"In the absence of further questions, we call it a day" professor spiff spoke with a deep baritone voice, with that, samantha quickly dashed out of the new chemistry auditorium swaying her hips vigorously, one would fear the moulds of flesh on her behind might fall off but no they won't. She increased her pace which gave way for more violent hips swaying, she couldn't care less, the worms in her stomach had organised an ad-hoc committee to pass a vote of no confidence on her intestines, she had to get home as quickly as possible.


Samantha quickly entered the lengthy hall way sandwiched between geology and chemistry departments, just then she heard a voice behind her

"You know, you should be arrested for looking this devastatingly and ravishingly beautiful" a tall dark dude clad in a cream colored starched shirt, black pants and black shoes spoke while beaming with smiles.

Samantha was in no mood for this, she was in a hurry, she had some trekking to do, but here was this dude threatening to arrest her for looking beautiful. Ordinarily she would have ignored his likes and continue her journey, but then she was fascinated by this new line, this was different and absolutely uncommon.

"So it's now a crime to be beautiful?"

She quizzed and continued moving without looking at the guy, she won't fall for this, not even in the guys dream.

"Well i'm pretty sure that all the girls in your home town are probably ugly cos the raw material for beautifying humans were emptied on you, it's beauty fraud and injustice" the guy spoke while trying to match up her pace

"Ummm i'll take that as a compliment, but you see i'm in a hurry here and you're kinda damping my pace so i'd appreciate if you'll just channel your wooing lines and resources to some other girl who'll be receptive enough to adsorb them and make you gloat, i'm sure there's more where all this is coming from" samantha said with every fibre of seriousness.

"Wow, that hurts, but i can at least get a name for insurance purposes?" The guy said rhetorically and resigned with a tinge of frustration visibly evident on his face.

"Oh so it has now gotten to insurance? Look i'm not giving you any name and would you stop following me?" Samantha said almost screaming as she came to an abrupt halt, just then she sized up the dude rapidly from toe to head, oh her damn!! the guy was cute, pink lips, sharp jaw lines, hazel eyes, well built, everything about him screams about the raw essence of masculinity, what a fine specimen, but hell no, guys in unical are demons, she was done with them.

"I'm sorry, couldn't help it, by the way there's something in your hair" the guy spoke like a kid making a post-spanking plea.
awe and curiosity met in samantha's face
"Really? and what's that? She spoke with a more aroused curiosity

"Don't worry let me help you out" the guy spoke, and without waiting for a "go ahead order" he set to work immediately, since he towered above her to a great degree he had no issues picking out the tiny pieces of papers stuck in her well braided hair, in less than 6seconds he was done.

"Here you go" he brought forth his hands, showing her bits of white papers found in her hair.

"How the hell did they even get there?" She found herself asking, but before the guy could voice out she quiclky spoke

"Well thanks, i'm samantha, i guess i can now leave in peace?" She asked with brows raised.

"of course ma'am, absolutely, do have a nice day" the guy spoke with a more relaxed facial expression.

"Great" samantha said and resumed walking.

She swore this time never to answer anyone, even if a rat is drilling a hole in her head. She got home quicky, thanks to having a house just by the school's fence, luck was on her side anita her roomie had just prepared jollof rice and plantain, finished eating and was sleeping helplessly on the floor, why Anita preferred sleeping on the floor as against the soft 32inch mattress was what she was yet to understand. She hurriedly went into the small kitchen of their self con apartment, scooped some rice into a plate and began eating, after she was done she placed them on the sink to be washed later. Returning from the kitchen she joined anita to sleep, but on the mattress, she would never sleep on the floor.

Few hours later both girls were awake, samantha spoke first

"You are sure, you didn't add a sleep inducer to this food?"

"Not only sleep inducer, i added weed" anita spoke sarcastically while taking out a piece of paper from samantha's hair.


"What's a piece of paper doing in your hair? So you cheat even in tests?" Anita spoke while yawning

"Piece of paper again? Thought this guy removed them, i wrote no test today, even i did i can't cheat" samantha said with a frantic and confused look.

