VALENTINE’S DAY CRUSH
Early Wednesday morning, small threads of light streak the sky. I had the dreaded 8 O’clock class. Given how strict the lecturer was, I had woken up early to get to the class on time. It was still dark but the dawn provided sufficient light for movement. I was still struggling to sit comfortably in the navy blue student’s Minibus, when two guys boarded the bus and headed towards the backseat where I sat. A brief exchange of good mornings and everyone was back to minding their businesses. In Two, ones and threes, the bus gets filled until there remains one empty seat. I checked my phone for the time, it was 7:14 am. I pushed my hand through my short hair in agitation. The driver also impatiently shuffles on his feet, eager to leave the bus stop and be on the road. A lady in a red top and white skirt came into view. “Campus?” The driver asked her, she nodded affirmatively. The two guys seated beside me playfully prod each other and said “Sister Valentine” Genuine...