4. The In-between

I will gladly take up the argument that two weeks during school session and two weeks during holidays are not the same.

The way time went(quite an understatement)...spinned (now we're talking) off fast baffled me.

I watch the seconds-hand move, reassuring myself that we weren't in "Spy Kids: All the Time in World" situation--you know, sci-fi has a knuckle for coming true sometimes, like that of Teleportation did, It is now a possible way of transportation developed by Elon Musk.

Though it's not yet available for public use, Elon Musk Group of Companies are on a contract funded by the United Nations, to install the "transport tube" at least two par street in every country of the world. The transport tube through a mechanised process of cell division brings the body to the lowest unit of life; that is "cells" and then through a process called "hyperventilation", morphs back the cells together in the another tube in an area of choice. I heard the project is costing trillions of dollars,I just hope Nigeria gets theirs when others do. I'm tired of Lagos traffic.

P.S: I didn't say I was writing a sci-fi. if you believed that, I would highly recommend you enter the movie industry, your kind is on high demand there...thank you very much.

However, the two weeks was spent playing chess with myself(since my dad who is the only one that appreciates chess like I do was not around) and chit-chatting with the ever arguing Mr. James and Jones( I must really confess, their arguments are interestingly captivating, that really prompted a new philosophy; "you can never can tell how fun you are, until your mind shows you") and part of the time also with Temi, who teased me all way through.

Sometimes she would be like;

"Do you remember that smile of hers?"

She would use her elbows to create a support for her chin immediately after saying that--like she does that every time with the Joker's kind of smile stuck on her face.

I'll narrate one of the daily squabbles, banters and all that we(my imaginary friends and I) had within the two weeks of holidays.

It was about a question I popped up and consulted them for help with a solution, only for them to come up and argue tirelessly like co-wives.

"No...no...no..no, it's not necessary", Mr. James with a poise of confidence.

"Give the boy a break, pal. Don't tailor him to be a wimp like you, he gats to take the bull by the horn", Mr. Jones was demonstrating the moves of a bull fighter like that drunk man who bought a conventional toothpick for $1000 on Esbornge Alley(do me a favour...don't bother checking that up).

I couldn't help but chuckle. I decided to consult my imaginary friends on whether it will be advisable to meet Jenny and become friends with her-well...as always, both had different views on the matter.

"I'm not being a wimp, if he meets the girl, that would be selling himself cheap. The girl will count him amongst her numerous admirers and what makes you think the girl will accept him as a friend?. Be rational, bruh", James smirked with disdain.

"You are always full of yourself, you ain't thinking..."

"Enough guys, thanks for being so helpful", I said, stopping Mr. Jones midway, fully intending to sound sarcastic.

Musical Interlude: (plays "Corny" by Gil Joe, dances to the awe of.... himself only)

I know I'm not writing a drama but writer's block can sure do an awful lot...it happens even when you're telling your life story, it can make you do things.

I took me time to figure out the next event to write down...should have owned a dairy if not that it would have added a "lady's badge" to my nerd title already.

The "dam of writer's block" was sure built high enough, locking out the waters of inspiration from flowing. Well, in the end, the dam gats to be blown up, someway...somehow.

I miss those days when my art of writing flowed like an incessant stream of water. Back then in junior secondary, I wrote stuffs a lot; poems, articles and what have you. It helped me a lot though, I "wrote" my way out of trouble. Well, I'll spare you the details of my days of mischief (ermm....mostly because I've forgotten them).

Moving on, two days to departure, I was done with most of the preparation and everything, probably because I got excited about the trip after spending a boring week at home.

I forgot to tell you guys that E-mail was sent to my dad--and oh, remind me never to fill in, my dad's email address as "parents' email" when filling a form.

He "saw" the email three days to the trip. My school was assigned to go to Lekki Conservation Centre. I've heard of the place though I've never been there.

I went into research immediately my dad called and delivered the info to my mom as he was away on a business trip. Lekki Conservation Centre which is found in Lekki, Lagos State, Nigeria is a 78- hectare(190-acre)...(Now, this is what you can browse up on Wikipedia for details, I tend to give too much details which will probably bore most of you, I don't want you burying your handsome dogs next--too much details kills the dog).

Two days to departure, my mom was already giving me safety rules and tips. It got to a point that whenever she wants to start, I would take over from her to tell that I still remember.

Temi came over on the day we were to leave for school coz her parents were busy, which meant that my mom had to take us both. I would have taken a taxi or trekked to school with the luggage and all or better still, rode on the Sultan of Sokoto's horse to school if I knew what was forth coming.