chistar01: @Izukwu, lmao! am flattered.

@toeyean, lmao! So ekiti get thier own?

@valdes, I go church oh.

chistar01: **continuation**

Ok, since am not allowed to type stuffs with explicit contents here, and am a law abiding writer, I'll just spare you guys the full gist and censor it down to six direct words;

'SHE DID IT & I LIKED IT', who wouldn't anyway?

With that said...

The bash ended in the early hours of the morning, the guest left but I and Dominic stayed back and spent the rest of the morning in Hassy's house.

Back to my story...

One week Later.
Tuesday, 2:53pm

So I was bored and home alone, again, then as usual, my mind starts wandering;

'Where all this people for this house they go everyday self? Them go just they leave only me and Ginger for house. Wetin I go do now?... Dominic no dey and Hassy don carry hin two left legs go school, finally. Wait oh! I never even call this girl wey Dominic give me hin number since last week, make i call am either she go fit come my house'
Ginger BTW is my dog.

*Dials Tenny number, picks almost immediately*

ME: Hello?

TENNY: yea, Hi?

ME: ermm, what's up?

TENNY: am fine, please who am I speaking with?

ME: Its Micheal

TENNY: (trying to recall) ermm, Micheal? Micheal from?

ME: Micheal Na! Hassy's friend, chill am I speaking to Tenny?

TENNY: Oh, Micheal! Asin that Uniport guy?

TENNY: (Uniport guy? Who told this one I school at Uniport?) Yea, exactly. Is this Teniola... Sorry Tenny?

TENNY: yea its me, am sorry for the JAMB questions, I don't have your number on my phone

ME: No p, I even just stole your number from your sister's phone yesterday, she didn't want to give me

TENNY: hahaha, Ole, don't mind her sha, she can over do the 'elder sister's thing times

ME: Hmm, well its expected. So what's up na?

TENNY: am just there, kinda bored

ME: Eeyaa, sorry babes, but you know what? I'm bored too, I was wondering if you...

MTN: (Interrupts call) Dear customer, you have less than one minute of call left.

'God punish una papa!' I curse MTN.

TENNY: Hello? You there?

ME: Yea, I don't have much airtime left can we talk later or chat online?

TENNY: Ok, no qualms, just text me your pin, I'll add you up

ME: *giggles* Na, am not on BBM and don't do the BIS thing, I'm into the AIS level

TENNY: AIS? What's that?

ME: Android Internet Service, don't worry sha I think I spotted you on my whatsapp list, Ill message you right away

TENNY: You are a case, ok, thats cool too sha. I'll be expecting, bye

ME: Yea, bye. Talk to you later.

*hangs up*

I quickly open the whatsapp and search for her on my contact and send a message.
She replies almost immediately.

After much beating around the bush and purposely avoiding the BJ incident at the party, I finally hit the point and ask her to come over and she reluctantly agrees after I literally had to beg her.

***

History repeated itself as I broke the world record for sweeping and arranging a house. The former record was set by me at school when Ify came over for the first time, and now I just broke my record with minus 5 minutes.

When I was done, I could see my reflection on the tiled floor and I smiled at a work well done.

I had far settled in my bedroom just toying with my phone, when I got a whatsapp message alert. Naturally I check it and see its from Tenny, it says;

'I'm at your gate, better cage that your dog before opening the gate'

I just smiled and grabbed a shirt then headed outside to bring her in. But...

Unlike most nigerians who name thier dogs anything just because its just the way its meant to be done, we didn't act that way. We gave Ginger Its name for a reason;

'The dog too dey happy and ginger unnecessarily'.

I majestically bounced out of the house, into the compound and then Ginger chooses the most wrong time ever to play hide and seek with me.

I whistled and screamed its name for minutes but all to no avail, so I try chasing the stûpid dog and catching it, but it ran under my dad's car, which is beyond my reach.

'If I catch you today, I swear I'll sell you to that calabar man who lives down the street' I scream to the dog who didn't seem to care. He probably knows its just an empty threat.

'where are you now?' Tenny sends another message.

At this point, I see violence isn't working so I swallowed my pride and resulted to begging my dog, MY OWN DOG! Can you imagine?.

'Ginger... Please come out and go to your cage, I'll give you twice your daily meal this evening' I try bribing, but the dog still isint moved by that neither.

'hmm, ok bye!, am going!' Tenny sends the third message.

I pondered over it and decided to take the risk, afterall all Ginger has done is bite like 4 people, maybe he won't even attack Tenny. I encourage myself.

I run to the gate and open it, luckily she was yet to leave, I just apologised and invited her in.

