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[Episode 9] My Days in Trixwin By Kelvin Ossai

(Villarreal taking the lead over Barca. I'm super happy. #teamRonaldo)

Favour: Dude, it's getting late. I have to be on my way now.

Me: Ok.

I stood up, switched off the electronic set and the generator. And we were already strolling to the main road where she would board a bike.
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Favour: I actually enjoyed my time here. You are a nice person with nice guys around you.

Me: I hope it's not my friend you're referring to as a nice guy.

Favour: It's him na. What is his name self.

Me: (Maintaining a serious face) his name is Okoro but you can call him James for Christ's sake.

Favour: (Looking at my face) stop that face. I know you are not serious.

Me: (Laugh) abeg forget that guy. He forgot to take his drug in the morning.

Favour: I hope I will always meet him when he didn't take his drug.

Me: (Laughing) maybe. We do beg him to take it.
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She joined me in what seemed like a laughing competition.
We were already at the main road. I stopped a bike man, the guy said he will carry her to her hostel for N150. I could have argued it to N100 but I have enough money since I didn't spend much. I still have 1k after buying fuel N400 and food N600 for her. I could have given her the remaining 1k without the fear of my pocket because I have already budgeted it but I didn't want her to feel like I was trying to entice her with money so I gave the girl N200 and they left.

I didn't bother going home. I just went straight to film hall to check if there was any Spanish match. (You know La Liga always have a night match). Unfortunately it was clubs that don't worth watching. I went home straight.

Cooked and ate my normal eba (eba is my best food, you can laugh, no problem)
I brought out my Power and Instrumentation textbook and started reading.

Just then I remembered I haven't heard from Favour. If I don't call her, I know I won't concentrate so I dailed her number. She picked on the second ring.
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Favour: Wait let me call you back.

Me: why?

Favour: (She ended the call and called back) I was supposed to tell you I've gotten home but I met a fight in the hostel.

Me: really?

Favour: Yeah. People are wicked sha.

Me: What happened?

Favour: Na all these guys na. How can you borrow shirt from somebody and slim fit it?

Me: (I laughed so hard. Till today, I'm yet to believe it actually happened. I think she was just trying to be funny because I saw it on Facebook days later) you see why I hate Chelsea people?

Favour: The borrower was actually a Man U fan.

Me: Wayo. It's a lie. No correct Man U fan will be staying in Chelsea hostel.

Favour: Ok. Later you come and ask him for his Football ID card na.

Me: You sabi talk sha.

Favour: I talk reach you?

Me: Na you know na.

Favour: When are you coming to my place?

Me: After our outing next Sunday.

Favour: Where are you even taking me to?

Me: it should be a surprise na.

Favour: No, tell me. I'm anxious already.

Me: Ok, Trixwin hotel. (it is actually the biggest hotel in Ogwashi-Uku.  Not an advert please. People are paid to do advert but nobody paid me so forget it.)
Favour: Wow. Cool:  I will be waiting.

Me: Alright (I pray make I win bet9ja on Saturday oh)

Favour: Ok na, my card don finish, good night.

Me: Ok, bye.
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She ended the call and I transferred N150 to her account. She called and I refused to answer the call. I was playing West life as I continued reading. I don't like reading in absolute quietness. And I always play music while reading if I want to understand what I'm reading.

About 11pm, I was through with my book and I dashed into Facebook playing Sinach at the same time. I was still in Facebook when I slept off.

Tomorrow is school.

I will meet James in school.

Guess what I will do to him.

Goodnight friends.
More episodes tomorrow.

Read Also:
(Episode 1) My Days in Trixwin - By Ossai Kelvin

[Episode 10] My Days in Trixwin by Kelvin Ossai

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