The time is about quarter past 6. In a camaraderie of classmates, we leave the lecture hall engrossed in laughter and a zero productive discussion. Among our content resentments is this new Professor who has found love in extending his 4-hour lecture lesson beyond an additional one hour, his alien ideologies and care-free attitude. The happenings in his first week only prove he can easily fail the whole class even at the dislike of one man. Our hope is that next week he finds a new pair of socks. We just saw him with one pair the entire week; coupled with a three times oversize rain-coat and a non-fitting pair of trousers. After looping the belt twice on his waist he still keeps pulling it in the middle of the lesson. His bushy moustache makes him look like a disaster salvaged from a Jamaican weed plantation. Things that make dread the thought of going all the way to PhD; if this is the cortical damage it does to one.
Suddenly, I get a call from Annabel. Now Folks, Annabel is that semi-irresistible campus lady; always has a good reason as to why she has to completely get rid of her eyebrows and paint them a fresh in a way that neither Sadolin nor Crown paints can. She knows why she is better on weave from a 3rd rate Mexican horse than on natural hair. She can satisfactorily justify why she has to post selfies of her nails on Instagram after every pedicure and manicure, and monitor the page all day long till she gets 250 likes and above. She has the best philosophy explaining why your prospects of success in life are better when you are beautiful than when you are brainy. If you thought education was the key to blah…blah…blah, here is a new philosophy, “Attraction is the Key to Success”, (Reference: Annabel, Chapter 1, verse 1). At some moment, she believes she is a feminist, but when we refer to the dictionary, she is no less a “feminist-wannabe”, like most you’ve seen around. Oops! She is still calling!