Before I could lock the gate and turn, Ginger is already out of the car and walking toward Tenny at a slow scary pace.

BTW ginger is female German Shepherd breed, and a wise man once said;

'Never underestimate a female dog'

TO BE CONTINUED

chistar01: **continuation**

We talked for alittle longer and i kept chipping in my dry jokes which she found realy hilarious and therefore laughed her ass off...

MTN alerted me on my limited airtime and i quickly ended the call..

Ok na, i was about sleeping before i thought about you, so just wanted to say hi and goodnight' i said

'ok, thanks dear, sleep well'

'that a sure bet, who wouldnt sleep well after talking to you before sleeping' i said flattering her

'oh, dont start again, good night' she replied laughing and hunged up before i could say anyother thing.

***

Its was a new day, friday to be specific when i woke up the next morning. I kinda woke up on the right side of the bed feeling realy good for reasons best known to me. I had no morning lectures so i basicaly played around, i went round the whole lodge disturbing my neigbours until it was 2pm, when i had my 1st lecture of the day.

I had a quick look at my time table and saw MGT 152.2 under 'FRIDAY' , this meant i thats what i had. The whole time table which i had snaped with my phone due to laziness to copy it (i learnt that from ify) had many course codes.. MGT 151.2, MGT 130.2, GES 100.2 etc.

'i realy dont get why all this courses have codes, it kinda make them look scary and hard.. Why dont they use just the course title, take for example, MGT 152.1 which title was 'Business communication.. Doesnt that make it look easier?' i thought.

Anyway i prepared and headed straight to the 'ETF lecture hall' located in the uniport's abuja campus. Dont ask me what ETF means because i dont know too.

On getting there, the hall was kind full to the brim with unfamiliar faces, i assumed i was at the wrong venue, so i tried calling wizzy to get things straight, but his number wasnt reachable. Just when i was about getting realy worried i started seeing faces that were familiar in the crowd, i walked up to one i kinda knew well and was sure he was from my depertment.

'guy how far nah?' i asked on getting closer to him

'i dey oh, how you dey?' he replied after recognizing me

'im just dere o, shey na here we suppose get the MGT 152?' i asked

'yes na, na wetin dey timetable'

'oh, who come be all this ones who full here?' i asked

'na combined course, we dey do am with marketing and H.T.M' he replied, (HTM is the abbrevation of Hospitality and Tourism Management)

'ok that explains alot', i said and i kept quite, i thought of asking him for his name but that would kinda be gayish, so we just sat and chilled for the lecturer to come.

10 minutes later, a very thin tall man, who had a problem buying clothes that were his size because the cloths he had on were those type that could act as a parachute if he jumped from a plane walked into the hall and headed straight to the stage at the front of the hall. His lips were realy big and black maybe due to excessive smoking, not to talk of his eyes that seemed to be slowly sinking into thier sockets which were covered by a small transperent glasses which looked recommended.

He droped his suitcase on a table, and stood there looking at the whole occupants of the hall, just like magic, everyone in the hall kept quite without being told to and in a few seconds, the hall was as quite as a grave yard.

The man first cleared his throat, then with a voice that echoed round the whole hall he gave an introductory speech...

'good afternoon class, i am barrister Fidelis Nwachukwu and i am going to be taking you in this course...' he walked down to the white board and wrote down 'BUSINESS COMMUNICATION (MGT 152.2)' with a red marker. Then he continued

'before i begin, there are certain rules i would state now, and if you wont to pass my course, you must obey them..' he cleared his throat again and continued speaking...

'Firstly, when coming to my class, you must dress in corporate, this includes a plain pant trousers, a shirt and a tie for the gents, and for the ladies, you figure out what to wear by yourself, dont wear all those wizkid type trousers or 'show me your back' kindof shirt to my class if you dont want to enter my blackbook. Also i wont tolerate late comers, once am in the hall, dont bother entering, and if you dont have up to 80% attendence, you wont write my exam. Thats all i have to say for now. If you have any questions, drop it with your course reps later on. But as for now, the 3 course reps should follow me outside with immediate effect!. See you all next week' he concluded and walked out of the hall same way he entered.

'chai! Uniport and thier wahala!, I no plan for this one oh, which kind lecturer be this now? The only thing close to corporate wey i get nah my chinos trousers, and e be like say all of then be like 'wizkid trousers' ' i thought

just then, the dude by myside asked...

'o boi, shey you get any corporate cloth wey you fit borrow me next week?

I laughed for and then gave him a 'JAMB' reply...

'shey you ...'

TO BE CONTINUED