The perils of boredom (Diary Excerpts 30/05/2013)

The day went by in a dull shade of grey, I was so bored I kept drawing and making paper planes from the CLASFON handbills that were shared the previous day, while at the same time staring at those flirting, those frolicking and those who I still can't believe are in the same class as me.

When that couldn't alleviate my boredom, I decided to take a walk and probably converse with two of my friends.

I eventually took up the herculean task of getting off my chair and going to seek my friends out. I walked down, and turned left, heading to the corner they told me over the phone they were. In my really lazy trudge, eyes slant, my shoes shuffling and my shoulders dropped, I swung my head to the right just in time to catch a glimpse of what was happening down stair.

At that precise moment I saw a little child tumble into the drainage beside his mom's shop and lie flat in it. The whole scene felt like something from “the matrix”, my current condition of laziness made me see the occurrence in slow motion. I saw the child's head go in head first, which transforms into a roll and then a thud; his butt slamming the concrete of the drainage, he lay down flat on his back in there, paused for about three seconds probably to anticipate the decibels he was gonna get to, then he let it out, a long shrieking sound that sent shock-waves through my already shaken body, the hair on my skin stood and I looked on while playing the accident that just happened in my head. It felt like a movie; the boy's fall in slow motion while the shrieking sound he made was the sound track (too much Quentin Tarantino movies). Then I realized I had stopped to stare, eyes dilated and mouth open, I decided to shut my mandibles and continue on my quest because at this point the boy's mom had swiftly pulled him out, with the kind of agility only Flash could have, checked him for bruises while women around tried to appease the child who was determined to stretch his vocal cavity till taut.

'Osenobua' 'dooh' 'sorry' where the sounds that tried to create a symphony with the cry of the child, it was a terrible symphony.

I moved on and joined my friends, shoulders square and eyes now open, but deep within me I enjoyed the little reality show I just watched. We chatted and resorted to taking pictures when it was the turn of one of my friends to take the picture of the other one his countenance changed, he lightened up and I’m sure he fumbled with the snap button of the iphone he was holding, we weren’t sure what the cause of his current unstable condition was so we decided to look at the direction he was staring at and there she was, in her immaculate white shirt and black skirt, walking towards us. 

It was like an angel had decided to bless us with her presence; I almost thought I could see a halo above her head while she floated instead of walk towards us. Its felt like the sun was trapped in her head for it was bright and her eyes glistened then she smiled and turned left into a lecturer office and our hearts sunk, not cos of the hypnotic air she carried but because she went into a lecturers office instead of coming to us, damn! She was my friend's crush, he was clearly spellbound, a crush that'll crush him to death if the girl keeps appearing like that, a crush he has never spoken to and has  no intentions to, I couldn't make out what he said because I was caught up in the rapture too. When she went into the office, I took up the responsibility of taunting my friend about his ‘undying dead’ crush for a girl he'll never have, at least not right now.

He knew I wasn’t gonna stop so he pushed me downstairs to grab lunch because hunger happened to be atop my list at that point in time. I ate something I’d rather not disclose due to the base nature of it and we left. Went back and forth and then eventually left for home. On our way home we saw my crush, or rightly put, my ex-crush, cos i think I’ve gotten over her. I hollerd and walked past. 

When we got close to the halls of residence we were accosted by a terrible stench, stench so strong I thought were gonna mutate, maybe become FARTastic 3 and one of us preferably the fair one would be able to turn into gas, fart to be precise and poison the enemies air… stinkingly cool right ? . This led us into a discussion I would also rather not disclose, because the details of it are too sordid for me to think of let alone type, but for the sake of ending this excerpt properly I’d say we were talking about 'shot-put' and the female halls of residence, the rest is for me to know and for you to find out so go figure...disgusting...hehehe

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