The Wrong Number

Episode 1

My name is Isaac Oluwapamilerin Daniella. Everybody calls me Pamilerin except my Dad, who only calls me Daniella. I am the first daughter of a family of three kids; two girls and a boy. My parents are civil servants.
I am intelligent, emotional, tall, beautiful and a size 8 with ebony dark skin. I can classify myself as a good girl because I was raised well by my parents. I am not an introvert and I am not an extrovert either. Let me just say I am in between.


Tunde and I are level mates, same department. We have been very good friends since 100 level. He is the best student in class with the highest CGPA followed by me, making us the best two students in class. By the time we got to 200 Level, I realized that he had feelings for me.

Truth be told, I have feelings for him too. The way we looked at each other in class revealed it, especially during practicals when we were grouped together, but we shied away from it. What attracted me to him was the fact that he was brilliant, tall and handsome. I love brilliant guys. Besides, all my male friends back home are brilliant as well.

One fateful day, he told me after class that he would like to discuss something with me. I was scared because I knew what he wanted to say. He held my hands. "Pamilerin, I like you, I know we are friends and all but I want us to take this friendship to another level"
"Another level! I don't get you!" I pretended as if I did not understand what he was saying.
"I know you know what I mean, but if you want me to say it out loud I will."
"So say it out loud."
"I want you to be my girl, I really like you."

"I like you too but I don't like the idea of dating my class mate. We see each other every day," I explained.
"That shouldn't be a barrier, or what do you think?"
"I'll think about it."
"Please do. I hope I'll get a positive response."
I just smiled at him. Tunde finally let it out, and professed his love for me. "See you tomorrow Tunde," I said and walked away.
I came back from school and met commotion at my lodge.

"What is going on here?" I asked one of my lodge mates.
"It's Bolu's parents o, they came to pack her things."
"Why is that?"
"You won't believe it, she has been rusticated since 100 Level and she never told her parents about it."
"That's not possible, she attends classes, in fact I have met her in lecturer theatres several times and during exams we go for night classes together."

"She was just acting o, she is no more a student of this school."
"Pamilerin, so you didn't know all this while, I have known since." Another girl in my lodge joined the conversation.
"Really, I never noticed, because most times we even go to school together in the morning."
"Her parents thought she was in final year o, and she has been collecting school fees from them o.

"Na only school fees pain you, she even collected 200,000 naira for her project."
"Jesus! This is so unfair to her parents nau."
"Thank God for the good Samaritan that revealed the truth to them.''
"She even denied it, not until her parents went to her so called department and discovered the whole truth."
"This is so sad. She made a big mistake, she should have opened up to them, or better still used all the money she had been collecting to get a Jamb form and try again."
"She wrote Jamb twice after she was rusticated, but she was denied admission."
"It's not compulsory she stays in this school, she should have opted for another university."
"If she change university the truth go come out na, you know the thing wey pain me pass?''
"What is it?" I asked.

"She is the only child o, and she is making her parents suffer and waste money like this."
"Ehya, but it's not too late, she can still start all over again. I believe she has learnt her lessons."
"If na my papa o, no school for you again. E don finish for you be that."
"That won't help her, I believe she can start all over again, everyone deserves a second chance." I said. Bolu's parents were through packing her things with the help of some guys. They all entered into the car. Bolu was sitting at the back seat. I walked up to her and held her hand while her Dad was still doing one or two things in the car. I seized the opportunity to have a word with her.

"Bolu you don't have to cry, tears won't repair all the damage. Just make sure you don't give up on your self."
"Thank you Pamilerin," she sniffed.
"You can start afresh, you can be whatever you want to be. All you need is determination."
"Thank you my daughter," her mummy said to me.
"It's nothing ma, please ma, don't give up on her. I know how you feel right now, but it's not the end of the road for her."

"Thank you dear," she said.
"Thank you, thanks for the advice, I'll try my best" Bolu's Dad said.
"You are welcome Sir, I pray that you and mummy will reap the fruit of your labor."
"Amen," they chorused.
I faced Bolu, "It is not a crime to fall, but the most important thing is to rise again."
"May God be with you."
"Amen" she nodded, crying out loud.
"I will give you a call" I said.
She nodded.
"Safe journey" I said and waved at them as the car took off.
I went straight to my room and crashed on my bed, I was tired and famished at the same time.
I was deep in thought about Bolu's case, I felt sorry for her parents.
To be continued....