The Ice Queen of Queens

 By Abraham Favour Olohigbe

 I hadn’t been to the University of Ibadan in more than forty-three years. I look around the greenery and feel a sharp sense of nostalgia. I rememer celebrating my convocation at Heritage park, the elation and giddiness we felt. The surety that we would take the world by storm. After my undergraduate studies, I left the city.  Probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to meet with the Vice-Chancellor. In fact, I still wouldn’t be here. We tried to meet during the academic seminar in Abuja. But we couldn’t and now, I’m here.

As I drove past Queen Elizabeth II Hall, I was pushed to go down memory lane of a particular Lady whose story is known by most. 

She stepped down the stairs in front of Queens, her name was Moròmóluwatíkétíké and she was popularly called the “ice Queen of Queens” by the boys on campus because no matter how hard they tried, she could not wooed. She was dark in complexion that kind of dark skin that shines and a kind of pose that illuminates the room when she walks in. She had the smile of a goddess and legs hat went on for miles.. She was not an airhead, she was a beauty with brains a second year student in the department of psychology with a CGPA of 3.59. As she walked down the stairs you could hear people murmuring about her, she was a rare beauty with brains. Like every other day Tíké as she was called by her friends walked and didn’t mind the murmurings or stares and headed to class. This was a daily occurrence; a boring routine.

 It was just like any other day in her life, with the same routine hostel, class then hostel again. She got to class and sure enough her friend was already eagerly waiting for her to give her her daily dose of hot gist. 

“My one and only Tíké!” Tamar grinned.as Tíké replied with “Tamar Tamar!It’ll be nice we cut down this pleasantries so you can tell me the gists you have before class starts”. 

Tamar looked left and right to make sure no one was in earsho, as if she was about to spill the nation’s secrets. Tíké smiled inwardly, knowing her friends love for theatrics. Tamar finally broke the silence and leaned forwward.

“I have been hearing some news that Louis Tawa, the son of the multibillionaire Ilori Tawa has his eyes on you,” She shot Tike a sly smile. “And you know he can do anything in his power to get you.”

“Ah!” Tike began to laugh. “Tamar, the wall with ears! How did you hear his ridiculous story. You have started again.”

Tamar looked at her with a serious look on her face and said “I’m for real, girl!  I heard it from Patrick, his best friend. He said there was a bet.” Jus as Tamar was about to continue the class began to fill upand the girls settled down and began to prepare for POS217. 

 The class ended and Tíké took up her bag and said bye to Tamara cause she had to run down to the hostel for lunch in between classes. As she was rushing out of the SLT she heard her name being called “Tíké!! Tíké!!”. 

Strange, she thought nobody ever called her that. Only her friends did and she didn’t recognize the voice. Tíké turned and was astonished by what she beheld, a tall dark skinned guy who was about 5'9 plus he had fine chiseled face and a muscular upper body which was very rare in her generation. 

Tíké was lost for words as she looked up at him “I hope everything’s fine,Tíké. Are you in a hurry?” Tíké was lost in her thoughts as she couldn't answer him she was wondering how a guys voice could sound so heavenly.  

        To be continued…..