LAMENTATIONS OF AN UGLY GIRL; PART 5.

“Or should we just leave it as Liz and
friends?” T-barz continued.
“No ooo, use Lines” Liz objected.
Startled, I shouted “lines”, the three idiots
echoed after me, “Lines”
“Okay Lines it is then but the list isn’t out on
paper so it’s our secret till then shey” He
mouthed before taking his leave.
“Liz, why nah, you don start o” Liz and friends
was better o” I protested.
“Okechukwu and daughters nii” Bola said
almost immediately.
“Lines sounds good, we could just change the
spelling. you know” Vivian said.
“Sure, nah” Bola added. I couldn’t hide the
little joy in my heart.
Liz noticed “eh, eh, see you blushing o, don’t
sha let those lines fall from your cheek ooo”
she said. They all giggled.
“You all are jealous of them abi, don’t worry
I’d take you all to Ibadan, you get even
thicker lines from there, nonsense, e go fit
your yellow face Viv, mumu, see as she dey
laugh” I joked. We caught up on the old gist
and Bola gave the ratings of her hostel tour.
(All I can say is I no sha carry last)
Funny how fast second semesters always run.
Was it not yesterday I was shouting at Bola’s
house? Lecture free weeks and I started my
exam period jacking-No BIS, photocopying of
all handout, completing my notes, reading and
reading again. GP gats swell this session o.
The good thing about times like this is that
the whole school has something to read.
Everybody minds his or her business with his/
her book. So exam came and went like that
(you don’t want to be bored with the details).
You can trust your girl, to do my best and
copy the rest. *If you shake your head ehn,
before you start to form holier than thou*
“Flowing gowns, purple or pink” Bola
suggested.
“No o, little black dress nah” I argued
“That’s what we wore for the last one nah,
have you forgotten?” Liz answered.
We were arguing about what to wear to the
faculty dinner and award night. Bola said
we’d rather wear free cloth so we could dance
well. Her partner-in-crime concurred. Viv
thought we should wear “and-co” like we
were going for a funeral party.
“You know what, what if we wear like the
same colours of different styles or different
colours of the same style,” I suggested after
about an hour of argument. We finally agreed
to do either of them after about another hour
of argument. Oh! I have not given y’all the
low-down of the nominee list. We are
nominated for three awards, Best female
clique of the year amongst, Queen Bees, Ivy
League, Beisy Hoffs, Correct babes (whoever
those are). The other nominations aren’t
exactly “we” as in “us. They are Bola for most
sophisticated female and Viv for model of the
year. Anyway na we we we all be (that part
better said than read).
At about 10:00pm on the D-day, we set out
for the dinner, no crime in being fashionably
late since it was going to be an all-night
affair. There in the front seat I set die in my
ash-coloured ass-tight, lap-revealing,
cleavage-covering short dress (at least if you
look fresh lap, you go forget face nah). Bola
was looking stunning behind the wheel, her
silver necklace sitting well on her cleavage
slightly below her purple dress, fully
concentrating on the road with an “Angelina
Jolie in Salt” look and just like every dinner
and awards night we attended, it was only the
two of us. Viv was off with her boyfriend, Dan
while Liz was not with her boyfriend this time,
she was going with one Debo guy who she
met like a minute ago since her boyfriend was
on IT, she had asked her boyfriend and he
agreed. He is the carefree type, Birds of a
feather.

WATCHOUT FOR PART 6.