The Discovery of Gold Amidst a Thousand Stones -By M.I. Muh’d

I could’ve reigned in all kingdoms because of the virtues I command in my favour. Not only me, majority of my friends believed in my unflinching prowess in almost all aspects of life. But then, a lady, a single lady! Whose intellect is a match to none, and beauty a competition to the sky and all that adorns it of the bright moon and the shooting stars turned a new page in my life.

I was the most talked of all men in my class, and one of the few geniuses to have ever set foot in the history of the school, and whose footprint is licensed to stay forever in the sand of time. Ladies were not only interested in my being intelligent, my intimidating appearance was itself a ticket to all hearts. Though I wasn’t much a fan of ladies, maybe because of the phobia I had worn against them since birth, I still couldn’t get enough of their encomia.

Graduating from secondary school was the last thing I wanted, if for nothing for the respect and fame which one would’ve thought were my birthright. I was the highest in the Joint Admission Matriculation Examination (JAMB), and equally the best graduating student of my year. Everybody but those who could not get a chance to get to me loved me. Mind you! I wasn’t proud or arrogant, that just enjoyed the favour of nature. Not everyone would get equal attention.

Secondary school was over, and as though it never happened, the fame and all got sinking in the deepest of the Atlantic ocean, not just because school was over, but my failing the West African Examination Council’s (WAEC) Certificate examination, without which admission into any Institution within Nigeria would remain a dream. Because of that, I got admitted into a college for legal studies, and as one would naturally think, I topped the class. Women admired me and men respected me. It wasn’t all over until I finally got admitted into the University of Maiduguri, Faculty of Law. My eyes got blinded by beauty, and heart intimidated by the strong conviction many had for their studies. God knows I’m not academically serious, but it’s okay! Magic had always took the stage when results were out. I miraculously topped it there too.

Love was the last thing I would be interested in, most especially having seen the plight of those whose time and happiness were drained by the misfortunes in same. Until my third year, University was just a union of unserious young men, attending lectures when they please and missing tests all they please. That was fun, and it seemed and will forever seem okay. Perhaps this is how I was created to work. The only difference that my third year in University introduced was the alien concept of love, the one against which I’ve lived my entire life. Not because I hate the concept, but because I understood it to mean nothing less awful than a waste of my precious time. Listen! That’s not the case anymore, for love has since from then painted my heart saffron. I could only think of someone’s time and happiness, but not mine at all. Because only when they are happy would I ever be happy. Another thing I hated entirely, “dependency.”

She was a Secondary School student, an intelligent and beautiful damsel, whose oratory skill is unmatched and diction praised by the best of writers. To be honest, her beauty was my invitation card. And yes! The magic wasn’t there at first, because I was too busy chasing other dreams. I still could only present a blank sheet if you request a report on how I got imprisoned by her love. But it’s a varified testimony that; her intelligence played therein a vital role.

I would always maintain my sovereign status, but not when I’ve lost her. Because now that I’ve seen real beauty coupled with intelligence, I can only think of Making her mine. She’s destined to be my trial, prayer and best answer. I don’t know if this isn’t love, but believe me; no matter what it is, it instills fear in heart, but intoxicates the heart with hope. If this isn’t love, I know it must be madness. Believe me, If she’s a university, then I’ll never graduate, for she’s where my natural abode situates.

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