Memoirs of a teenager

Above all mine is a love anecdote.

Like all other love stories, it involves chance, and a little of gravity.

CHAPTER 1

IF THINGS HAD BEEN DIFFERENT, I’D BE called Nathaniel or Gyamera, and I’d have loved to be a member of the presecan fraternity, and probably would have had chapping lips year round. But I’m not Nathaniel or Gyamera, ’cause on June, 15, 2013 I (together with some mates of mine) was delivered from Cape Coast to Legon. This is why you are not, at the moment, reading from WordPress, the inspiring true account of a presecan called Nathaniel, who, things being different, might be named Zagga or Kane.

Full account of the story:

It all began on June, 15, 2013 when many schools met or gathered on the various campuses of legon. Was this throng of schools an indication of any annual something? Hitherto, you’ll not know that’s why you should choose not to speculate, but to just keep silent and continue reading this piece.

At exactly 5.00pm, we had started making footprints towards the cafeteria. It is located, approximately, in the middle of the university.

A brief description of the cafeteria:The Cafeteria has long benches and tables. They are arranged such that each long table has two long benches slapping it on either side, horizontally. And they are arranged in two long columns( that’s if you are standing right in the middle facing one far end).Aside the area where the benches and tables are, there’s an inn. A place where, we, the students marched to collect our food.

“This place looks like a hut in the backwoods,” a friend of mine, Ndur, whispered to me.

“hahaha.” I laughed.You know why? Not that it’s any of your business, but because before, I had also had same thought. But frankly speaking, you would have said same( that’s if you are kind). If not, a kraal.

There were many students taking their food from the counter. This had gone on until it was left with an ‘all-girls’ school. They had this light-green kilt-like uniform with a yellow collar and waist.  You wondering about this school, right?( duh).So we had to join them.

“Take your food, please,” a female’s voice said helpfully. I had turned my head over my right shoulder to reply a mate of mine who had asked me a question.

“Thank you.” I replied.She was the last amongst her equals, and I was the first amongst my equals too. What a coincidence? Could this be an inadvertently fortuitous event? Maybe sometimes.

She walked past me to sit with her mates, of course to enjoy her meal. After about a minute or two, we( my mates and I) had gone to sit to enjoy the supper too. Occasionally, I took glimpse of her. You can imagine the kind of things which went on inside, this, my small cephalos?

She had trimmed her hair. She has round, blazing eyes as if she has an eye protector on. She is cute; not too short, and the most fascinating feature I love about her is her pubescent body. Lest I forget, she has  enough butts and knockers.I have always loved to see girls with hairy hands and legs. In simple terms, I’m indifferent to glaborous bodies. Don’t bother yourself thinking why? Because, myself I don’t know, but maybe because they are distributed sparsely on such areas of my body.

After about fifteen minutes, they had finished eating, and preparing to go to their of room of residence. I planned to meet her, but I decided against it. I have always thought that things happened best at their own appropriate times. So I planned not to meet her.

They entered their bus nimbly. Later, I saw her through the less,very less, frosted glass. She was sitting at the rear end of the bus; she was quiet.Momentarily, the sound of their engine faded away.