JOSHUA J. OMOJUWA argues the differences between both political parties
In my early years as a secondary school student in an all-boys school, I deployed one of the holidays into getting myself this girl. Then, writing her a letter seemed like an effective idea because she was gated 24/7. I wrote one and got someone to deliver it. The bearer had reported to me that a girl I used to like back in primary school now lived closer to our house. It felt natural that since he had an interest in the matter, he had to deliver it. He did. Job done, at least, so I thought.
The following Christmas, I paid an unsolicited visit to this girl and was introduced to her mum. I made that visit with another primary school mate. If you are wondering why we already liked girls at that time, please wonder. As children, we all had different levels of awareness. Ours just happened to be that we noticed beautiful girls. During the visit, the girl told her mum that, “the letter that was sent the other day? Joshua sent it!” pointing at me. Argh, that was probably the first time in my life I wished it was possible to make a disappearance without moving one’s legs. But I could not disappear. I mumbled words, part disclaimer, part what-did-I-do-wrong? Somehow, I survived that episode. I always remembered that girl as the one who took my letter and went to give her mum. My remembrance had no evil intent or anything of sort, it just was how I remembered her. It took almost three decades for me to realise I was wrong.