I was shocked to hear this because Deola looked like those people we called “butter”.
The next time sister Grace visited, she was shocked to see me…she couldn’t hide it. She said I had changed a lot and was looking very beautiful. She wanted to know what was happening but I quickly allayed her fear and suspicion. I introduced her to my god-sent friend Deola. My sister thanked her until it was almost becoming embarrassing.
The gifts kept coming, I was like a new person on campus, like a complete makeover…boys started to notice me and I had a lot of them daily pestering me for a relationship. I was still on my war against men so none of them could “penetrate” my heart.
Because of the sanitary state of the hostel bathrooms, it wasn’t long before I caught something…it started with an itch and I went to the health center. It was really bad; I had to take a lot of antibiotics and was told to get rid of all my panties. Who would buy me new ones? I thought to myself and because I failed to do what the doctor said, the infection lingered. Sister Grace had to come over with a new set of panties for me. After I got better, I hated those bathrooms with a passion and would rather sneak around at night to relieve myself in the bushes.
About half way into the semester, on a Thursday evening, I was in the room studying for a test when Deola told me she was travelling to London for the weekend and would see me on Monday. I was a little confused because as far as I knew, people that get a chance to travel abroad should never come back. Why would anyone travel abroad for 3 days? I didn’t know how much it cost but I knew it had to be expensive.
Deola returned to school on Monday evening and she brought me a lot of stuff…I was scared to collect them because they were just too much. She said she discussed me with her uncle that she travelled with and he had sent the gifts to me.
I might have been unexposed but things were just not adding up…how could an unemployed undergraduate that already told me she’s not from a rich home have so much?
To be continued
