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Love Struck – Chapter Nine


   The rain was drizzling, the atmosphere frigid. I found warmth in the comfort of my blanket. I didn’t want to get up from the bed even though I wasn’t asleep. I basked in the fantasy I’d created for myself. One where I and Paula just lie in bed all day I wasn’t cognizant of time until the alarm runt. I sighed, knowing that was my signal to get up.

  John was still fast asleep when I got up. He wrapped himself with his blanket, clearly the cold had gotten to him too. I noticed the sun was coming up and I didn’t want to interrupt his sleep, so I walked slowly towards the window. I looked through the transparent glass and observed that the ground was quite most.
“Close the window,” John said with a weakened voice.
“It’s closed,” I said, looking backwards.
“Then why is everywhere cold?” he asked
“That’s how the weather is this morning.”

   Afterwards, we dressed up and we’re ready for school. The sun had come up bright and hot. I was eager to see Paula, my eyes were surveying the premises as I walked into the hallway.
“See you later bro,” John said as he patted me on the back.
“Alright, later,” I replied, with my eyes still scanning for Paula.
“Daniel!” Paula shouted, waving her hands so I’d notice her.
I saw her and waved back as I walked towards her. She hugged me immediately I was close to her. I froze as my heartbeat increased rapidly.
“Hey, Good morning,” I said with a smile on my face.
“You look dashing,” she said cheerfully.
“That’ll be because you,” I responded as I prodded her nose.
“Come on. We’ll be late of class,” she said merrily.
   I held her hands as we walked to class, while she reposed her head on my right shoulder. We sat nigh each other during lectures. I could hardly concentrate on the lecture with Paula by my side. I kept peeking at her recurrently until lectures ended for the day. Students began dispersing to their various locations when Mr Andrew-our management lecturer entered the classroom.
“Decorum everyone!” he yelled with his two hands in the air, as though he was directing traffic.
“Come together everyone!” he yelled again but this time, the perfectly looking smile on his face had become inverse.

  The whole class quickly became silent and everyone sat down. He continued his statement,

“Thanks to the new vice chancellor and the current managerial team of the school, there’ll be an excursion tomorrow. It’s more like an incentive to you students, so you won’t feel jaded of education. I know it’s impromptu but it’s mandatory and I want to see every one of you present at the bushed tomorrow, at exactly 8:00am. Oh, and we’ll be going to the Nigerian National Museum situated at the city of Lagos. Hopefully we’ll go and be back the same day but just in case anything goes wrong, pack an extra clothe along. That’ll be all.” he exclaimed vehemently.

  Everyone seemed glad about it, as the atmosphere of the class was filled with chatter from different angles.

“At least I can do some sightseeing,” I said gently.
“So you’re not satisfied with what you’re seeing here?” she asked with her eyebrows bent downwards.
“Um, which is?” I asked, looking confused.
“Me.” she said with a dim voice.
“OH! Of course, I’m satisfied seeing you,” I said as I rushed for her hands, grasping it.

  She blushed and I felt like kissing her right that moment but we were in public.

“You’ll be going for the excursion tomorrow, right?” she asked.
“Didn’t you hear the man? I asked rhetorically, “it’s mandatory.”
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,”  she said with her eyes focused on mine.
“Yeah, sure.” I replied putting my right hand on her shoulder.
We walked home together after grabbing something to eat at the cafeteria. I felt I was getting intimate with her day by day and it brought joy to me. Like every average University student, I couldn’t keep what happened to myself. I told my roomie-John about my day.
“Yeah, Mr Andrew came to my class too. I guess we’re all going for the excursion then.” he said ecstatically.
“We all are.” I responded merrily.

Written by Praise Osawaru
Instagram @wordsmithpraise

About Praise

Praise Osawaru is a writer, (performance) poet, content developer and entrepreneur-in-training. His works have appeared/forthcoming in African Writer, Black Youth, Kreative Diadem, Ngiga Review, Nantygreens, SprinNG, Praxis Magazine and Writers Space Africa. He was longlisted for African Writers Award 2019 and Shortlisted for The Zi Prize 2019. He enjoys reading books, listening to good music, and binge-watching series on Netflix when he isn't over-worrying about University life. Say hello on Instagram/Twitter: @wordsmithpraise

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