***Flashback, my University***
Standing at 5ft5”, chubby, an unbelievable body with huge grape fruit-sized beauties standing out with youthful arrogance that always seemed to be trying to escape her chest due to the tight outfits she usually wore, an amazingly flat tummy despite being chubby, and with large juicy backstage, Laura was by far the hottest/sultriest girl in my class.
Added, Laura was by far one of the richest girls (or student from one of the wealthiest Akwa-Ibom families) in my department and faculty. Her beauty made her desirable and her (family) money made her wanted. She was the fancy of boys who were always willing to do her favours to the envy and displeasure of other girls. Laura also had two dreaded brothers and a cousin in the school. All these made Laura one of the biggest snobs that ever walked the buildings of my department and faculty.
Now Laura was/is also your perfect definition of beauty without brains (BWB). Hardly in class, missed quizzes and assignments but always passed.
Myself, I wasn’t exactly the hottest guy in class (with Nath, Charlie and Chucks fighting for that position), but I wasn’t (I’m still not) bad looking either. Standing at 6ft, dark athletic body which I tried to maintain by using a local gym in the back of my hostel, with (annoying) pink lips and no facial hair, I was by far the most popular guy in my department (after only the course rep) for my interpersonal communication among my departmental colleagues (this landed me an award during our department’s graduation dinner party)
Consciously, knowing who Laura was, I had always ignored her completely. I paid attention to everything/everyone around her but her which put me in her bad books.
Mc: Nathan and Cindy
Projector Operator: Nite Fury
Being one of the organizers of the department’s seminar presentation, I had presented my topic on day 1, was the Mc on day 2, and was in charge of the projector/slides on the final day 3.
Students presenting that day had all submitted their slides (Power Point presentations) to me, which I arranged serially according to Nathan’s list. One person was yet to show up, Laura.
The presentations were underway when I received a flash drive and a note from behind. It read:
“hey, my slide is the only doc inside, I’m next in line. Laura.”
I was like what-tha-fuck! No courtesy whatsoever.
Nath: Please put your hands together as we welcome on stage the next presenter, a true definition of beauty. Her voice pierces the most hardened heart, her smile makes angels cry. Give it up for Miss Abang Laura Idara.
(Meanwhile I quickly inserted her flash drive into my PC, with no time to preview the document, I opened the file just in time as she mounted the podium and grabbed the mic with her fans shouting “Go ALI! Go ALI! Go ALI!” while applauding)
In her usual style, she had chosen to dress differently from other girls who all wore Skirts and suits. She wore an ash coloured plain trouser, white top (which she tucked in neatly revealing her killer curves), an ash coloured frame chrome hearts glasses and a jacket the same colour as her trouser. She looked stunning. The 10 points for dressing was safely hers.
She began, “Good morning the Dean, the HOD, my able lecturers, members of staff, my fellow presenters and students present here.” She went on with her sultry voice and smiles, “My name is Abang Laura Idara, and I’m here to present a seminar on the topic, ‘The effects of Caffeine bla bla bla…’”
Once again, her fans and friends applauded shouting her initials ALI! ALI!
She went on (talking to me this time around), “Next slide please…”
I clicked to open her introduction page but nothing came up. I clicked ‘Next’ again, but still no show.
I was confused just as the coordinator of the seminar began to question me, “Mister Man, what’s going on?” I was just about to say she just sent me the flash drive with her slide a moment ago before she mounted the stage when she screamed at me with teary eyes.
“Fury! Where is my slide…what have you done to my slide? Oh my God! Fury, what’s wrong with you?” she broke down in tears.
I was like, “You just gave me this flash drive now and…”
“Shut up!” she blurted out, making sure she used the mic so everyone could hear her. Then I heard a voice from behind, “Oh boy, na wetin be ur problem sef, say you no like the girl mean say you go delete her slides?”
The hall went wild with arguments here and there. The coordinator now asked for silence and asked Cindy to call the next presenter and Chucks, who was in charge of the slides the previous day to take over from me. I was asked to leave the hall and to see the coordinator with Laura during the break.
Poor me. Who would believe this well dressed girl had actually sent in a slide presentation with only a front page or that with the tears in her eyes she was lying?
That was four years ago.
To be continued…