Dear nairalanders that are vast in the areas of grammar, pls forgive my gbaguan as I only know how to communicate in the simplest form of English language.

It all started during my year one, when I was just a fresher in one of the state's university and as at that time my parents were experiencing some financial difficulties and i had only been able to pay for my acceptance fee and school fees.
During my first week in the school... I slept in the bunks bed of the female hostels which were yet to be occupied by their owners...
In the mornings , I would wake up as early as 5am, say my morning prayers, greet the occupants of the room, borrow a bucket from one of the roommates and then head off straight to the bathroom. After having my bath, I would go to a nearly Bush with my tissue paper and defecate there then come back to the hostel to pick my bag/luggage which included my slippers, few clothes and undies, credentials and some writing materials.
I would comb my long hair and style it in a bun, leave my face without make up then head off to class on an empty stomach...

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So what now happened.



Dirty girl. Defecating after bathing.

I got to class with my rumpled polo top and faded jeans.. And a totally worn out loafers, seated at the front row, with my writing materials in place, waiting and speculating on when the course lecturer would walk into the class.
There was a reason I always sat at the front row. This is due to the fact during the periods I attended jamb classes, I overhear student saying those that at seated at the row are the smartest, most brilliant and didn't care if they looked nice, all they wanted to do was learn.
Meanwhile the reason I always sat at the front was because I wanted to avoid the stares of wondering eyes, big girls in the class and i didn't want to be intimidated and the best way to do that my mind my mind and the front row gave me that privileged.

jomoh:
So what now happened.


Dirty girl. Defecating after bathing.

thank you sir

thatsincerechic:
thank you sir

just kidding babe.

Go on let know.

finish the story before I start insulting you

It sounds unfortunate already

On this particular day, being the fifth day I started receiving lectures and being a Friday as well (thank Goodness!) , I was seated at the front row, with my bun hairstyle which I hadn't touched since the first day I started receiving lectures, looking directly into the eyes of of the lecturer as he was busy explaining 'jargons' because I couldn't make sense of what he was saying to the class and to me in particular, as
I was trying to focus my mind on the lecture Hall and scheming on how I was going to buy brunch (the time was past 12pm) and pay for my transport fare back to the hostel as I had just N150 left from the N3000 my parents gave me...
And finally my mind decided to dwell on the fact that I was very hungry and needed to eat something immediately because some minutes later, the words of the lecturer were hitting me like hard rock as I was starting to feel some kind of migraine...

Then?

Ten minutes after the class ended and i exclaimed silently to myself
'thank God!
But I didnt know it was not as silent enough for the young man sitting next to me not to hear and then he said immediately
'guess you didn't enjoy this class just as I did not'
With a smile on his handsome face (mind you I didn't see him as handsome at that time because the hunger had blurred my vision and affect my reasoning to some extent).
Then I replied with
'yeah, you are right'
I wanted to say more, tell him the lecturer was good, that the class was interesting even if it was painfully long as I could see some students standing, with relief written all over them, but I could say no more because I was scared my head was going to burst open as I was still feeling the migraine and this time worse.
'... and i have been admiring you for some days now and I would really like to know you better because you seem to me like the kind of girl I would love to be friends with.. '
He has been talking and i wasn't listening but at least I heard some of the things he said.
Then I thought, oh well, why don't I just see this as an opportunity and then I told him I wanted to rush home and have lunch because I was hungry.
(yes I lied. My mother always taught me to not appear helpless or desperate even when you are dying because 85% of those who are aware of your helplessness would take advantage of it) .

super story

Twenty minutes later we were in an eatery not too far from the campus. Yes, he had offered to buy me lunch and i had no other option but to accept it. I ordered for two wraps of eba and okra soup with four assorted meat. I could feel his gaze on me as I made the order but I simply did not care because I was more concerned with what I was going to eat that would still make me heavy to the next day.
Finally he asked why I had ordered for eba instead of rice like he did and I told him I had rice as breakfast and wanted something different (another lie)
When we were done eating, he offered to help me carry my big handbag as we walked and asked why It was so heavy.. I simply told him I had lots of shoes in it that are for sale when he asked to see them I told him that would be later because we were walking on the road..
'tomorrow is Saturday, would you like to come spend the weekend at my place cos most of the times I'm bored since I live alone' he said.
And i thought aloud,
'if this guy thinks I'm cheap because he bought me lunch then his mind must be really playing tricks on him'
I politely turned him down with excuses ranging from fellowship, rehearsals, group study etc.. and he believed or so i thought.
I could still recall I had just N150 left with me and I needed to get to the hostel with N100 as shuttle fare, which means I would have N50 left with me and I felt like crying but the food I had consumed wouldn't let me, I was so full my emotions were altered.

