Hello People! I’m guessing some of you are confused or wondering what exactly the title of this post entails. Lemme jump into today’s thing so you don’t get bored too fast.
I think I’m in trouble. Not expulsion or disciplinary or school kind of trouble. Not trouble that can get me beat up or trouble that can get me in jail. I’m talking Big Trouble. Serious Scary trouble.
As some of us used to do back in the day when we still used to write essays and papers in English class, I’ll start by breaking down, or better still, clarifying, or shedding some light on some things so it’ll be easy for you guys to flow with me.
See, I’m in Covenant University. Yeah, THE Covenant University. That school with rules and rules and rules. That school most of you have heard all sorts about. Yes, that school. I’m not going to be disclosing details regarding what happens here so don’t get too excited. Ask your friends, if you have any here. They’ll gladly tell you. Anyway, Cafeteria 1 is clearly a cafeteria. A place where you buy food and stuff. It doesn’t take a genius to know that. It’ll be difficult for you guys to understand how the place is so I made a beautiful sketch of how Cafe 1 is.
Well, what you’re looking at above is a perfect layout of Cafe 1. I should apologize in advance cos you’ll be doing some scrolling because I’ll be making many references to the picture. I’ll try to make this as brief as possible cos most of you night have plans for Valentine bants. With that said, my story begins here.
Some weeks back, probably two weeks ago, a friend and I decided to go to Cafe 1 to get food. We had a really stressful day so men were hungry. Cafe 1 wasn’t too crowded that afternoon. Rather unusual but not so much, considering the time of the day. Anyway, I wasn’t in the mood for the cliche rice and whatever so I decided to eat Bre-wa. In simpler terms, that’s Bread and Ewa (Beans). After buying my Bre-wa, I waited for my friend, my homie, my guy to buy his own food. I didn’t have to wait so long though.
Just when we were about leaving, one of our course-mates called us from across the hall and told us to wait for him. Being really nice, considerate and good friends, we found a free table and sat. There was nothing to talk about so we just sat. Few seconds into sitting, my friend began to giggle. Being human, I asked him what was funny and he pointed to a poster.( Now this is the part where y’all are gonna be scrolling) The table we were sitting at happened to be on the right side of Cafe 1. That brown rectangle in the picture. My friend was pointing to a section in Cafe 1 where they sell drinks, that’s the place I labelled ‘homeboy’s zone’. (You see the picture yeah, I’m the yellow dot and my friend is the blue dot). I looked where his finger pointed to but I didn’t see anything. A minute passed and I still didn’t know what he was pointing it.
When he saw that my case was hopeless, he began to laugh. I unconsciously began to laugh with him. While laughing, I continued to search for the initial source of the joke. A couple more glances and then shit got real. (Go back to the picture again) Turns out my friend was pointing to a poster, that’s the black dot in the picture. I finally saw it and began to smile. It had something funny on it which, unfortunately I can’t remember. (Go back to the picture again :)) You see that red dot, that dot is the trouble I’m talking about. That red dot is a guy. A big, strong, scary guy. He’s the guy that sells the drinks on the right side of Cafe 1. There’s another part of Cafe 1 where drinks are sold but this red dot is in charge of this chapter or section.
The whole time I was looking, smiling and laughing as I searched for the poster, Mr. Red Dot was staring at me. The way the poster was positioned, it looked like I was staring at him while smiling and laughing. It was then I remembered we hadn’t bought drinks. And so, myself and my friend went over to Mr. Red Dot and asked for Fanta.
Now, I AM NOT JOKING AND I DID NOT MAKE THIS UP, This guy began to hit on me. My face is straight as hell right now cos I’m dead serious. He was flirting with me. Smiling and staring into my eyes and stuff. I thought it was a joke so I simply laughed it off, paid for the drinks and left. My friend and I didn’t speak of the moment.
Two days later, both of us went to Cafe 1 to get food, obviously. Not Bre-wa this time. We bought Eba. As always, we went over to the right side of Cafe to get drinks. When we got there, Mr. Red Dot was there. Homeboy began to smile at me. He said Hi and I stood, confused cos I wasn’t sure how he knew me. He kept staring at me as he brought the drinks we ordered, as he gave us and as we left. I kept looking back as I walked out of Cafe 1 to see if he looked away but he didn’t. His eyes followed me until I was out of sight. Again, we didn’t speak of it.
Another night, I went to Cafe 1 but with a different person and the same thing happened. Everything changed at that moment. I became scared. I didn’t need a prophet to tell me that this guy either wanted a relationship with me or he wanted to rape me. There was and is no argument, that guy is a faggot.
A week passed and I forgot about the whole thing. I decided to go to Cafe 1 to get a drink after a long, stressful day. I was alone this time. I got to the same place, the right side of Cafe, Mr. Red Dot’s zone, his arena, his side, his area, his abode, his whatever. AGAIN, I AM NOT JOKING, THIS GUY BEGAN TO LICK HIS LIPS AS I GOT CLOSER TO THE COUNTER. I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING BUT THIS GUY DID NOT STOP. AS A BIG BOY, I DECIDED TO RISK MY BUM-BUM VIRGINITY AND SO I WENT ALL THE WAY TO THE COUNTER AND ASKED FOR A DRINK. BABA DIDN’T WASTE TIME SURPRISINGLY. HE BROUGHT MY FIVE ALIVE OUT QUITE FAST. I WAS ABOUT COLLECTING IT WHEN OUT OF NOWHERE, HE GRABBED MY ARM. I WANTED TO DIE. I WAS SCARED TO DEATH. I COULD SEE THE EVIL IN HIS EYES. I HAD HEARD OF BOYS THAT GOT RAPED AND THEY SAY IT’S NOT A FUNNY THING. BEFORE HE COULD SAY ANYTHING, I THREW THE MONEY FOR THE DRINK AT HIM, STRUGGLED OUT OF HIS GRIP AND RAN OUT OF CAFE 1.
When I got to my room, I got on my bed and began to cry. I’m too young. I don’t want to be raped. Now I’m scared to visit the right side of Cafe 1. I don’t want to be violently raped, by a very big guy for that matter. What should I do? Today’s Valentine’s day and I’m sure homeboy will be horny. I’m supposed to be in Cafe 1 tonight but I’m scared Mr. Red Dot will capture me and rape me in one dark corner. I’m not even that big compared to him so I won’t be able to struggle out of his grip. Now you see why I said I CAN never, not WILL, never be able to get a drink on the right side of Cafeteria 1.
That’s all for today people. Please gimme your advice on what to do about this horny faggot. I get that my face is too attractive but not to men na, not to men.
You guys can go back to enjoying your Val’s day. My Val is too far away. So I’ll just be here, in my room, FM the whole night away. Cafe 1 is not safe.
I know I said this was going to be brief but you can see how important this issue is so pardon me.
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