(Episode 1) My Days in Trixwin - By Ossai Kelvin
There was a day I was listening to a Pastor on radio and he did say we are the one who give devil the opportunity to attack us.
This time around, I don't know if I actually gave devil the opportunity or it's God that made it so. Okay- let me say I gave devil the opportunity, then God corrected things.
I was not the type that do go to school late but as the day has prepared itself, I woke up late. Maybe it was because I slept late yesterday chatting on Facebook.
I grabbed my phone, checked the time and it was 7:38 already. I had 7 o'clock class. Jesus! I shouted.
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Let me tell you about myself a little.
My name is Kelvin, unserious people call me Kelv and some senseless friends called me Kelvin little; I don't know their reason because I wasn't that small or so I thought.
I'm 20, an Electrical Engineering Student of Delta State Poly, Ogwashi Uku(DSPG).
I hate roommate relationship so I stay alone.
Not from a wealthy family but you can't call my family poor; lets say we are average.
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I raced out of my bed straight to my kitchen. One thing about me is that I don't joke with my food. Even though I have JAMB exam in the next 15minutes, I must eat before leaving home first.
With kettle on fire, I dashed to the bathroom. 20 minutes later, I was set for school.
With my bag on my back, phone, money (N150, I dont carry much money out or else I have a plan for it.) and pen in my pocket, I was already on the way waiting for shuttle bus.
Those of you who know the school will bear me witness that you dare not trek to school( you fit sha but just go to school and sleep then go back home if you are that strong that they didn't rush you to medical centre).
Eight minutes passed, still standing on the way. No bus coming. Awww. Time check 8:12am.
The strategy about DSPG bus was that you can see them going to school well: some minutes to 7am, 9am, 11am and 1pm. Those times, lecture are bound to begin and students are always on their way to school.
Unfortunately for me, it was past 8am. Knowing the strategy well, I had no option than to use bike even when I don't like doing it reason being that it's more venerable to accident.
I stopped a bike man.
Me: Perm site! (that was the nickname of our main campus standing for permanent site)
Bike man: na N100
Me: carry me jhor, you go add person for front.
I entered the bike and we zoomed off. The journey was not in good shape for the bike guy because if he fails to find additional passenger, I will only pay him N50. He was worried I know.
I was even beginning to look for passenger myself since I felt for him and the road looked dry and we've already passed Umuneze junction about getting to Don Jazzy bar.
All of sudden, the bible will say it as 'lo and behold'
This bike man hungry eyes sighted a girl walking between two packed cars and directed the normal flash word to her ''perm site?'' The girl nodded in affirmation.
In my mind ''finally this guy will drive with his full mind''
For somebody who was already late to class, looking at a girl's face wasn't in my agenda (but probably in the AOB).
About 8 minutes later, we were already at the school's car pack-good rider. We were dropped. The girl paid first with N100. And I was searching my pocket for my carefully folded N150 (I nor be igbo boy but I don't like wasting money).
Bike man: shey you get N50 for there?
Me: Yes. I get pass self. (my mouth sabi talk sha.)
Bike man: uya give the girl na.
That was when I turned to look at the girl with that Anthony Martial look ( Man Utd fans una know na). For my mind, wait na this girl I follow enter bike?
No wonder the machine stopped smoking. It was actually smoking when I entered. This girl looks like a Korean girl. The height was something else, so moderate. The colour was what I can't define.
(Ogbole boys una know Blessing na- they look alike)
Her skin was like a mirror. I thought she was a sent demon(all those mami water na)
I was afraid to talk to her.
My mind started racing( Usian Bolt dey learn self).
*Back from my imaginations*
Girl: Lets go na. I'm late already.
Me: Ehm???
Girl: be walking if you can't find the money.
Me: I've seen it, just contemplating if I should give you the N50 or not.
Girl: give it to me o. Without it, I won't get home oh.
For my mind; so there are also people like me who don't take extra money when going to this school. All these thieves una see watin una cause.
I gave the money to her. As she stretched her hand to collect it, I saw that she had a ring in her right thumb. (I talk am, I don enter one chance).
Me: wait. Do you have supernatural powers?
Girl: how?
Me: you have a ring in your thumb.
Girl: it's nothing.
Me: in my village, it's only charm that warrants that.
Girl: (said nothing)
Now we've already passed school gate just at the end of the school field. I'm no longer interested in class afterall, even if I get to class, it will take God's grace to allow the lecturer to allow a noise maker like me into his class. I sure know that my coursemates have been enjoying their class without my disturbance.
So I was ready for the game and allow my people have a peaceful class.
Me: what's your name?
Girl: my name is Favour(name withheld)
Me: ok I believe now.
Favour: believe what?
Me: that you don't have charm.
Favour: why?
Me: somebody with that kind of name can't do charm.
Favour: (chuckles) This boy you nor well.
Yes. I've hit it. I know that once someone diverts from English language to another language when you just met, he/she is now comfortable with you(that's what my brain thinks about Nigerians).
More drama unfolding. Just stay real.
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