The Life of a Paul University Guy

The Life Of A Paul University Guy
by Yhugee Dave Dike
#Continuation
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Episode 4
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I entered the room and met Samuel rounding up his own devotion. I went straight to the
back verandah to spread my towel on
the rope, and just when I was about spreading
the clothe I washed was when one person whose head was not correct that mornining rinsed his
mouth he was brushing from upstairs and poured it
downstairs from his own back verandah, I was
about shout " Your Fa......" when I
remembered I had already prayed that morning, so it was still too early to start insulting, I
just shouted "who be that?" Immediately I
didnt see anybody brushing any teeth again.
Till now I still dont know who that person was. Anyways I just cleaned the stain from my
body and from my clothe and went back
into the room. It was already 19 minutes to
8.
I hurriedly rubbed my cream, wore my clothe and carried my bag which I had
already packed the books the previous night
for the lectures of the following day. I
couldnt even dress my bed, who cares sef.
I wore my killer perfume and headed straight for the door, that was when
Richard was returning from the bathroom
with his body fully wet even while he was carrying a towel.
"Guy you don dey go class?" he asked me
tring to clean his body
"na question be dhat, as I wear my white
and black where yhu think sey I dey go" I
replied
"Oboy shift jhor make I go dress" he said
rushing to his wardrobe.
I came out of my room ..............