My name is Isaac Oluwapamilerin Daniella. Everybody calls me Pamilerin except my Dad, who only calls me Daniella.
The first daughter of a family of three kids(two girls and a boy) My Parents are civil servants.
I’m intelligent, emotional,beautiful, tall, size 8, dark skin. I can classify myself as a good girl because I was raised well by my Parents. I’m not an introvert and I’m not an extrovert either. Let me just say I’m in between.
Tunde and I are level mates, same department. We’ve been very good friends since 100 level. He’s the best student in class with the highest CGPA followed by me, making us the best two students in class. By the time we got to 200 level, I realized he had feelings for me.
Truth be told I have feelings for him too. The eye contact we exchange in class, especially during practicals when we are grouped together and all that but we shy away from it.
What attracted me to him was the fact that he was brilliant, tall and handsome. I love brilliant guys. And all my male friends back home are brilliant as well.
One fateful day, he told me after class that he’d like to discuss something with me. I was scared because I knew what he wanted to say.
He held my hands, “Pamilerin, I like you, I know we are friends and all but I want us to take this friendship to another level.”
“Another level! I don’t get you” I pretended as if I didn’t understand what he was saying.
“I know you know what I mean, but if you want me to say it out loud I will”
“So say it out loud”
“I want you to be my girl, I really like you”
“I like you too but I don’t like the idea of dating my class mate. We see each other every day” I explained.
“That shouldn’t be a barrier, or what do you think”
“I’ll think about it”
“Please do, I hope I’ll get a positive reply?”
I just smiled at him. Tunde finally let it out, and professed his love for me.
“See you tomorrow Tunde” I said and walked away.
I came back from school and met commotion at my lodge.
“What’s going on here” I asked one of my lodge mates.
“It’s Bolu’s parent o, they came to pack her things”
“Why is that?”
“You won’t believe it, she had been rusticated since 100L and she never told her parent about it”
“That’s not possible, she do go for classes, in fact I’ve met her in lecture theaters severally and even during exams we go for night classes together”
“She’s just acting o, she’s no more a student of this school”
“Pamilerin, so you don’t know all this while, I have known since” Another girl in my lodge joined the conversation.
“Really, I never noticed, because most times we even go to school together in the morning”
“Her parents thought she was in final year o, and she’s been collecting school fees from them o.
“Na only school fees pain you, she even collected #200,000 for project.
“Jesus! That is so unfair to her parents nau”
“Thank God for the good Samaritan that revealed the truth to them”
“She even denied it, not until her parent went to her so called department and discovered the whole truth”
“This is so sad, she made a big mistake, she should have opened up to them or better still use all the money she’s been collecting to get a Jamb form and try again.
“She wrote Jamb twice after she was rusticated, but she was denied admission”
“It’s not compulsory she stays in this school, she should have opted for another university”
“If she change university the truth go come out na, you know the thing weh pain me pass?”
“What is it?” I asked
“She’s the only child o, and she’s making her parent suffer and waste money like this”
“Eh ya, but its not too late, she can still start all over again, I believe she has learnt her lesson”
“If na my papa o, no school for you again o. He don finish for you be that”
“That won’t help her, I believe she can still start all over again, everyone deserves a second chance” I said
Bolu’s parents were through packing her things with the help of some guys. They all entered into the car. Bolu was sitting at the back seat. I walked up to her and held her hand. While her Dad was still doing one or two things in the car. I seized the opportunity to have a word with her.
“Bolu you don’t have to cry, tears won’t repair all the damages. Just make sure you don’t give up on your self”
“Thank you Pamilerin” she sniffed.
“You can start afresh, you can be whatever you want to be. All you need is determination”
“Thank you my daughter” her mummy said to me.
“Its nothing ma, please ma, don’t give up on her. I know how you feel right now, but its not the end of the road for her”
“Thank you dear” she said
“Thank you, thanks for the advice, I’ll try my best” Bolu’s.. Dad said
“You are welcome sir, I pray you and mummy will reap the fruit of your labor”
“Amen” they chorused.
I faced Bolu, it’s not a crime to fall, but the most important thing is to rise again. May God be with you”
“Amen” she nodded, crying out loud.
“I will give you a call” I said
“Safe journey” I said and waved at them as the car took off.
I went straight to my room and crashed on my bed, I was tired and famished at the same time.
I thought about Bolu’s case again, I really felt sorry for her parents.