painful pleasure ,a story by kahab

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The Painful Pleasure
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Episode 14
So many other first timers stood up, we
were celebrated,
and we were asked to follow a guy who
gave us a form to fill.
The form has a part asking whether or not
we would like to
Join the church, if we would like to Join the
work force, and
what unit we would like to Join. Mayowa
filled No/Nil all
through, he never liked church anyways. I
filled yes all
through, and I answered that I wanted to
join the choir. The
girl did the same, so I was forced to talk to
her. “You sing
pretty well.” I said to her. She looked at me,
trying to be sure
that I was talking to her. “You mean me?”
She asked. “Yes,
you.” I answered.
Mayowa was already getting angry with the
whole situation,
because he doesn’t like ‘church-girls’, so he
didn’t really like
the fact that I was talking to her. Since he
filled ‘No’, that he
didn’t want to join the church, he didn’t
have to wait for any
extra meeting. He told me he was going
already, then I said
bye to him. So the girl answered me. “that I
chose to join the
choir, doesn’t mean I can sing. Wait! Were
you peeping into
my form? I denied briskly. ” No, it was when
you were
singing beside me that I heard your voice,
and discovered
that you sing so well.” She looked at me
suprisingly and said
“during that awesome worship, you were
noticing someone’s
voice?” I answered immediately. “No, it’s not
like that, I’m
just so sensitive to sound”. . .
We continued the conversation. . .
Me: So what part do you take exactly?
The girl: I take all parts, but I mainly take
alto
Me: Wow that’s just like me, but the
difference is that I’m
more comfortable taking tenor.
The girl: That’s really great. I’m Aramide,
what’s your name?
Me: Please pardon my manners, I’m Dapo.
It’s really nice
meeting you.
Aramide: The pleasure is all mine. You are in
what
department?
Me: MCB, what about you?
Aramide: English Language. . .
We were going to continue the conversation,
but some guys
came to address us, to tell us about
becoming a member, a
‘worker’ and other things like that.
Immediately after the meeting, we prayed,
and when I
opened my eyes, I didn’t see Aramide. Where
she went, I
didn’t know. I just took my bible, and
started going to my
hostel. Right there and then, I knew I had
fallen in love.
Aramide is so beautiful, she speaks softly.
She isn’t like
Sandra who talks like a parrot. She’s God
fearing, and she is
nice too. I knew it was too early to
conclude, but that was my
conclusion.
I took a bus and headed straight to my
hostel, since I was
going to start lectures the following day.
Now I have Sandra, my lousy, saucy friend,
Moji my FDF,
then Aramide whom I really love.
What next? Find out in EPISODE 15

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