Santos09:
super story

yes it's a super and true story

Whr my gran papa koboko sef? Dis OP seriously needs sum whips

i can not differentiate between a real story and lies in nairaland

Op, continue. I'm all eyes

Osedvgirl you didnt reply my pm..please do ok!!Lets talk..

osedvgirl:
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Errmm since we met, you never asked for my name and i don't know your name' I said to him
'well my name is Andy and i guess your's is Rose because I saw Rose scribbled on the front cover of your notebook while we were in class' he smiled at me sheepishly.
'Errmm pls can you do me a favour... ', I said in the most subtle way I could.
'.. I forgot to make a cash withdrawal at the bank and it's past 4pm. I don't use an atm card too'. This time I wasn't looking at him directly neither was I looking down (my mother had taught me never to put your gaze down while you ask for something because it makes you appear hopeless) I was looking past him.
'ok... So you want me to help you with some money? ' he asked.
I nodded in affirmative.
'well' ... He continued '... I don't really have much on me though.. I think I have just..'
I could see that he had N500 note, N100 note and N50 note in his wallet.
Of course, I wasn't greedy as to think he would give me N500 from the N650 he had in his wallet or if he was going to use the atm because I needed some money from him after all we had only just met.
While he was contemplating hard, I kept my cool, shoulders high with an optimistic mind to go with.
To cut the long story short, sweet Andy gave me N500 and i quickly took the shuttle to the school hostel, and had the greatest shock of my life........

thatsincerechic:
yes it's a super and true story

but babes d story Neva finish na wetin con happen next

Please continue. I dey enjoy am.

In baba buhari voice: Kontinew

I got to the hostel and found out that the owner of the bed space I had been occupying for almost a week was back. The girl I guessed was the owner was arranging some of her things, from provisions to foodstuffs, neatly arranged in the locker, clothes, and some other personal effects you always see with Big chics. Then I had a look at the mattress I had been sleeping in and notice that there was a beautiful bedsheet with a mickey mouse design on it and a pillow case was visible as well..
Just then it occurred to me that the wrapper I usually use to cover up myself when the night was cold was nowhere to be found and with some annoying relief I found it under the bunk and i was mad but I kept my cool..
Another girl was on the side of the mattress laughing hysterically and none of them were aware of my presence.
As I was still accessing my environment, with my big handbag hung over my left should, i heard
'hey girl, pls oo I'm just resuming for the semester and i have not fully settled to start spending money... And by the way what do you have for sale? ' the supposed owner of the bed space asked.
' come and show us now' her friend, I guessed, added.
By this time the other girls whom I was sharing the room with were not back but I later noticed that one of them was around and she was busy preparing something.. Indomie or so and then she turned around and saw me and immediately for the first time I knew what she was about to say...

If andy doesn't fuckkk you blue and black..then his a dulling guy.....

'Tracy.. This is errmmm forgotten her name self, the girl i told you about, the one that has been securing your bed space'
I didn't know what she meant by SECURING YOUR BED SPACE, but I cared less. SECURE wasn't such a bad word.
This time Tracy's countenance had changed from a welcoming lady to a defensive one.
'sorry oh, I'm fully back and I have no intention of travelling till the end of the semester and thanks for securing my bed space anyways'.
This time, Tracy was assessing me from my head to my feet and i suddenly became conscious of my hair which was unkempt because my buns was hanging loose, and my shirt which is still very much rumpled thanks to the satin material.. and Oh My God! my shoes! I thought aloud. My loafers shoes had been ridden with dust, while I was walking down the road with Andy after we left the eatery.
While Tracy was still assessing me, I recalled saying something like... 'No problem.. I will return back to my off-campus room which I share with a friend. I usually come here to sleep because my friend is not around, she travelled and is coming back next week and I hate sleeping alone'
I didn't care if they believed or not, I just needed to say something instead of staring like a dumbfounded Fool....

I dy feel sorry for this girl sef

Op come continue

In five minutes, I was able to assess Tracy and her friend entirely. Tracy was such a beautiful girl, dark skinned, with dimples on the cheek bones. While she was seated I could tell she was tall, by the length of her arm and legs...
She had these white eyes, white teeth, and her hair... Oh she was wearing a hair net but I guessed it looked good too. Her dress, oh my God! Was so beautiful. I can't remember the colour though but I will never forget the fact that it was really beautiful.
Then her friend, she was another beauty to behold, dark skinned with a pointed nose and a smiling face. Her pair of sandals were to die for. Everything about these girls was screaming beauty and grace.
"POVERTY IS A BASTARD" I almost cried out and then I remembered Andy had asked me to come spend the weekend with him which I politely turned down.. 'lemme use this as an opportunity' I thought aloud.
I told the girls I was leaving and was about to dial Andy's number when I remembered that we never exchanged mobile phone numbers to start with.
"I AM FINISHED I SCREAMED INSIDE OF ME"
and then I felt hope, pride, strength and blood draining out of me. My head was hanging loose facing downwards, though felt very heavy.. I could tell that my eyes were blazing red and watery, my feet heavy and my whole body felt like it belonged to someone else......

AT THE END YOU SHA TURN RUNS GIRL ABI

Nne, Keep it up.The way you describe situations is amazing.

ajixkhid1:
AT THE END YOU SHA TURN RUNS GIRL ABI

I don't think so. I think she used her brain to survive.

A runs girl won't have the time to write a story let alone in details like this. She won't even be intelligent.