lot of such sassy comments from those zikites during their infamous aro anytime I pass through on the way to my hostel, am an idiaite by the way though I live at agbowo now. Sometimes I just go along with them and smile shyly, and sometimes I just walk on with a deadpan expression on my face, depending on my mood most times. And then I just wonder what if I was wearing trousers? Means these guys would go comatose. Yeah I never wear trousers due to rules of my denomination, but anytime am asked why, I ll just simply say I don’t want to be an object of lust because I have got wide and very round hips. With all these am sure u wondering why d excitement over a guy asking me out. I ll tell you more about llyod and then maybe you would understand.
Llyod is a 400level law student, awesomely tall, dark in complexion with pink lips that always appeared moist anytime I see him. I have always been attracted to dark guys right from the start. Wait! Here is the catch, currently he is the president of the law students association and his name has always appeared on the dean’s honour list since his inception into the school. Well that wasn’t really what made him attractive to me, I guess the way he walks modestly without noticing the aura around him did and when I interacted with him and I discovered that he was a Christian, I mean a real Christian not the fake ones that hide behind the Bible and prophetic anointing, I felt I could safely have a crush on him.
I know girls would know how I feel, I mean that weird sense of euphoria u get when a secret crush of yours asked you out on a date, I just couldn’t think straight for days, I found myself avoiding the company of my friends so I could have some private quality time to think about the sh glorious expression on his face while uttering those wonderful words. Well I don’t think I would be attending the dinner with him now, and since I could not muster the courage to tell him, I sent a text to him to that effect. Then I sat down on the floor, back against the wall, legs humped forward with my head lolled forward nd resting on them.. it was in this state that Llyod found me, I dint even know when he entered the room, and yet when I felt a weight settle down on the floor beside me, I knew it was him without raising my head, the scent of his perfume betrayed him.
"I got your text message, why? You don’t want to go with me? Or you have another date?" I looked up with tears stained face in time to see his oesophagus bubbling in an awkward swallow. I slowly shook my head, and then said tearfully "Lloyd i am sorry but, I can’t afford to embarrass you, I don’t know how to eat with fork and knife". He heaved a sigh of relief and just put his arms around me, and that was how we stayed till late at night, dinner forgotten, with no cares except for ourselves. Not a word was said except a kiss on the forehead when he was leaving for home. He was a gentleman.
He is still a gentleman I say to myself, smiling as I read the last words of the diary I kept when I was in university. "Honey am off to work, make sure you pick the kids from school, love you" I heard my husband yell from the doorway, " love you too honey" I reply and smiled again because my gentleman husband that just left was Llyod. It’s fun keeping diaries.
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