Diary Of A College Girl…

THE WRITER

My Name is Grace Klubi

An old student of Achimota School (Akora), currently studying Computer Science at Kwame Nkrumah University Of Science and Technology (KNUST).

I love to write and sing as hobbies. I enjoy writing, and I have a vivid imagination of what life could be like if it were perfect.

GRACE KLUBI

DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL

EPISODE 3

The evening went on normally.

It was pleasing to know that at least one of them was on my side.

The next day was Sunday.  We all dressed up and went for the SCC fresher’s service.

It was so long. After service, the various campus fellowships decided to catch the freshers who didn’t have denominations on campus.

I was one of those freshers and I gave my name to one fellowship – Harvest Chapel. It was where Clara was and I had no choice.

She kept “following up” on me and constantly called me for so many meetings.  I never went for any. I was there to build my future, not God’s house.

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Eventually, she stopped wasting her time.  I did go to church once every month but I completely ignored her.

For the freshers, lectures would only start after matriculation service. This meant that we had two whole weeks to do whatever we wanted.  My roommates and I took the opportunity to get to know each other.  They were actually very nice girls.  I buttered them up by sponsoring outings to KFC and Chinese restaurants so they came to love me.

I loved me too. Daddy was just an amazing doting Father and sent me two thousand cedis every month. Mum always found someone coming to Kumasi to send me a whole sack of provisions and toiletries.

I didn’t know what being broke was.

After the encounter with that vagabond, my opinion of university guys had been set. I turned into a snub to guys and never paid attention to any of them until one day.  I was taking a walk alone in the night to clear my head, someone called my name.

Slowly, I turned around and watched as a very decent-looking young man began to walk up to me.

The young man on getting my attention began to do that walk which looks like you have an egg between your buttocks.

I smiled and shook my head and waited.

When he got to me, I said,

“You don’t have to walk like that to impress anybody”.

Instantly, I realized I had been too frank and so I cracked a joke to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation.  George and I became friends at once. He was very decent and actually quite shy.

We hit it off nicely.

Lectures began a week later and I found a friend in class.

 

Her name was Tina. She was in Queens Hall too and we became inseparable.

She loved to dress up and I’d always go over each morning for her to approve my outfit and put some makeup on my face. We became the fashionistas of the class and made friends with all the Teaching Assistants(TAs) who were all male.

After encountering George, I had met and made friends with so many other guys. However, there was one who stuck closer than any of them. Samuel.

He was practically at my beck and call, there was literally nothing he wouldn’t do for me.

He used to come and take me out to dates, or sometimes for late-night walks, or just eat ice cream and gaze at the stars. On such days we both became oblivious to the world and could only see each other.

My heart did somersaults whenever he was near and his hugs were like a drug – I couldn’t ever pull away.

I was confused about my feelings and it began to affect my studies.

He occupied my brain, my heart and whatever other sentimental parts of me there could be.

Sam was fair, tall and handsome.  He had one of those haircuts that reached to the sky. Mohawk it was called.

My friends all liked him.  He was really cool. It took no time for them to start teasing me and it took even less time for me to accept the teasing and see him as “more than a friend”.

I kept waiting during all our magical nights, praying and hoping he’d pop up the question, I’d say yes and we’d share a loving kiss just like in the movies.

I waited and waited and eventually, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  And thus I wrote him a detailed love letter which I would not like to go into details about.

He received it through his friend and immediately came over. The prompt response was encouraging. Or so I thought.

“Cherie dear” he started, my heart froze.

This was it. Finally!

“I’m sorry, we can’t be more than friends because I already have a girlfriend who I’m so much in love with”.

My face fell, I’m sure I heard an explosion in my chest.  It was the sound of my heart breaking.

Suddenly, my knees went weak and I couldn’t stand. I let go of myself in a faint and he caught me mid-air.

“I’m sorry Cherie.  I really am” he said.

“Alright, Sam.  That’s fine.  Enjoy your evening”. My words were barely audible, as I was avoiding choking on tears.

I rushed to my room, covered myself up, pulled my net down and bawled my eyes out.

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