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Episode 23: The Diary Of Nymphomaniac

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I was admitted into the Federal University at Awka and I was so good to go. “Hello babe” I said, when I picked up my phone that was ringing. “How are you” Nikky asked me “I am fine dear… What did you score in your exam”? I asked her “160” She said with an angry tone “What about you”? She asked me “165” I replied with an angry tone too. She showed empathy and consoled me “So will you still attend the lesson again” She asked me “Yes” I replied… Let me call you back” I said to her.

I quickly terminated the call and blocked her number from my phone. I was making preparations and having dreams about what the university life would be all about. Then one evening, there was a knock on the door… “Pastor Peter” My father yelled. Immediately I heard his name, I knew I was in deep poo.He always saw funny visions about me, and I wondered what he has seen again this time around.

After the exchange of pleasantries, “Is your boy around? Please call him” He said to my father. I didn’t wait to be called, and I entered the parlor already. “I saw something about you, and it is not so good” He said “You have done a lot of bad things since this year and something bad is about to happen” He continued. My dad was already staring at me like someone that stole his money.

I knew what those eyes meant and I realized I was in for something serious. “I don’t want you to touch him sir” Pastor Peter said and I immediately breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “But the lord wants something to be done to avert all these” He continued “Anything, I will do it” My father said with enthusiasm… He opened his mouth and started prophesying “WHAT”?? I shouted during the middle of the prophesy.

Few months later I was packing my bag to resume at one of the best private universities in the southern part of Nigeria. I was thinking of how my journey was going to be, and also my stay in the school. Pastor Peter had warned my dad about me not going to a federal university because he foresaw that I would join bad gangs and will be killed in the end. I was just like a sheep going to the slaughter house while I was being escorted to the school compound.

When we got to the gate, it was like a prison filled with inmates. We did a security check at the first gate before we proceeded to the second gate and then to the main compound of the “School”. They checked my luggage and there was a big shout of “No camera phone ooo…” all the time. Well, I never bothered because they already bought me a big torch light Nokia phone that would end up being my best friend in school. We headed straight for the bank, and the procedure just got me tired.

Everything was mechanical with little or no room for modern technology. We waited in turns to pay our fees and the line was just like a voting queue; with the help of dad, they gave us special permission and we paid. We now took a tour round the main school compound where we visited various personnel in other to get my registration number. All I saw were boys and girls strolling round the school compound aimlessly and walking in pairs.

I was so shocked and felt like crying already. “Why did you do this to me” I asked Dad with a very sad face that was almost filled with tears. “This place will make you become a better person academically and morally” He replied with a smile. I was just too weak to talk and I was already running temperature already with enough headache.

We finally met with the registrar and I was given a registration number and filled up other forms, and I was good to go. We hurried back to the gate… “Alright, any other thing”? Daddy asked as he was about leaving “I don’t like here… daddy please” I begged “I have already paid above 400 thousand” Just be a good boy and don’t break any rules “Wait, speak to your mummy” Daddy added “Mummy, please I don’t like here” I was crying slowly and saying it “Daddy said it is a nice school” Mummy added “No mummy, it is not.

It is just like a prison yard” I said with tears “Baby… just manage. You will soon be out” She said as she consoled me on phone. I was thinking of how soon I will be out. I am was about to study an Engineering course that would last for five years, and mummy was saying I will be out soon. “How soon is five years” I asked myself.

“Alright, good-bye” Daddy added as he was leaving the school gate. I kept staring at him till he moved away from my sight. “Oga pack this your load and vanish from here” One of the security guys yelled at me and brought me back to reality. I felt like giving him a heavy slap… “You feel like slapping him shebi” One guy said by myside… “Not really: I said while laughing “I am martin” He responded as he brought out his hand for a handshake.

I shook him firmly and exchanged some pleasantries “I saw you crying to your father, guess you don’t wana come here” Martin asked me “You are correct bro, I feel so sad and dejected… I don’t like it here” I said to him “Don’t worry, you will soon adapt fast. It is actually fun here” He said “I am a school rep, so I will help you the way I can” He concluded. He asked the security man to help me pack my luggage inside the waiting bus to be transported to the hostel.

“Ask for hall Rep Martin, room X” He mentioned the name of the hostel before I left. I was transported to the boy’s hostel and believe me, immediately I reached, it was like another state in a state. I saw boys cooking outside, some were playing basket, some were playing football in the hostel field while some were carrying some little weight located in the open field. It was a rowdy environment filled with noise and I was just so lost.

They offloaded my luggage just outside the hostel and I sat down looking like someone who just traveled abroad for the first time. “Please, do you know hall Rep Martin’s room” I asked one of the guys that came around my side. He directed me and I followed his direction. While I was going, I remembered I forgot my luggage outside and with a speed of light, I dashed off to where it was located.

