Routine Love

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Feyi, my brother will help you bring the cloth. He is coming to Ife. I am typing on my w******p when the message comes in. I go to check it to be sure it is not what I am assuming. My heart is beating a little faster as I open the message and confirm it is really Ronke. Ronke was my close friend in high school but University seperated the both of us. Now, to the matter on hand. Ronke has only one brother and he is not even in Nigeria. How is he coming to Ife? The puzzled expression on my face stares back at me from my phone as the backlight goes off. My high cheekbones and full lips gives my face an ‘almost’ exotic look, but being a little thick puts me on the chubby side which I inherited from my mum’s side of the family.It doesn’t bother me though. I for one think it makes me fill out really nicely in all I wear.My name is Mofeyisara Boluwatife Ajayi. I am a 400 level mass communication student at Obafemi Awolowo University. I think I’m a friendly person but it’s usually not a personal realization. Anyways, Ronke studied Mass communication at Kwara state university. She secured a job at Buzz broadcast station straight out of school but has a couture business on the side. As we all know how much we strike in my school, this is my seventh year in OAU while my mates that we attended high school together have started working and collecting fat salaries. It can be very depressing. A couple who is an alumnus of the high school Ronke and I went to is getting married. The bride used to be our good friend. As we all know how expensive aso-ebi is now, I had to struggle through months of scrimping to save the thirty five thousand aso ebi in this terrible economy. I had to swallow my pride and let Ronke collect it for me from the bride since they both reside in Lagos and begged her to help me sew it almost for free. Now, she is telling me her older brother is coming with it. Here!in Ife! I have been trying to keep up with all this great expectation by faking most things but I’m not really comfortable with it. Her elder brother, Akintomide Akintilo was like the ‘quarterback’ you see in this foreign movies. He was a famous sport person who was involved in everything in high school. He brought the school medals from basketball than all the other athletes in various fields combined. He was also very bright. The school staff used to call him ‘Starkid’. He was five years ahead of us in school. He ignored me most of the time even as his baby sister and I were good friends. I guess he dismissed us as kids not giving us any thought till when totally necessary. I remember one incidence when he actually acknowledged me the first time we met and was introduced, back in boarding school. Ronke had pulled me by the hand to meet her big brother whom she totally adored.”Bro, meet Feyi, my new best friend”she chirped. He smiled at me telling me to be good and to give education a chance. I had looked up into the widest, brightest smile I had ever seen so I didn’t give much thought to his advice. How are you coping with boarding? He had asked.” Hope the seniors don’t make life difficult? Ronke and I had passed knowing looks. “We have our tricks.” We chorused collectively. If only he knew how senior girls were falling over themselves to get on his good side.