It was a sunny afternoon; we normally have lessons after school. I have these group of guys I normally hangout with, their names Nathan, Marcel [ his name has diff spellings] and Agula. We were called ‘The Four Huntsmen’, no one knew about the name except us sha, hilarious I guess. Just like the normal huntsmen you know our job was so different, we hunted for ladies, crazy right. Nathan was the smooth master, Marcel the gangster and Agula the brainiac. I know you must be thinking, what about me, lol, I wont say I was the gang leader but I was the only one who had guts to approach the ladies and knew the lines to use... Am not some badass like you are thinking because we never actually got to talk to any of the girls, we only sat there wasting time and plotting. SAD. But it finally happened, I did it, I finally spoke to a lady using our plans and tactics. Her name is Patricia, she was my primary school mate, our mums are both teachers at the same school, so I just used that opportunity to start a conversation. Trisha, like I normally call her is such a pretty fine young lady right now. She was once the talk of our class, she was known for her curvy body and almost every guy wanted her. Each time she passed by our classroom, everyone lost focus of the class and began to day dream; this was possible because there wasn’t any fence dividing our mum’s workplace and my school. The day we spoke though, she started the conversation, and when I was back to class, everyone saw me like a boss, so John finally spoke to a lady and not just any lady… Trisha. Where everything went sideways was when our principal found out about the meetings and all, there was even a time he had to give us a speech on women and choosing a wife saying ‘ your wives are yet to be born, they might even be in primary 1 at that time, so let’s focus on our books and forget girls’. Everyone pretended as if they got touched by the speech, immediately he had left the class and gone far, we all started laughing. This was because we didn’t understand what he meant back then but now am sure everyone does even though some of us still behave foolish. So ss3 went on, we had to write three exams, boring, we started the first exams which was the mock, the school exams so as to determine who would collect prize on graduation day. Most people didn’t take the exams seriously because we believed It doesn’t affect our entry into the university. Results came out, couldn’t believe some guys were actually crying and sad at the result, I won’t call names. I sha accepted my result even if the A’s were not much. The D day finally came, WAEC, mehn toughest times , that period was fire, boys going to the library, some doing over night reading, some staying back after school to practice. The highest thing I ever did was to open my books up for maybe an hour or two. My Dad would always complain that I don’t read and if I fail I’ll go learn a trade or something. Fortunately for me, I passed with one of the top results, I so bragged at his face ehh, lol, ad to all those my teachers who thought I couldn’t do it, who is laughing now? . Neco came and pass. Were you expecting a story on NECO? Lol, nothing at all, none of us took the exams all that serious because we were all confident we had cleared our WAEC . Graduation day, the big ceremony, boys turned Men, all dressed in our black suits, if you were there, you would have seen different styles of wearing a suit, some pencil trousers, some baggy as they call it, some of us even had a hat worn looking like the heads of a drug cartel. There was this guy, he wore a blue suit, mhen a blue suit, just imagine it. When he was asked, he said he and his dad had gone to buy it together and they both didn’t know it was blue, funniest shit I heard back then. We still accepted him though as brothers do stick together no matter what. Ss3 boys and their lack of cooperation when it comes to maters of money caused us not to have an after party, instead they preferred attending other people’s party and stealing their girls. Some of us never saw again after that up until date. But blessed are those who still stick together, One Love. We parted ways, some got admission, some are still looking for, some are outside the country but still we still got our backs, I hope.
I certainly hope you enjoyed this part. More to come, university life ehh, get ready to be blown. Thank You. Please vote, invite friends to read too, am sure they’ll enjoy it like you did.