"Well it's your business, i just know a guy must be involved, so what's his name?" Anita said teasingly
Samantha ignored the question and stared at the piece of paper for while, gradually with all the care in the world and like someone scared if the paper is a bomb she opened it and read


"Hi, my name is spiff, it would be a rare priveledge and honour to be friends with you, not sure of meeting you again so i dropped my digit and prayed you would call"

Damn!! This guy was hela creative, he had a to pull a "pieces-of-paper-in-the-hair stunt? Samantha was all smiles, "wow" was all she could say as the smiles spread evenly across her face

"So are you gonna call him?" Anita asked with a face of inquiry

"I .....i....really don't know, but this is just awesome, i'm enthralled" samantha said heartily, while gazing at tiny piece of paper as if it was her dream cgpa of 4.89

To be continued

[color=#770077][/color]Hmmm

Guys I need your constructive criticisms so I can retouch this story, I'm just starting, I don't have a mentor either, and I'm a scientist in the making so your collective contributions will be highly appreciated.

Okay... You started off well, just fire on.

Nice one, more ink to ur pen

Samantha was lost in thoughts as she placed one of her pillows below her head while lying down on her bed, his name is spiff? Same name with her organic chemistry professor?and to think of it, he met her while she was leaving professor spiff's class, what a coincidence. She shrugged her shoulders and shooked her head from side to side, no, she was not going to call him, calling him will pass her across as being cheap and spiff would think she was fronting initially, she wasn't fronting and hell no, she won't make the call. She gradually refrained from her sleeping posture and sat on the bed, she brought out the white paper from her purse where she kept it the previous night, she should have trashed this piece of paper, holding unto it meant a 50-50 chance of calling him, she made a mental note to discard it later. She glanced at the tiny paper and saw where he wrote about praying she would call "sorry dude, not all prayers are been answered" she spoked inwardly, with that, she placed the paper back into where it was taken, and wrapped herself inside in a warm silk duvet as she ventured into the land of dreams.


Spiff was totally drenched in his thoughts, thougts coated with fantansies, fantansies craving for fulfilment. He had just gone to check a cousin of his in geology department who for unknown reasons decided to switch off his phone and was no where to be found. Chris his cousin had intimated him of a stomach infrastructure on ground in his home, and the plan was for them to go home together and get blessed by the afang soup chris's efik girlfriend had prepared, he had a softspot for afang, it has been rumoured by his close cronies that he was willing to sell his birthright for a pot garnished afang soup, irked by a failed mission to devor his favorite soup, thanks to chris for vanishing into thin air after a futile search for him, he strolled out of geology department disappionted only to site a distance beauty at his 9'0 clock walking with charm and elegance, though a little faster in steps than she should be, it was obvious she was after something or vice versa.


One of the rules of a player he had on his finger tips was to always live ready. overtime spiff had deviced numerous strategies, read books on women, memorised premium pick-up lines on how to woo women. He was no greenhorn in this business, as a matter of fact he was a seasoned resource person and consultant on women affairs.

One of his recent skills would be put to work today, he had stashed pieces of tiny papers in his pockets he would use them in the guise of removing things from her hair and in the process fix the main paper that contained a brevity of his details.
He watched her as she approached the hallway, damn!! She was a stunner, spiff ogled her entire being in seconds.

She was of average height, round face, with a pair of enchanting electric blue eyes, a killer frame made of a tiny waist and elaborate hips, the hour glass kind that got men drooling, she was chocolate in complexion which was one of spiff's weakness, the kind of chocolate that seem to reflect light cos it was literally glittering and to further compound issues, she was dressed in a blue aqua marine lace romper dinner gown slighlty halting above her kneels, the gown with an increased grip around her hips and butts which further revealed her mesmerizing curves. Spiff's throat went dry with lust and desires as he struggled for saliva in his tongue. "Heavens!!!" He muttered as he approached his 2 minutes emergency ambushed prey.

The plan worked, though she put up a defensive approach, but the white paper approach slightly broke down the defensive walls at least to some extent because he got her name and he was hell sure that by now she would have gotten his name too. "Samantha" he growled under his breath, as he heaved a deep sigh of relief and wished their parts crossed again, putting off his deemly lit flourescence blue bulb of his cozy room, he drifted into sleep.