“You came to protect your bag”? One guy who saw me asked “Yes ooo… before they steal it” I said with a seriousness. They gave me a very wicked laugh and I almost felt embarrassed. “Na new comer sha” One of the guys said to his friend “Even if you leave your luggage here till tomorrow, nobody will touch it” One of the guys said to me. It was sounding too good to be true and I thought they wanted to play on my intelligence and steal from me. I only thanked them for their advice and sat tight with my only inheritance in the school. I stayed there till hall rep Martin came around and asked me to follow him to his room, so that he can allocate a room to me. “What about my luggage” I asked while chasing after him “Just leave it there and follow me” It was sounding like a Japanese language “That I should leave my bag, not possible” I said to myself.

I managed to grab hold of the bag that harbored my provision and cloth while I chased after him. “They won’t steal it even if you leave it outside” Hall rep martin said while I was in his room “I will give you room XY for now till they allocate a room officially to you guys” He concluded. I quickly moved my bags to the allocated room and it was like a room in one of these American movies where they harbor criminals but the difference is that this room was filled with Christian Elders.

I greeted everyone in the room and packed in like someone they chased away from home. I was given a warm reception, a brief introduction and induction as soon I had settled down. That night was one of the worsts; I just slept like a log of wood and woke up very tired without knowing what else to do. “You have to go finish your registration and start attending lectures” One of the older students name Femi told me.

He was a medicine student of 400 level and looking at him, you would know that truly he is a medicine student. I quickly rushed to a crowded bathroom while I waited for my turn to bath. It was a horrible sight looking at some guys Unclad and jumping up and down the bathroom corridor and making a whole lot of noise. I succeeded in bathing while I dashed off into the school compound to do the needful.

“Seems you are also new” I asked her “Yes, how did you know” She asked. “I saw the way you were staring around like you lost your money, and then I knew you were also lost like me” I replied with a cool smile. We both laughed over it and exchanged pleasantries. “Lets strike a deal” I said to her with a wink “what deal, hope it will favor me too” She asked.

hope it will favor me too” She asked with a smile. She had a very cute smile that could melt even the heart of a saddist. “You will help me with my registration, while I help you with yours” I said to her with a smile. “Wow, sounds nice, but change you change the first person to get help to me”? She asked with a mean face “No, I brought up the idea, so I will go first” I said with a mean face too.

After much debate and logic, I gave into her argument. “I am Queen” She said “I am King” I replied. We both laughed again and headed straight for business. After making much progress with her registration, we decided to go take lunch. We ordered for various delicacies and I was about making payment before I heard “I hate being paid for; as long as we are together, the bills will be on me” She said with a smile.

I was doubting the source where such words was coming from as I kept looking around to her amusement. “Anything wrong”? She asked “Yea, someone was saying something about paying for me, so I was looking for where the voice was coming from” I replied with a sarcastic face “Don’t be silly joor… I said it” She said with a loud laugh that drew attention.

I kept on staring at her while I quietly brought out my wallet and made payments. “You paid? Why?” She queried “I pay for Angels alone, and you look like one I always see in my dreams” I said with a mean face. Questions upon questions, jokes upon jokes, laughter upon laughter, and the chemistry between both of us were developing. I was so tempted to touch her, and she knew what I was thinking of doing.

“It is not allowed here” She said and immediately, my dicck shrunk like a snail that was touched “I wasn’t thinking of anything” I said with a disappointed face. She laughed hard and we decided to leave the cafeteria. We went to the auditorium where 100 level students always took lectures and we found a seat right at the back of the hall. I got to know that her father was a politician in one of the states of Nigeria.

“What does your father do” She asked me “He is a friend to a politician” I said with much laughter. She laughed so hard that she almost fell from her seat.

On a lighter note again, she asked again and I told her the truth. “You shouldn’t spend for me again. I already like you, so don’t bother to impress me” She said with a smile. I felt happy and embarrassed at the same time. “But I have money na” I said jokingly “Do you have up to 200,000 naira in your account” She asked me with a smile “Yes, but I have used it for school fees” I said while laughing.

“I have more than enough to spend, and I want you to be part of it” She said while squeezing my hand tightly. I came closer for a kiss but I was reminded once again of the rules of the school. “I am gonna be a virgin for the next 3 months” I said jokingly “I am still a virgin, so no big deal about being one” She said with a tongue out face. I didn’t know whether to be happy or happy, so I remained happy.

We were seen together almost every time of the day and also of the week. We did virtually everything in common except sleeping together and bathing. She kept on buying and spending till I was becoming ashamed of collecting. “Baby please, stop spending for me” I pleaded with a low tone as after some series of lectures we had. “I love you and I am happy doing it” She said while holding my hands “But people will soon notice and start abusing me” I asked her “Alright, I will be giving you the money, and you will be the one paying” She said.

The first time I was giving the sum of 5000 naira to pay for our meals for the day, I became confused as to what to do with it. “Let’s use this money and buy foodstuffs, so that you can cook and maybe give me from there” I suggested “I hate cooking” She replied boldly “Wow… that’s nice, me too” I replied back “I have money that can last me for 6 months, so don’t be scared” She reminded me.

The eating and the fun and the enjoyment can’t be explained in this diary. At a point in time, I even knew her ATM pin and even withdrew with it. When I saw her account balance, I was ashamed of myself. I knew that truly there was a class difference. We spent a lot of time at night, saying various s*xy things, sending cute messages and talking about love.

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