I felt lost, alone, torn! Damn! I need love, I thought to myself. I decided to take a walk maybe I can find love, apparently, I’ve been on this quest for a while now. Will I find love tonight? I started wandering from Main Campus, to Annex– I should see a girl on the quest for love too, I thought to myself maybe we could bond…I saw none. From new hostel I went to Hall 1. Around foodies was crowded as usual and everyone I saw there seemed to be on different quests, they all seem hungry for the same shit…they want to knack (and getting a place to do this on campus is not a problem for most UNIUYO dudes).
From New Hostel to W6, W6 was depressing; is it a crime not to have a car? W6 girls made me give up on love and refocus on hustle, they made me feel like there is no love for trekking Niggas; the Frosh shawdies dissed niggas on 2 legs and drooled over niggas on 4 legs. Men it’s time to go back to my hostel, show my bed and pillow some love, I bet they miss me already because I’m not usually out this late. I shouldn’t have come out in the first place. “Oh! Hold On, there is one place left, comm centre, should I go there or nah?” I could feel my legs murmur: nigga we don’t wanna go there – This place is the deserted place on Campus and it’s not any UNIUYO Boy’s usual route, except there’s a special parole, I heard a lot happens in that pathway.
Going there would be arduous, so I decided to shred the idea. I was about to leave for my hostel when I decided to pause and just do a re-look of my environment. Just then did a car oozing luxury parked beside me asking for directions, inside this car was an adorably-light skinned-fresh-to-death woman, as hot as the Sun; I couldn’t stop looking, wealth dripping off her, Sweet Mother! I was beauty struck. “Hello Young Man, please how can I get to M2?” I was still deep in scrutiny I almost forgot the direction to my Hostel. I managed to stutter: that’s my hostel and that’s where I’m headed.
“Young Man, let help each other, I’ll give you a ride” When I heard this, I promised you, every muscle in my body just wanted to sit beside this ‘Woman-Lady’. This moment I forgot all the stories I’ve heard about fine rich women using young men for ritual. I didn’t even think about it nor hesitated. I jumped in and sat down pusillanimously. We started our journey to M2, She wore this skimpy black gown, she was ravishing in it and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She caught me staring on various occasion, she began to feel uncomfortable, so she decided to start a gist. She told me her name, Mrs. Victoria Williams, I told her mine, Mr Monday Hanson. She’s in her 40’s, she’s been married for 19 years, she has just one son, and she is a financial consultant. She talked about having issues in her matrimony and she might be divorced soon. I looked at her despondently, it’s quite sad that a woman who is that beautiful is going through hardship in her marriage; I mean she deserves the best of everything. I commiserated with her, said some soothing words to her, I guess it helped, as she smiled faintly.
As we were getting close to my hostel, she made some oral communications that thrilled me to bits “you seem like a nice guy, you’re calm, the way you look at me makes me feel like I’m 16 again, you made me blush and for a moment I forgot my worries” I was happy deep within me, so she liked the way I was staring at her! We’re outside my hostel now “I will like to see you again Young Man, will you call me?” as I was still trying to figure out an answer to this billion dollar question, she gave me her card and softly she said “Call Me”, softly I replied too with a faint-hearted smile ‘alright, goodnight’. Now I’m back in my room, lying on the bed, wearing my once in a decade smile, I could hear the beat my heart was producing and I’m thinking out loud like I am Ed Sheeran, have I found love or I’m still on my quest? Sadly I woke up 4 it was all a dream...
Written by a UniUyo student @Hanson Udeme