Ride on

EPISODE TWO


Samantha was woken up by a loud bang on her door, the sound was deafening

”oh…..heavens, who’s that? Do you want to break the door?” she yelled, as she rose up from the bed running to the door. She opened it fiercely to meet one of her mysterious neighbors clad in just his briefs.


“abeg, no vex say I bang your door, my soup don almost ready when I discover say my maggi don finish and e too early to go buy am now, most shops never open, abeg help me with your own”. The guy pleaded.
Overly irritated by his obstruction of her early dawn Saturday sleep which she treasured so much, she couldn’t utter a word, rather she strolled lazily to her kitchen to get him some magi cubes.

“thank you jor, infact eh for this lodge na you sure pass” he hailed her and quickly ran off.


Samantha sighed resignedly as she shut the door behind her to go continue her sleep,
‘neighbors and their incessant troubles’ she thought, as she climbed the bed, but the sleep was gone, the weirdo neighbor has ruined her sleep just for cubes of magi, she wondered who cooks a soup at 6am on a Saturday morning, the dude whose identity was yet unknown to her was always fond of doing things in the early hours of the morning and stay idle all day dressed in corporate outfits, one who saw him doing house chores and arranging so early would think he was a banker prepping for work only to discover he has nowhere to go, Samantha had thought of asking him his reason for preparing early like a worker and just stay at home all day, but she rebuffed the idea, wanting to mind her business.


The compound was a large one full of students and drama, most of the dramas served as comic relief to her. For instance there was a room down her block where two sisters lived in but don’t eat same food, they prepare individual meals for themselves. On one occasion they were heard quarrelling about pieces of meats, one alleged that the other stole her meat and added to her own pot of soup, while the other one opposed claiming it was she whose meat was stolen, the mai guard, an old wizened man from the east had to intervene in the matter, he took the two pots of soup claiming he was going to do a proper investigation and analysis on them. He never came back with the soups, when the irate girls went to confront him the next day, they found a new mai guard who told them his successor was sacked the previous day, and was replaced by himself, it was now obvious he played a fast one on the girls by eating his last supper with two pot of soups in dispute. Samantha had laughed her heart out.


The caretaker was not left out of the drama, he was a young man in his early thirties who looks bigger than he should be with his protruding stomach and seems to have more influence and power over the tenants than the landlord himself who was more of a calm disposition and seldom visits the compound.

The caretaker Mr Iwe was trouble personified, always getting on everyone’s nerve especially when it had to do with payment of rents and dues. He once beat up a tenant to pulp for refusing to dispose his refuse dump, claiming the guy was polluting the environment and that has made his girlfriend ill.

He’d come up with a rule that anybody who’s not in the compound by 10pm might as well sleep outside and was the first to default. He’d gone out to drink only to return at 11:30pm on the very day he passed the “sleep outside after 10pm” rule.
All his banging on the gate fell on deaf ears as the tenants had threatened to beat up the security guard if dares to move an inch, when he was obviously exhausted, banging the gate he stopped, not without threatening to quit everyone first thing in the morning. Overly enraged by their actions, he’d gone the next morning to fuse box disconnect power from every tenant but funny enough it was his own wing of the building that lacked power when it was restored. Samantha smiled as she relished the funny happenings of the lodge. she bowed to say some prayers, while rising, her eyes where drawn to a note on the table she picked it .

"If you like kill yourself with Sleep i'm off to school for the field trip" she smiled and muttered "safe trip" to an invisible anita.

The room was in total mess, clothes, undies and pads were in the wrong places,the mirror was not on the wall, it layed on one corner of the room, her basket where she kept worn clothes was open with clothes overflowing, everywhere was in total disarray a good thing she was not expecting a visitor, she'd be seen as reckless. "Oh dear lord...so where do i start from now? She asked as she stared at the room placing both hands on her waist in frustration, it was obvious anita had hurriedly left for her field trip leaving every job in the house for her to handle, she was surely going to be berated for this, with that, she dashed into the bathroom to get prepared for the day, she would arrange the house, do the dishes, do some laundry before going to retouch her hair and honor an invitation from a coursemate of hers to a church for their film show. Her day was clearly mapped out.

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