After the end of lectures for the day, my guys and I moved to the deep part of our engineering blocks that seemed abandoned. We only go there to charge our phones from the twisted connection secretly tapped from the lecturers’ section that’s not quite far from the block.
We stayed there until 5 p.m. when the light went off, and when I was tapped to wake up from slumber, I raised my left leg to cross over the desk I was sleeping on and I heard poooah!—a sound of my wear getting torn. At that moment, all I was hoping for was that it should be my underwear that made that sound and not my trouser. The noise was so loud that it got the attention of my guys and made them pause, waiting for me to step down so they could check and begin their laughter.
"Kingsley, see it here oooh!" Efe, one of them, pointed at the backside of my trousers, the buttock. I checked it and I didn’t know when I joined them in laughing at myself because I was messed up already. The torn part was so big and exposed.
In the midst of the laughter, they all began to pack their chargers, phones, laptops, and extension boxes into their bags and began to leave one after the other. To my surprise, even the most trusted friends walked away, which was an intentional act.
“All of you are leaving me behind!” I screamed at them, my voice mixed with laughter, depression, and confusion.
They heard me, turned back, looked at how lonely I was at the spot, and burst into laughter again.
There was no way I could move an inch out of the spot because the top I was wearing was kinda short and didn’t reach far enough to cover the torn part of the trouser. It was so obvious that I couldn’t even stand, just to avoid other people from seeing it.
The worst part of the situation was that bike men were not allowed into the school premises. Of course, there was no way I could walk home with that embarrassing tear, exposing my innerwear. I needed to use a bike, but I had to walk down to the school gate to get one.
My friends—three of them—devised a means to cover me while I walked, which was to stay very close behind me in a romantic way to make the spot unseeable by any other students.
One of the guys tried to practicalize that, and the scene was totally off. It was exhibiting too many rainbow colours 🌈🌈 because he got so close and stuck his front to my back. That was the only way, but I disliked the scene because it was so irritating.
Fortunately, there was a lady in our midst who was one of the guys’ girlfriends. She volunteered to be my back shield and it clicked so well. Yeah, I enjoyed the scene—the closeness was out of this world—and I’m sure she enjoyed it too.
We dramatically walked to the gate, called a bike man to a corner, and that’s how I succeeded that day.
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