Titilayo! Titi!!, why isn’t she answering? Was that not the name she gave me? Ebuka affirmed himself probably she isn’t in a good mood today, after all we both had wonderful gist yesterday.
It’s been three months since Ebuka became a serving corp member of Akinle. Knowing his way around the Yoruba village-city he was posted to is another missionary expedition. A village-city in the sense that, as capital of the state it looks completely like a village, old houses everywhere, old mentality, goats flocking every corner of the streets with their unending bleating even at night.
Every minute of the day, he thinks of how he would write down the seemingly unending drama happening around him, the way the people talk, how they greet their elders, the over-pepperish food and the love the girls here show to him as a corper as though he were a god.
Titilayo happens to be different, she is tall, elegant, brilliant than her peers, with the way she exhumes confidence. All these qualities made Ebuka want to know her as against his decision to steer off every girl that comes his way throughout his course of service.
He wasn’t ready to share his title allawee, he planned to be more careful as he already heard even from the folks around, he too knew that the decision he made before coming to Akinle would be impossible as he was longing to know her more.
He sees her around the school premises, what does she do? He wondered if she were one of those new student teachers posted to his schools. It’s been two weeks now since Titi came in to St. Marks.
For those weeks, Ebuka made plans, drew sketches, mapped out paths, constructed algorithms of what he was to say and how he was going to say it. He sees her virtually every minute of the day, first in his head, should I approach her now? He often asks himself or it be best to just close my eyes to the beauty standing before him.
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