10/10/2025
They say love is blind,
but I swear, when you enter TASFUED your eyes will open by force.
I stayed in Room 12, Olalekan stayed in Room 9, same hostel, different rooms, same compound wahala.
He was my guy calm, always neat, smelling like confidence and deceit in one bottle.
If fine boy was a course, he’d graduate with first class.
That evening, my babe Precious came around to say hi.
You know that kind of girl that carries peace in her face and confusion in her waist?
Yeah, that was her.
We sat outside gist-ing and laughing about nothing serious,
when Olalekan walked past holding a pack of noodles and a sachet water, classic hostel dinner.
“Guy how far,” I hailed.
He smiled, “I dey bro.”
Then I said the words that would later haunt me
“Meet my babe, Precious.”
She smiled and waved.
He looked twice and said,
“Wait… you’re in my department, right? English?”
She laughed. “Yes nah. Olalekan, abi?”
He grinned. “Exactly! Wow, small world.”
And me? I was there like a proud middleman in my own downfall.
After that day, everything started small.
They’d talk about assignments.
Then group projects.
Then departmental hangouts.
Next thing, she’d tell me,
“Olalekan helped me write attendance.”
Or,
“Olalekan gave me note from last class.”
I didn’t suspect anything.
After all, we all dey same hostel nothing fit happen, abi?
Foolish confidence.
But then I noticed Olalekan's lifestyle changing.
The guy wey dey always stay indoors suddenly began coming back late,
sometimes sleeping outside.
But I no send after all, it’s his life, not mine.
Until one afternoon, one of the hostel boys asked me casually,
“Guy, why your babe dey always show when you no dey house?”
At first, I laughed it off. Thought maybe he was joking.
But deep down, something whispered check am.
That evening around 7 p.m., I was bored and restless. I decided to stroll, maybe branch my babe’s hostel without telling her.
When I reached there… I saw what I wasn’t looking for.
Right there by her hostel gate —
Olalekan.
Precious.
His hand wrapped round her waist like ownership documents.
Their laughter soft, bodies close.
I froze.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t let them see me.
Sometimes silence hurts less than confrontation.
After that night, the relationship just entered silent mode.
But to be honest, it had already started dying weeks before,
I was just the last to notice.
Few months later, I heard Olalekan was dating two other girls in their department.
Precious became gist, Olalekan became caution,
and me? I became wiser.
Now when I introduce my friends, I say
“This is my babe, not your classmate.”
Your Turn:
Ever introduced your babe or guy to someone and ended up the extra in your own story?
Drop “Your Story in the Comment” if you’ve lived this movie before
