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George was the one I loved, chief Ferd saw me through school.
It was a non-emotional affair that brought success my way,, many of my friends felt it was the best life, sticking to the man who gave me everything.
Deep inside I knew life cannot be peaceful with chief Ferd.
George believed in me, he worked hard to save up enough money so he can take care of me.
I lived hiding the real life I was living, I truly loved George and desired to end up one day in his house as his wife
It was complicated, chief Ferd wanted me to be his 3rd wife something I won't ever agree to but how do I get myself out of his grip? Every thing I have came from him, my certificate, my job everything.
But George didn't know about any of these.
I met George in my 100 levels at the university of Nigeria, he was in his 300 levels for a five years course, I was from a middle class family where education was deemed a necessity,that year of my admission my immediate younger brother also got admitted to the university of portharcourt, the cost was breaking down the elbows of my retired father, daddy was a school teacher while mummy worked at the local government secretariat ,my two older siblings a boy and a girl were in their 400 levels respectively.
It was love at first sight for me and George.I was a novice and relatively shy in those early days as an undergraduate, I managed to attend lectures and I was always early so I could be in the classroom before everybody, the many eyes from other students especially the males made me so uncomfortable I often miss my steps while walking,it felt jittery and life was somewhat hectic as a jambite.
I tried so hard to blend into the buzzling university life, my roommates Eucharia and Rita blended well, they went about activities freely, made new friends and attended weekend parties ,I was busy dulling and gave one and ten reasons why I didn't want to be so open to school life, I promised my dad excellent results therefore I should be serious with studies and careful, "These can still happen with free living "my roommate Rita insisted one evening,we were having one of our usual conversations about my lack of social life. I remained adamant and continued with my all work and no play, deep down in my heart I craved for freedom.
It was the early days of the second semester, students were just returning, studies had commenced, I returned two days to the resumption date and did clean up, I bought new set of clothes and shoes, my roommates came back a week later and life was returning to normal.
I was hungry and wanted to drink a cup of hot tea,my hot water flask had little water inside and I hoped to manage it, I opened the cover to pour out the hot water into my glass cup, I can't tell how it happened but the flask fell off my hand to the floor and broke into pieces, the hot water splashed all over the floor and the pieces of glasses from the flask scattered everywhere.
I rushed to the corner of the room where we kept mop and broom but the mop wasn't there, the only person that would take the Mop was comfort our neighbour ,I rushed to her room immediately, her door was open so I pulled the curtains up to check if the mop was there but my hand dropped....inside comfort's narrow corner were about five guys and three girls lapping one another.... I couldn't believe it.,the room was dead quiet like there wasn't a fly in there yet so many people, I ran straight back to my room! Comfort called out for me to come back so she'd know what I wanted but I didn't answer, I ran into my room and lied face down on my bed.
Then I heard his voice, a baritone voice calling my name, I recognised him immediately he walked into my room, he seated on a seat inside comfort's room, he didn't lap anybody,
He came into my room and sat on my bed and tried to turn my face to his side but I pressed my face deeper and deeper into the pillow,
'"Olivia get up and tell me why you ran away? "he asked but I didn't reply, by now comfort has joined him, "Darling what did you want from my corner? "comfort asked me," my darling " that's how she called me back then .I managed to raise my head and tell her what happened, she brought the mop from her corner and helped me clean up my room.
"My name is George " he said and took my hands in his, I was dying from shyness ,he sat on my bed and there's no way I could run,"I am Olivia " I replied, he chuckled and asked me why I was so shy?
George forced me to see him off to the road so he can take a cab to his hostel, by the road he took my hand and kissed the back of my palm and told me he'd be in my room the next day to see me..
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That was how I met George and it kicked off a 6 years old relationship I am working hard to keep presently
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Wow! Great story.
ReplyDeleteWell I wasn't a shy girl in my year one. I was everywhere but still reserved