Opadeji Opa-Mathews
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

Come…let me tell you something.

Let me tell you about an amazing girl:

I met her at the casualty department at University College Hospital while I was a medical student. She came to see a patient who was her classmate, who’s boyfriend was and still is a good friend of mine.

We hardly said more than hi/bye to each other. But then you know how friends figure out who you spent more glances on. So we ended up going to see a play at the Arts Theater on the University Campus a couple weeks later.
She was so pretty with me so nervous, I had to mumble all my words. After the play, I walked her back to Queen’s Hall. We spoke till I was almost sure I was going to pass the night at the University due to the fact that they locked the gates at 11:30pm.
I made it back to the hospital anyways. Lol
We started speaking a lot…phone calls, texts and physically whenever we had dates. We would talk about the most corny things; Analyze Naeto C’s career, astrology, review ibadan restaurants, golf(she had a healthy interest in golf), tennis (she used to play @ Ikoyi club), career aspirations etcetera.
She didn’t like alcohol, but she playfully threw tantrums anytime I knocked back a cold one without calling her after. It was a free pass for us to get mushy…she just found it funny how I’d “mutilate” the best pick-up lines to make her laugh. I’d tell her how I feel like the dude who invented sliced bread whenever we walked hand-in-hand on campus with everyone staring. I would liken her to fine oriental pottery that could never go on sale for sentimental value. She would laugh so much and tease me back.
She understood my jokes and always laughed harder with a queer look on her face when they were outright stupid.
She would come see me when I was overwhelmed with stress @UCH, bringing me chocolate chip cookies and yoghurt. Very few people realize that cookies and yoghurt can get me kiss a mad woman…well, figuratively. Lmao
She would bug me on Sundays to call my parents(I hardly did, asides for money) after she spoke to her mum religiously every week. We would talk about how old people have weird characters and hoped we wouldn’t be considered weird when we grew old.lool
We were friends like this for a year. I liked her alot and I believe the feeling was mutual.
Did I mention she’s pretty as hell? No need to. It was what caught my attention…for the first 5secs of meeting her.
Her persona was and still is her best feature.
Kemi @Miss_shakara

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