Finding the real me (iv)

Throughout the week, my heart was immersed in the joy of being admitted. The whole of my countenance wore the cap of gladness everywhere I went, as a matter of fact, it remained so obvious like the luring look of an icing coat on a cake. My friends noticed and asked me the same question mum asked me. Just as I have been waiting for them to ask, I unleash to them the good news unrefined and they were all taken completely aback, wondering why I happen to be getting almost all the essentials of life so early. I was the one that first knew perfectly the butterfly stroke in swimming, I first got a brand new bicycle, I drove a car perfectly before any of them, I first got admitted into the university amongst my peers etc.  Of course all these will naturally call for jealousy and envy of the highest order.

Dele, one arch-rival of mine immediately became my acquaintance that same day, and later on started acting like my disciple.
 Four weeks passed, or let’s say a month, mum started assisting me with the luggages I will be taking to school. It was as if a foreigner was going back to his home country. She packed all relevant things she thinks a young guy of my age will need to maintain himself on campus. Mum can be very nosy, but of course knows all a young man like me will need after she had nurtured over half a dozen of male children to maturity.

 Knowing so well I was already growing moustache, neat ones for that matter, mum got me shaving stick in packs. Shaving powder in case I exhaust the sticks, perfumes, my regular creams, roll on and some assorted creams all that will service my good look on campus. That day seems to be my best in the whole of the twin decade and of my life. I actually never liked the way mum yell at me sometimes you know. It makes me feel like I wouldn’t hear her until she raises her voice at me. But guess what? All she did today seem to make up for those annoying past. If you think mum will stop yelling, you’d better forget it. It wouldn’t happen.


To be continued on (v)

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