“Here we are!” The annoying Honorable squealed as they drove through the gate. The university compound looked wide and titanic, something Temi hadn’t seen in her entire life. An exciting look painted her face as the drive through the crowded campus.

“Welcome to Lagos State University...” Temi read the bold text written on a golden signboard. Behind it was a fountain in the shape of a golden statue; a man, holding a giant book on his right hand. It looked beautiful, and the sight was welcoming indeed. Temi watched in awe as their wheels drove by.

In her eyes, the campus looked just as great in person as it is in the brochures and online pages.

“It’s outstanding;” Temi muttered while glancing through the window. The construction was old and elegant. A couple of students were walking by, busy.

After then, Temi’s eyes met a couple of students coming out if the lecture room. She observed them as they relate with each other.

“Okay, darling. I’ll drop you off here and pick you later, okay?”

“Okay.” She turned to him and bade him goodbye.

“Just go to the office there.” He pointed at a well-built flat with SENATE BUILDING boldly written on it.

“Go there and ask for professor Abba. Tell him you’re Temi, he would understand. I’ve told him a lot about you already. So sorry I can’t go in. I’m already 30 minutes late.” He muttered. I’ll see you soon, don’t worry.

“Okay, I’ll be fine. Take care, sir. She muttered and waved him goodbye.

Honorable Samuel’s black Homa Jeep reversed and zoomed out if the compound. Temi looked around, observing the environment.

“So finally, I’m here on LASU!” She jerked excitedly and walked into the Senate building.

Entering the room, she saw a woman seated by the side of the door. Temi walked to her and greeted her respectfully.

“Good morning ma, please I’m looking for professor Abba.” Temi explained.

“Are you having an appointment with him?” She huffed. The lady look quite young to be a secretary, but she had an emotionless look on.

“No ma, but I think he’s expecting me.”

“Okay. Just a second.” The lady pressed a button on the telephone placed at her table.

“Hello Professor Abba.” She started, with seriousness laced in her tiny voice.

“Okay.” His secretary put down the phone and tells Temi to go in.

“Thank you, ma.” Temi smiled as she went to the office. It was an executive office. Professor Abba welcomed her in and offered her a chair to a seat.

“You must be Temilade David.” The elderly man sitting on an executive chair begins.

“Yes sir. Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning Temi. I’ve heard a lot about you already. You’re a fresh student in this school?” He questioned.

“Yes sir. That’s good. What faculty?”

“Medical Science sir.”

“Excellent. I wish you to attain your dream of becoming a doctor, my dear.” A smile beamed through his face as he spoke.

Temi just nodded, her face glued to the ground. Noticing this, Professor Abba wore a small frown.

“I guess it’s the first time you’re visiting here.” He said.

The professor sounded politely and excitedly at the same time. His Hausa accent made Temi feel welcomed.

“Yes, sir.” Temi replied shyly.

Although it was her first time in an office, Temi felt kind of comfortable with the Professor. He seemed nice.

The elderly man picked up his phone and called someone. After then, he asked her a couple of questions and Temi answered, respectively. Minutes later, a student walked into his office.

“Temi, meet Kulture Adewunmi Gideon, my neighbor’s daughter.” He introduced Temi to the girl.

The girl was about Temi’s age mate. Slim, tall, but not attractive. She had a long, stiff neck, making her look like a vulture. But she had a smile on anyway, which made her look kind of beautiful. Yes, she had a pretty smile and dimples, too.

“Nice to meet you, Temi.” Kulture muttered with a bright smile across her lips as both girls shake hands.

“I hope you two would get along together since you’ll be in the same class.” He muttered, but Temi went quiet.

“Temi, I hope you make friends with her. Although she’s also a new student, Kulture knows every corner of this school. She was born and brought up in Lagos, and she’s also like a daughter to me. She’s going to take you round the school, so you’ll be familiar with the classes.” He explained and turned to the other girl.

“Kulture, just take her around and make sure you don’t stay long, okay?

“Okay, sir.” She replied to him respectfully as they walked out. They looked shyly at each other, but Kulture spoke first.

“So, where are you from?”

“Ilupeju. Somewhere in the Ogun state.” Temi replied nicely.

“Wow! Are you from there?”

“Yes, what about you?”

“We’ll, I’m from Ibadan, but I refuse here with my parents. I was also born and brought up here as well. Kulture explained as she pointed to a building in front of them. The is Madam Pepper’s restaurant. Only lecturers eat there. Sometimes, they bring up students to join them as well. Most especially girls. Just a warning, beware of lecturers. None of them are completely innocent.

“Really?” Temi looked puzzled, thinking about what her new friend had just said. “What about Professor Abba?”

“Yeah, even him.” A small grin appeared on her face as she walked forward.

Temi felt startled as she followed Kulture. She took her around the school; to the school libraries, stadiums and other places.

“Can I get your number?” Kulture asked. “We definitely need to chat.”

An awkward silence reigned between them for a while.

“What’s it,Temi. Don’t you have a phone?” She looked stunned at Temi with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yes. I don’t have one.” She explained.

“Oh, I see. You really need to get a phone. Especially an Android, so you’ll be able to browse and study better on your own. Everyone has a phone, own one.” Kulture explained.

“Okay, I’ll tell my uncle about it.” Temi muttered.

“Okay, that’s good.” Kulture smiled and scrolled through her Samsung Galaxy S7. She took selfies with Temi and posted it on her WhatsApp status.

‘My new bestie.’

Temi widened her eyes in amazement.

“Wow! What app is this?”

“It’s WhatsApp. We chat and post stuff. Nothing important, but it’s very interesting to use.” She said sarcastically.

“Can you show me how it works?” Temi asked excitingly.

“Yes, sure. But not now. Let’s head back to Professor Abba’s office. Kulture smiled and held her arm. Although they were almost the same height, Temi was just 3 feet taller than her new friend. Kulture seemed to be a good friend, after all. They chattered, but it seems her new bestie was more of a blabbed mouth than a storyteller.

Later that day, Honorable Samuel came to pick her up. On their way back home, he took her to a shopping mall where Temi picked whatever she wanted. Most especially, the just important. A mobile phone.