This is a story of how I learnt to avoid the 'D' on a Sunday Morning.
So I attended Covenant University (I don't know if I had stated this little detail prior to now) Good school, serene environment, pretty decent (unlike what some bad belle people think). In each halls of residence, the blocks of rooms are known as "wings". There are about 7 wings in each hostels, A-G. Now unfortunately for me, my room happened to be in D wing which brings me to my story.
On this fateful Sunday, I was ready to leave for the 7am first service at the university chapel. The hall was bustling with the kind of rush associated with Sunday mornings, ladies were struggling to leave the hall for fear of being locked in thereby marked absent from service which entailed serious consequences. We had to sign out of the Hostel before leaving for the church service (attendance to all events especially religious ones are really strict in Covenant University).
After searching fruitlessly for the D wing attendance sheet for about 15 minutes, I figured I should ask around in case someone I didn't know was in possession of it, so I proceeded to shout at the top of my voice "Please oo where is the 'D'!!!????". (Readers, I swear to you, I said that with no suggestive intentions in mind) but the hall became as silent as a graveyard and all the bustle and rush seemed to come to a stand still.
After an awkward moment of people staring at me with puzzled expressions, someone a coursemate of mine, I'm guessing in an attempt to kill the awkwardness said "ahan Oshokoooooo!!!! You can't be looking for the 'Dee' on a Sunday Morning, One simply doesn't look for the 'D' on a day like this."
Looking back, that was one very funny incident that I can't help but blush at. It happened, and I can tell you that I have learnt not to look for the 'D' on Sundays-Or any other days at all.
Your Naive Friend,
Peace Oshoko.
