There is a sudden spin of whirlwind around the community as the tall grasses were yielded to their soothing swift sleep by the frightening sound of this wind. The force becomes very edible as it travels all over when the cloud covers the sky like a thick blanket over a child dead to the world. Everyone hurries to grab their footings in their abode before the dreadful downpour.
I find myself struggling with my bag and the stuff I just bought in a poly-bag with great discomfort. I dash down to my apartment. Thank God it is near. I wonder what will be the lot of those that have to run miles away. The rain starts to drizzle and I have to make my bag a head-cover. I can feel something dropping off as I turn my bag to an umbrella but I can only ignore so that I will not have to be baptized. It could be my pen and I can always buy another. I eventually jump into my cubicle at the BQ. My room is so small that my friends often wonder how I cope in it. They sometimes referred to it as the Lion’s Den and I often responded that it is the Den of the Lion of Judah. We will laugh over it before plunging into some interesting games. I am a passionate lover of God and His Word. I deliberately rented a small room to myself in school to avoid too many visitations. I just need my time with God and my Academics. The walls of my room are decorated with inscriptions of God’s Word. I daily remind myself of who I am in Christ and my purpose in school.
Putting off my shoes, I throw my bag with great force and I watch it clinch in its usual corner. I drop the poly-bag and try to gasp for breath. It’s been a while I involved myself in such exercise; a sudden one at that. I am still in the process of opening up some buttons in my shirt when she busts in knocking. “What’s the point knocking when you are already in?” my eyes communicate in shock and irritation. I am very surprised seeing her. I have never had any female friend visiting me in this “den”.
“So, this is your place?” she asks feeding her eyes with the emptiness of the room, except for my reading table and chair and my lonely mattress laying on the carpeted floor and resting on the wall for solace.
“Bright, who showed you my house? How did you get here?” I am not sure of the question to ask her first. She is now breathing heavily. She must have carried out the same exercise I just did. She stretches her right hand towards me and I can see something dangling through her palm. “What’s this?”
“Your I.D card dropped as you ran off. So, I had to run after you.”
My eyes widen. “So, it was my I.D card that fell the other time?” I ask myself and force little splashes of smile at her face. “Ah! Thank you” I eventually utter, thinking I should not have said “ah”. It sounded awkward and late. “You should be on your way home now” I stammer as I receive my I.D card gratefully.
“Sure. Have a wonderful night.” Bright turns instantly and opens the door. As she tries stepping out, some sounds decide to visit the earth from the sky; whi whi whi whi whi whi whi whi whi... It is a very heavy rain. She turns back discouraged. I turn my face away, knowing too well what that means. For God’s sake, I live in a small room; I mean a “den”. “The rain is now so heavy. I have to wait till it stops.” She speaks at last. I transited from staring at my window to staring at her helplessly. I start feeling uncomfortable but what can I do???.............
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