Recuperating...

The day had been a rather very tedious one, that you could imagine how happy I was to see dusk. I hated Thursdays not mainly because of the end of week tiredness, but the double periods of practicals practically sucked life out of me. As I and my group members trotted out of the lab, the excitement that greeted the arrivals into the lab had waned into tired faces and legs, eager to get back to the hostels to refresh and rest before the various night activities on campus would start.

I glanced at my wrist watch and winced. I would definitely be missing the evening mass. I can't imagine myself walking any faster than I was, neither was I going to rush my food in the restaurant. "If the Lord would not understand ", I thought to myself, "then I am sorry". I excused myself from my friends who were engrossed in their chitchat and made for the restaurant. At least, that would be a very nice starting point in this journey of recuperation.

I placed my order and was served. It was my favorite; two wraps of fufu popularly called santa and egusi soup, with beef of course and a chilled bottle of fayrouz. I had always wondered why and how egusi soup became the mainstay in campus restaurants. You hardly see students order for other types of soup. I could only say for myself, how I came to favour egusi soup over my long time favorite, oha soup. It was in my first year. I ate a plate of fufu and oha soup, in which the oha leaves were as big and thick as pumpkin leaves. Two days after the meal, I was still passing greenish stool. As a result, I vowed never to eat oha soup again, unless prepared in my mother's kitchen.

Mid way through my meal, I saw this pretty lady walk in. Though she wore this tired look on her face and a general mien that portrayed stress, it wasn't enough to hide her beauty and properly accentuated shape. One glance and I could tell she was a fresher, not just because of the registration files she was clutching, but her gait was lacking in confidence, typical of freshers. She also placed her order and sat down to her meal; opposite me. I smiled!

I wanted to make a move, but I cautioned myself. I wasn't afraid she was going to say no, she couldn't have been that difficult, I was only keeping to the vow I made after my last breakup.

"Stop breaking people's hearts. Sort yourself out and you will find love"

I picked my lab manuals, and left the restaurant.