Memoirs of A Meandering Mind...

I guess I looked really fresh cos I was feeling really good with myself, this time I had original denims on...hehehe. It was time for CLASFON service. I got to school and went straight to the venue which is our faculty.

The audience was kinda small at first then it grew larger, no thanks to the African timers. I was given a tablet with a pink casing to cover the event so I was the official makeshift cameraman...but pink? Seriously? Comon… i did myself the favor of removing the pink casing before lifting the tab up, I won't be caught dead with or in anything pink.

And so I began coverage, not moving an inch from my seat, if you weren’t within my view… your funeral, I couldn't be bordered about getting up.

Programs went by, the dance group came and they were super cool, one of my friends who was dancing was just twisting and whining her waist like a Calabar girl, I was held spellbound. if you date a girl like her, i dont think you guys will ever have issues, how do i mean? all she needs to do is start dancing, throwing little twist and whines around during the dance while you're in full view and the quarreling will be gone with the wind, because you would have apologized on your kneels without you even knowing...you have being h(i)pnotized. The drama presentation was off the hinges, it was off the hook, in fact its T.V worthy, it was unexpectedly beautiful...short, concise and full of meaning. I could have described the piece presented in more dramatic detail but I can't, sorry, maybe later in another article, but not now, too lazy to. Moving on.

While I was busy enjoying the event, I heard the M.C say:

'Time for special numbers, from Mark and Samuel'

I ignored cos I didn’t believe they just called my name out for special numbers, what! Well pardon me, I was brought up in a local church where special number means a solo or a duet, I never knew special number meant any presentation that wasn’t the regular or expected one. So when they called me out for special number, I stayed back till I heard my name thrice, then I got up and sauntered to the podium, and from the look on the faces of the guest especially the ones who knew me, I could see they were very surprised and patiently waiting to hear me sing or humiliate myself. I held the mic and began:

'good morning everyone, I’m sure y'all are thinking I’m gonna sing, but no I’m not, and I’m not gonna dance or preach either, so what I’m I here for? Why I’m I holding this mic?

Somebody in crowd said comedy and I said no and from thence I began. It was a talk and my talk was simply about diversity and human relation. The ability to build social skills while in school because you have the opportunity of meeting different people here which is similar to what you’ll encounter in the real world. I'm not giving a speech so I’ll stop here, I’ll put up the video as soon as I’m able to help it shed some fat.

The service went well, especially the 100L choir, they were awesome, the 'awesome' emphasized. And for those that don't know, CLASFON means Christian Law Students Fellowship Of Nigeria.

So I hung around with a few friends after service, helped one really pretty one get rid of the egg white in her pastry…damn sheee fineeee, and y’all better belee that. I hope she’s crushes on me though; it’ll make things easier cos I kinda…ermmm…never mind…scratch that…lol , Moving on. I kept getting compliments about my really cool shirt so I decided to stroll in and out to show it off a little more. I can swear some girls in a corner were gossiping about me because they kept whispering and stealing glances at me...Hmmm, well I don’t care what they were talking about. Did what I had to do and bounced out with my home boy who happened to be the preacher for that day.

I got home, chilled and guess who showed up? ‘The girl’ (For the sake of secrecy I’ll call her ‘the girl’). Ok a brief history of ‘the girl’. ‘The girl’ is a very beautiful girl, distinctively crazy just the way I like with a sense of humor that’s way off top. We met sometime last semester, and that was it, we became friends. We are similar in so many ways; her sense of humor, smart and above all her choice of music, she loves Regina Spektor too and it means a lot to me that she does, maybe it’s because Regina is crazy too, get any of her songs and you’ll understand.
The crush I have on her, ‘the girl’ is so huge sometimes I walk with a limp cos of its weight (punch line). Ok, so ‘the girl’ came over and we had so much fun, innocent fun since we’re just friends so get your minds outta the gutter, grazie.

I walked her home, came back and treated myself to a bowl of pounded yam and ogbono soup (yummy). Took a quick shower, jumped into bed and pressed my phone till fade. I guess I had a wonderful day. HAPPY NEW MONTH.

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