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Beautiful Colors of Sin 9

By: naijarian (F) |Time : December 24, 2016, 11:37:36 AM
It was the second Semester of our Final year at the University. Sandra and I had ended up in the same level. I will explain why, when I was working she got admitted to study Law but they told her she would have to start from the first year which she agreed to do. So when I came into second year through direct entry she was in her second year too. Anyway, we had settled into the new school life, new leaf and new spirations. There wasn't anything weird and we kept a low profile; and soon we were in our fourth year.

For the whole period I never had any relationship and it began to worry Sandra. I was very depressed, always upset and woke up several times screaming Jamal’s name.

“Why do you want to kill yourself over a man that had been buried for years now? Jamal is dead and gone for ever. Get on with your life. Give someone else a chance.” Sandra advised one morning as we were preparing for campus.

“Sandra, what’s your problem? Please don’t say things like that about Jamal. He is very much alive in my heart.” I said.

“Wake up, my dear. It’s been almost three years now. This is not the Alice that I used to know. And Jamal, God bless his heart, won’t want this either. You can’t continue like this,” She said reaching out to touch me. I moved away and hissed. I pointed my finger at Sandra and told her not to say such things ever again, then I stormed out of the apartment.

My mood didn’t improve and it worsened when I got to the lecture room to find all the seats taken. I was just about to result into standing all through the lecture when someone tapped me from behind.

“Do you need a seat?” said a female voice and I looked back and saw a lady of about my age; tall, slim and pretty.

“I think so,” I answered.

“Okay, come along,” the lady said and I hurriedly followed her. We went into the middle of the lecture room where there some empty seats with books on them. The lady thanked some girls seated as she removed the books.

“I had to take these seats when I came earlier before going out to eat,” she explained. We sat down and she introduced herself as Timmy and I told her my name.

And that was how I met Timmy Badru. Timmy lived on campus but she always visited us whenever she was bored in the hostel. It was during one of such visits that Sandra brought up the issue of Jamal. She had deemed it perfect timing after Timmy had given me a reprimand over a guy that I shooed off during one of our lectures.

“What you did to that guy was wrong,” Timmy had said as she settled on the couch.

“He was bugging me so I had to be mean,” I explained.

“Was that really necessary?” Timmy asked.

“Tell her. It is not worth it to continue living like a hermit,” Sandra said.

“Alice, don’t you want to have your own family soon?” asked Timmy.

“Well, I know one thing I don’t want. It is this conversation. Don’t annoy me,” I threatened, pointing at the two of them.

“What Timmy said is true. Allow someone to make you happy again. Jamal, an angel that he was, would not have wanted you to turn yourself into a nun,” Sandra said, crossing her long legs.

“Look, I am not interested in dating any guy now. Our final exams are coming and we really should concentrate on that," I countered.

“You will just turn frigid if you don’t watch it,” Timmy said and stretched.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“It means that lack of sex can turn you entirely off sex, and when that happens, no children,” Timmy explained. I laughed in sarcasm but it rang home. Timmy was right but I didn’t want to admit it in front of Sandra.

“How do you know I’ve not been having sex? Not seeing me with a guy doesn’t mean there hasn’t been sex,” I said and made a face. Timmy and Sandra looked at each other and jeered.

“You are one cunning girl!”

“Who is the guy? When are we meeting him?” Timmy asked, excitement written on her face.

“Why on earth would I wanna tell you that?” I said and smiled. “Moreover, im still in love with Jamal.”

“Chineke mee! My God! I don die! This girl don go gaga,” Sandra said and stood up, “She has finally lost it.”

“What nonsense are you talking about Alice? Jamal is dead. Let his spirit rest in peace!” Timmy said.

“How do you mean?” I asked. Sandra hissed and strode out of the sitting room.

“The ghost of a dead man doesn’t rest when the person with his heart is not letting go. He would just be hovering around restless instead of sleeping peacefully in his grave,” Timmy explained patting me on the back. “Let him go.”

“You just made that up. I thought you are a Lagos girl. what’s with the superstition?” I asked, got up and went into my room, leaving Timmy staring at my retreating back.

I knew they would blow a gasket if they knew I had been having this recurrent dream about Jamal. It had always seemed so real, he always came like he had been waiting for me. Sometimes he would even be angry that I had kept him waiting. It alarmed me at first but when I found myself waking up ssexually satisfied and wet between the legs, something in me wanted it to continue happening. I had even found myself sleeping in anticipation of a wonderful wet dream. Sandra would definitely go insane if she knew so I kept it to myself. But deep down, I knew Timmy was right. But would Jamal really allow me to move on?

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