It is 2004. I am in university, living alone, off campus, in Zaria. I am lucky to have a desktop PC I built myself, with parts bought from computer stores in Kaduna. Importantly, I have a DVD/CD burner drive.
A couple years earlier, I got into a doctrinal fight with my mother. It is bad. Very bad.
There is a young woman, one year my junior in the faculty of law. One of those beautiful people who are also popular. Everybody wants to be with her. Somehow we become friends -- she lives on my street. Like many people, my computer brings her to the room.
But I fail. Miserably. I let tears roll. They are hot. My eyes burn. I am angry that I am crying. Kal Ho Naa fucking Ho!
But I cry. Until my chest hurts. Until my nose runs.
I am thinking: Fuck Kal Ho Naa Ho. Fuck tears. Fuck this stupid thing in my nose that drives me to spasms. Fuck this chest pain.
I saw the same dude in the last movie. He is still Aman in my head. But somehow it reset the tears. And they flowed again...
So we see that she slept in your room.
Nothing happened.
Fuck out of here. Is she your sister?
Okiri: so someone as fine as that sleeps in your house and nothing???
But I cannot convince them. I also cannot tell them I cried like a little boy who was bullied in a playground.
Better to let them think something happened. Than let them think I cried all night.
And we both agree that it was a good thing nothing happened that night.