After Joy hung up the phone, she sent me the names of the three people in our group: Joy Lara, Tessica Sawyer, and Adebayo O. Williams.
At first, I had no idea who that was. She didn't provide a number or any further details, so I had to start making phone calls. And let me tell you, it wasn't easy.
I asked my roommates—who are physiology students—if they knew any Williams, but none of them had a clue. They searched through the entire class group chat, scrolling endlessly, still nothing. At that point, I was hoping the name would magically pop up, but nope.
So, I called the class rep, figuring he'd have the holy grail of answers. Wrong.
Even he didn't know who Adebayo Williams was.
It felt like I was chasing a literal ghost. Nobody had a clue.
After what felt like an eternity of searching, I finally figured out that Adebayo Williams was a transfer student. Progress! Or so I thought.
I went back to the class rep and asked for the contact details of transfer students. He sent me a list, but when I opened it, my jaw almost dropped—too many names.
What in the world? Why are people transferring so much? I get that school is hard, but come on! At this point, the transfer rate was starting to look like a football transfer window. And let's be honest, physiology isn't any easier anywhere else. It's a heavy-duty workload, no matter what school you're in.
At that point, I was exhausted. My brain was fried. My phone was dying. I decided to pause the search and pick it up the next day.
Later that evening...
Around 8:30 PM, Joshua landed at our house. As soon as he walked in, we greeted him, already excited because Joshua doesn't just show up empty-handed.
And we were right.
He brought food.
Rice and chicken from Testimoni. And you know how much I and my girls valued food right.
Now, let me explain something—this was rare for us. Extremely rare.
We had officially gone from "money" to "broke" this semester. Second-year was slapping us left and right. It was like every time we turned around, there was another bill to pay, another expense to worry about. School fees, handouts, textbooks, unexpected contributions—we were drowning.
So, when Joshua showed up with free food, it felt like Christmas.
The moment he placed the bag down, we attacked it. No shame.
We sat down, savoring every bite. It's not like we can't buy foods this expensive for ourselves, we can but we always finish our pocket money within the first month of resumption.
But of course, the peace didn't last long.
Because soon enough, the conversation circled back to the one person who never seemed to leave us alone—not even for a single day.
Daræy.
Our very own Drama King.
At this point, it was like he had a permanent VIP pass to our lives. And once again, we were back to talking about him.
"What's up with Daræy?" Irene asked, clearly fishing for more information.
Joshua, who usually had something to say, let out a long, tired sigh before speaking. "Honestly, I don't know. Daræy is usually well-kept and understandable, but this time... the guy beat our expectations."
"He really did," Biancus added, nodding like a wise old man.
Then Joshua leaned forward, lowering his voice like he was about to spill some top-secret classified information.
"Look, none of us like Anita. Even Justin, who's been acting protective of her? He doesn't actually care about her. He just wants to f* her and throw her away."**
"Obviously," Irene scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Joshua shot her a look—the 'I'm not done talking' glare—before continuing.
"But the fact that Daræy stopped him from doing that? That just made Justin mad. At some point, he realized the girl was bad for his friend and that people were talking behind his back, so he decided to let Daræy break up with her. But the way Daræy broke up with her? That was messed up. Sending her away like that despite the weather? Nah, that wasn't right. That's why Justin got mad all over again.
"Now, I'm not in support of Justin fighting his friend over a girl who isn't worth it, but I'm also not in support of Daræy treating a girl like that either."
"What a gentleman," Light teased.
"Man-num," Ruth said in Igbo, praising him for his reasoning.
"My 001," I added, also showing appreciation, while Biancus just stared at us like we were hooligans.
Then, Irene dropped a bombshell.
"We all know he really broke up with Anita because she used her dirty, cheating lips to kiss his lips—the very same lips that Tessamy, our dear friend, has blessed."
Oh. My. God.
This girl!
"You know what? Daræy is not my problem right now," I said quickly, shutting down the conversation before it could escalate. "My problem right now is Adebayo O. Williams."
Joshua turned to me. "What's wrong with that person?" he asked.
"Do you know him?" I asked back, hope rising in my chest.
"Yes," he answered.
Oh, thank God.
"He's the last person in my group, and I have to send him the presentation slides so we can practice tomorrow—Saturday—before presenting on Monday. Please give me his number."
Then Joshua did something unexpected.
He burst into laughter.
Loud, uncontrollable laughter.
We all looked at each other, confused. What was so funny?
Light, ever the comedian, clapped her hands together. "It's a sign."
After what felt like an eternity, Joshua finally calmed down, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.
Then he spoke:
"That's Daræy. Adebayo O. Williams is Daræy. Or should I say, Daræy is Adebayo O. Williams?"
...
Silence.
We all paused in shock, letting that information settle. Then, just like that, my friends burst into their own round of laughter.
Meanwhile, I just sat there, staring at Joshua, my mind racing.
Like... seriously?
Of all the people in this entire school, why am I suddenly crossing paths with this guy?
Lord, is this a sign?
Because if it is, I might need an explanation.