By the third day, data was flowing…
His name: Folahan
His course of study: Information Technology
School: Not sure it’s a Nigerian school, the guy had a little bit of American accent
Status: Most likely single
Tokunbo was already “slain”…she could not even hide it. There was another girl, Obi, that was obviously ready to give Tokunbo a run for her money. It became a competition and more of a show of shame.
They would both do everything possible to sit by the new guy. They would stay back at the end of fellowship just to talk to him. Obi switched platoons just to be in the new guy’s platoon.
Tokunbo would deliberately add a part to the verses being sung by the new guy…after we already agreed during rehearsal not to add parts. One was always trying to outdo the other
I was just surprised that spirituality had little or no control over issues of the heart….but wetin be my own? (it didn’t concern me). I was more focused on getting posted to my desired place of primary assignment. I would call our landlord’s daughter every night to greet her and remind her. She would reassure me that she already did what was required to make it happen.
The last week of Camp, after one of the evening services…I was about to sneak out like I always did when someone gently pulled me by my hand. It was Folahan
“Hi Sister,
You are running away as usual…I’ve been noticing you for a while.I’m a total sucker for quiet and peaceful people.You just like to blend in and get out…I like that.My name is Folahan Bernard-OludiyaWhat’s yours?”
I told him my name and we talked for a little bit…but I had to go. I needed to check in with my contact because the placements would be released in a few days.
I didn’t even know that Tokunbo saw us…my God, was she angry? She couldn’t even hide it. I had to apologize to her later in the hostel…and promised not to talk to “her” Folahan again. I had more important things to focus on.
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