There was this mysterious girl I knew and met in my final year on Campus. ‘Knew‘ is asexual. And ‘Met’ means everything I knew was from far. It was curiosity, sheer curiosity that got me involved. Nothing spectacular.
I’m a social scientist. And being a keen observer of changes, patterns and trends in my environment, I’d notice that between the hours of 11pm and 1 am, I’d always spot this girl at this same ‘notorious’ spot night after night.
This was that time when after a night ‘well spent’, I’d most likely be walking a babe back to her hostel, or just taking a lazy lovers’ stroll , or heading out to some dark spot for a quickie, a one-night stand, probably a stone throw away from a Suya stand, in the black of the night. The black night that makes Suya suya.
My route would almost always involve me walking past the school’s Prayer ground. A large expanse of space adjacent to the chapel, bequeathed to fellowships, to make all the hell of noise they could cook, for as long as they could, at any hour of the day, all day, all year long. Without worsening the already feeble sanity, of the rest of us sinners.
Now there were usually a lot of folks on the ground at night. Binding and casting, singing, scheming, holy gossiping, communing in the dark. Talk of the uncountable group meetings, and individuals taking up different postures, creating their own chaotic corners, out of an otherwise quiet cornerless field.
Now, this mysterious girl had this particular spot, a little chaotic corner of her own, close by the main road, the road I walk each night with my babe, the babe for the night. In the path I trod.
The girl didn’t look the least religious, like the many faithful on the field. But, verily verily, she was always there, faithfully night after night. Maybe the proximity to the road got me. Or perhaps the characteristic manner she prayed. Moaning, groaning, and howling, rooted to that same spot, for an hour or two. So that on my babeless return trip, she’d still be there.
For weeks I would see her, mark her attendance in my mind, and just waka pass. She was to me no more than the dark kneeling silhouette, ever moaning, groaning, and howling.
Overtime, I got me interested in the identity of this strange persona. Asked the babe I was with that night. She knew her. Mystery girl was in Economics, in 200 level. My faculty. The girl with no friends, hardly ever talks. She doesn’t do fellowship either. My babe couldn’t give a name. I pressed no more. That sufficed. Caught a glimpse of her face that night. We had obviously met a number of times on the faculty grounds, and either or both of us have just stared, and then unlooked.
My guys and I went clubbing that Friday night. TGIF. We decided to try out something different. We checked out a strippers’ club.
We had shots of drinks with barbecue. We were merry. The girls with us kept our hands full, while the strippers on the pole made us busily focused.
My eyes caught a familiar face on the pole. The girl. This girl. The mysterious one. The dark kneeling silhouette. She saw me too, looked away and continued her act, unperturbed.
Moments later, she was doing my friend dirty- some body show, a lap dance, blue balls. In that order. He was essentially finished.
And then, I saw her no more. She disappeared. She was gone. Into the black night. Probably for a quickie, a one-night stand, a stone throw away from a Suya stand, in the black of the night. The black night that makes Suya suya…
(to be continued)