T.D.B

 

“That coffee did not work.” You suddenly heard someone say behind you. You tried to reposition yourself and keep yourself in check for a moment. You finally realized that you had been sleeping for the past few minutes.

“Sorry for disturbing. I saw you from that corner…” he said, pointing at some enclosed place which you weren’t much interested in discovering. “…you dozed off and I guess you never knew your phone fell to the ground… you were likely to fall too.” He said, in between chuckles.

You started having mixed feelings of shame and anger. Anger for his untamed guts and shame for letting him see you in such a bad sleepy state. With your ball point pen swimming in your cup of coffee (which students claimed help scare sleep away) and your spoon in between your statistics text book. Things were getting out of hand now. How did this happen? You asked yourself. You sat, speechless, admiring this annoyingly cute fellow for what seemed like a year.

That was in the Wisdom Hall, a reading hall owned by the St. Peter’s Catholic Church on campus. You could bet it was truly a seat of wisdom as some first class graduates had read in that same place. Probably, that was your driving force. This cute dude was definitely, one of those that have come to seek wisdom in the popular “TDB (Till Day Break) class. “Thanks so much.” You said sharply, now ignoring his eyes and picking up your shattered phone; of course, it was nonetheless still as bad as it was before you stepped out of your hostel that night.

“It’s ok. I’m Elvis, and you are..?” he asked smiling mischievously at you as though he had won a lottery.

“I’m Ifeka. Do you usually read here?”

“Yes, most times. What about you?” he asked, still smiling.

“Not all the time, I’m not really a night reader, I just have to read up the outline for this course, as exams are fast approaching.” You said, placing your right palm on the huge statistics text book to indicate what course you were referring to.

“It is good, but do not always wait until the exam time table is pasted before studying. This taught me a lesson in my first year…” he said.

That conversation lingered, that sleep was suspended and surprisingly, a new love was founded…