It was already too late for me when I realised I was supposed to man up to a girl that has deferred the odds in showing me she has a feelings for me

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I started my university years in 2016, having scored up to 200 being the required threshold as at then to qualify to write the University’s Post UTME. I entered the university then like a village man without swag, I wore oversized shirts,, flared trousers(AKA Fela Trouser) and some of my dads big ties that its width are as big as mma oge.

Just like other aspiring students, I was motivated Just like other aspiring students, I by the competition and discrimination associated with people in my Dept. I belonged to the class of students who dont talk .

I had a group of reading partners comprising of two girls and a guy. My guy from our usual reading gathering, fell in love with blessing of one the girls and they started dating and seeing each other in private. They were good for each other but those two don’t have shame. Sometimes they interrupt our study discussion with their fore play and romance. Love in indeed is a beautiful thing but it was a luxury I could not afford at the time.

Apart from the fear that I was living off my parents money in school , I have not learnt the art nor grown the balls of walking up to a lady , I can't even stand face to face with any lady then, I once dreamt of where I stopped a lady at school gate after church and before I could finish I...I...I... she sighed and left me there to myself.

Whenever my guy starts his romance with Blessing in our presence, our other partner Chioma will be looking at me with a deemed eye and smiling. On one particular occasion I hosted the reading in my room, we were resting when they started there usual mouth to mouth respiration and entanglement.

I noticed Chioma’s leg on mine moving up and down. At first I said nothing thinking it was a mistake but after a while I noticed it was consistent and I told her “Chioma azo zina m ukwu”( Chioma please stop matching me). She felt bad and I had to apologise to her for stepping on me to my own amusement Perhaps she was receiving the alert of another person’s transaction.

On one other occasion she borrowed my textbook and upon returning it I found her picture inside it. The next day in school I told her she forgot her picture inside my book and gave it back. She had that look of disappointment on her face when I returned it but the man from Osun State couldn’t do anything about it because I didn’t know what was going on. As far as I am concern, my priority then was to understand the things they were bombarding us with.

Our first SUG week came and students were preparing for the SUG night. Amongst the four of us, I was the only one that didn’t want to attend. I was less social at the time. The only thing I enjoyed doing was Designing, Repairing Laptop and watching movie with my laptop. After much going back and forth i threw in the towel and attended. It was one of my memorable nights in school after all. We met some of our friends and made new ones too. We danced in pairs and obviously I was with Chioma.

I couldn’t handle her waist. It kept rolling and turning like “turn table” and I was there standing like the statue of liberty without knowing what to do. She made me hold her at intervals and I was even scared of holding her firmly. It was my first time of touching a lady and the more she danced the more my hands goes to her Adazi Enu and Adazi Nnukwu indiscriminately.

If she bends to rock me, I will distance myself to avoid her butt meeting my “National Assembly”. She got tired at some point and we had to sit down somewhere while she rested her head on my shoulders.

I mentioned I was hungry when we were going and she and Blessing offered to get snack for us. I took the meat pie she bought me home to enable me wash it down with a bottle of Fanta in the house. Opening the nylon I saw one and half meat pie. She must have eaten half from it I said to myself. I noticed the saviet though neatly folded but was not used in wrapping the pie. It was unusual. I unfolded the Saviet only to see lipstick imprint on it. I couldn’t understand why she left the saviet inside the nylon after using it. I trashed the Saviet, did my sign of the cross and ate the pie in peace before sleeping off.

I woke up to her text message on how I made her night and all. I replied thank you even though I didn’t feel I did anything special apart from hanging out and dancing with her.
After our semester break, Chioma did not resume with us. Her number was connnecting anymore.

The last time I heard from her was during the vacation when she told me how she loved me and I didn’t care. That was so when she broke the news to me that she had secured admission in another school. I was heart
broken.

That was when the whole thing made sense to me. The picture I thought she forgot inside my book, she wanted me to have it. The lipstick imprint in the saviet was her way of giving me an affectionate kiss. Oh goodness the leg part, she was caressing me and I thought she was matching me. “Akowaloru m ife ofuma” (no one explained these things to me).

I knew then I had disappointment the penile Organ wielding species. What do you expect from a guy that eats mostly beans and plantain. I was too dull to read the hand writing on the wall that she was giving me green light all along.

That was how I lost her.