Our Diary BY Kuretmenan D. Rinmak III
READ CHAPTER 1 HERE
Gumutang wasn’t aware that the lady he’d been stalking, had known him long before now, they just never met. They remained familiar strangers for a while. She, having a fair knowledge of him from her first year in senior secondary school, while he, just starting to see her three years later. Besides the happiness of each new day, one thing that made Gumuntang look forward to the dawn of the morning was the hope of seeing her pass in front of his house on her way to the farm. This became a habit for one week and three days, he never missed a day, he was faithful in keeping to time, though he almost missed her on one of the days, where he only saw her from behind, almost at the far end of the JUTH fence, it didn’t bother him, at least he saw her. The next day, as usual, after breakfast he waited for almost an hour and left for school when he didn’t see her, same thing happened the next day and also the next.
It should surprise you to know that Nandi, had never given any boy in school the chance to boast of her being his girlfriend, unlike her peers. She is pretty and with a hardworking spirit, should I add, brilliant and blessed with a calm spirit. She is friendly but never the relationship type of girl while in school. Nandi always dreamt of being a nurse, her greatest motivation to join the science class in her school and she performed so well too. The problem with the Nigerian system of schooling has kept her home for a while after graduating from secondary school. She had applied for Nursing in University of Jos, applied for Public Health at the College of Health, Zawan and then applied for clinical psychology at PLASU, Bokkos. While awaiting admission, the only activity left for her to do was to help on the farm, and this introduced her to the other phase of her life in Gindiri.
“not that I was shy or liverless, I just needed to know more before doing anything,” Gumuntang wrestled with his thoughts on the third day he missed her again when he came out for school. He tried to convince himself during his short walk to the Kadunu Junction. “The past one week and few days trip from my house, strolling on this street in the morning has always been fun, thanks to the mystery girl that I am sure I will never see again.”
“Haba Gumun, yau ba gaisuwa ne?” it was Pa Chukwu, Gumuntang had been using his shop to spy on the girl for some days. The Igbo accent heavy on his tongue when speaking Hausa sounded funny, what made it worse was the slowness that age brought to his voice and speech. “I am sorry sir, I was absent minded” I shyly replied with a smile. He just nodded with a smile also and concluded our greeting with “a je a dawo lafiya” (go and come back safe). I thanked him then apologized again and left.
It was a boring day at school, and home was just as boring so I took a trip to the dam just to clear my head.
“Who is this human being trying to be civilized in this part of the country,” Nandi thought to herself when she heard the greeting that startled her. She continued with her slow steps trying hard to hide the fact that she almost halted when she heard the greeting. She continued pushing her bicycle and almost immediate resumed her thoughts. There was just little work on the lambu today and father felt we need not work much today since the workers came and did a great amount of work in the morning.
“please, wait for me!,” the voice this time was a little bit distant when it came to her ear, in confusion she stopped and turned to see who it was, knowing fully well that the person was talking to her, but confused as to why. Her confusion came up as to who the person is and why was she even called? She knew that will not be her brother because he didn’t come to the lambu today and definitely not any of the workers. “who could this be?” she thought to herself.
“Since you aren’t riding, can I just take a walk with you?” She heard him say when she stopped, he said that with a shaky and unstable voice, she turned and saw him jogging to catch up with her while he waved. She smiled and her thoughts wandered back to the days she would see him at Pa Chukwu’s shop every morning when she passed to the farm.
Somehow, she knew he was stalking her. If not, why was he always there in the mornings at the same time she passed, and not just that, but stealing glances at her too.
That was the reason why she stopped coming to the lambu in the morning, just to see what he would do, and now, here they are.
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