‎SHE DID NOT COME FOR LOVE,SHE CAME FOR HELP ‎

"You are boring, always indoor , operating phones , reading, writing strands of poetry in different scarps of papper" She lamented.‎I heard the biggest revelation about myself while I was deeply buried in "The houseboy" by Ferdinard Oyono, a copy, I collected from Janet, a coursemate... "Kokoko o" I heard the knock on my door and As I opened the door I was no surprise who was at the entrance, because she has always been the only person coming to pay me visit. I am a guy that rarely keep friends not to talk of them coming to pay me visit.. And just like that, the chapter of my quiet evening closed. A new one unpredictable and unscripted was about to begin.She was bold enough to interrupt my solitude without guilt... Temi,. Her scarf was slightly tilted, revealing more of her big forehead, which makes her to Uniquely beautiful and her charming eyes carried that familiar mix of irritation and concern."You need to live a little, Babe," she said, brushing past me into the room without invitation. "Loneliness won't kiss you goodnight or tell you you're handsome."I chuckled lightly, placing The Houseboy face-down on my compressed student bed, as she was telling me her minds wholeheartedly.‎She rolled her eyes, flopping onto my bed like it belonged to her. "You don’t even know how to be young.”- she protested‎I stood up, leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching her. Temi wasn’t just my babe, she was opposite of me. Where I found comfort in quiet pages and inking, she lived through conversations.‎"You’re becoming a myth in this school," she added, sitting up. "Ola, the ghost boy who rarely goes out of his crib, he only appears when there's class or rain."‎I laughed, genuinely this time. “Maybe I’m just waiting for her usual twist.”‎She smirked, stood up, and walked towards me. “Well, plot twist... I’m taking you to the market, No excuses.”‎Before I could respond, she was already halfway out the door. “Dress decent. And don’t bring a book!”‎The market sang the voices of the buyers and sellers: from the maysuya, clothees vendors to other market occupants,who were engulfed in one market activity or another. The market aisle were filled with human traffic,making it difficult to find a way to our destination, but after several back and forth , we finally reached our destination.‎"Good day, Mallam" Temi greeted‎ "Customer welcome" , The mallam reciprocated the greeting in his thick Hausa accent. ‎ From my observation, both have familiar Seller and customer bonds. Mallam is a Grocery seller in the market well known among students. It was said that his foodstuffs were cheaped compare to others, makimg him the students' favourite. ‎"Gimme beans and rice ten mudus each, plus 6 talias, Palm oil&groundnut oil one bottle each and 7Mudus of tuwo maysara" She ordered hurriedly.‎Immediately, The mallam swung into business of measuring, pouring and calculation.‎"Customer, Your money na Fifteen thousand six hundered and seventy-five naira."He announced. ‎"Haha mallam, make i give you Fifteen thousand and six hindred naira nah." She countered instantly.‎ At the end of the day, they arrived on the neutral ground. ‎We packed the items into a single sack. Immediately, she turned to me said -----"This when you come in,baby. You are here to help me to carry the load. Instead of sleeping and rolling on the bed" She added.‎I felt a butterfly in my belly. It became clear then that I was there to carry load and I wasnot brought out of my comfort zone out of love but self-preservation..‎©️OLAREWAJU‎

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