Decades: Chunks of Time

THIRTEEN YEARS AGO "Why wont you talk to him?" Bo asked me with frustration written on her face. She didn't couldnt understand. I liked this guy so I could not possibly talk in his presence. "Ok," Bo said, as we got nearer to his class. "Bring the note and the Milo I'll give him for you, but this is the last time." But of course it wasn't the last. ------ "The holidays are here," whispered Bo on the assembly. She had left her JSS 1j line and come to join me in my JSS1c ,ine so we could chat during the assembly. "I cant wait to go home," I whispered back. "I'll miss you," she whispered. "I'll miss you even more." I replied. "My mum is coming to pick me this time." "Great," replied Bo. "I can meet her finally. Just make sure we see before you go, so I can give you my address." "I dont know anywhere in Lagos" I replied. "Don't worry," Bo soothed w...

Well, I didn’t go to camp to get hitched, as I already am, so I was out to make some friends, and hopefully tie some people together (Miss Cupid, as always). I made some new friends, and moved with the old. A particular guy felt that the fact that I “claimed” to be engaged, did not deter him from making his advances. I even went as far as facing him outrightly and telling him that there was no way I could consider him as a date: he’s NOT my type (notice the emphasis). He was not listening to me though. There was this scene at the kitchen that I didn’t find funny. Okay, the Camp Director had requested for a financial report of each platoon’s expenditure so far, and a budget of the future expenses. I prepared the report, and told him to tell the committee heads to prepare their budgets so the final one would be a compilation of all the others. But he wanted me to do everything – I put my foot down. I refused, then our platoon was helping out in the kitchen and he starts saying stuff like...