"The fridge or the pot?"
This question kept ringing in your head as you vacillated between the sitting room and the kitchen and to the pot from the fridge and to the fridge from the pot in search of something to keep you company through the night. Not company really, but to keep your covetous mouth dancing. The fridge looked more like a good company— it had everything your throat could ever wish for. But the aroma from your mother's cooking pot can open a blocked nostrils, it's that invasive and attractive. Your covetousness and indecision made you carry the question over till daybreak. But then, focus changed.
"Biola or Shade?" became the next point of indecision. Like the fridge, Biola seemed to have everything you could ever want in a girl. But then, she had a cold reception towards your advances. Shade was as invasive as the aroma from your mother's cooking pot. She's always sliding into your DM like she stepped on banana peels on a slippery slope. It was her message before cock crows and after sunset. She's attractive too— the reason why boys like your cousin wants to have a taste of her just like they wanted meat from your mother's pot. Your covetousness comes into play again. This time you ended up fixing one event on two different dates —at least that's your 'sarcastic' definition of 'double dating.' Now, you're oscillating between school and somewhere your parents don't know you know and to Biola from Shade and to Shade from Biola then to class.
One thing is common in your story— it's the inability to put importance over distractions. I really didn't want to follow your story to the end, but then again, you swung between classes and parties. The question of the fridge and the pot reenacted itself again in your final year. This time you swayed between school and nightclubs and to classes from parties and to parties from classes. Disappointingly but unsurprisingly, like you've been carrying questions over, you carried all your compulsory courses over. I wonder if you'll still ask whether to take extra year in school or dropout?
©Shomade Abdulazeez
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