"I want you to go with me to Sade's birthday party,” Yemi says. I look into her eyes and her eyes are focused on mine awaiting my response.  I don't like partying, I prefer staying in my hostel, watching films on my phone or going to school to read. Not that I have any problem with people that attend parties or people that go clubbing every Friday or Sunday, but those things are not my cup of tea. This is my second semester in this institution and I have attended only two parties. One was my hostel mate’s birthday, which I reluctantly attended. The second party was when Yemi's Boyfriend threw a surprise birthday party for her. I was one of the planners, so I had no choice but to attend.

        "Will you"? She asked me with a pleading face.  She continues before I reply, “Sade will be so happy to see you at her party,  you know how much she likes you right". Sade is a very good friend of mine though we aren’t as close as Yemi but she likes me a lot and I like her too. Despite the fact that she is from a rich home, she is still very humble and always makes us laugh anytime she is around.

         "I will think about it, since the party is next month. But you know our exams have been moved to next month. Hopefully, there won't be a clash of dates, as I’ll also be in full swing for the exams.” I say.

      "Of course". She replies. After many discussions about her boyfriend and many more, she  finally leaves my place around 6pm and  I see her off.

         I lay on my bed, I take my phone and I google  the singer whose sweet voice has been lingering in my head since I heard it. I check almost all the pictures of him on google and I watch almost all his music videos on YouTube until I exhaust my data. I am overwhelmed by his handsomeness and his vocal melody. I get all his social media usernames on google and I follow him on them.

         My eyes are wide open in the middle of the night,  when I am supposed to be asleep. I am unable to fall asleep, not because of any song noise or a disturbance from anything or anyone but because I can't get this mysterious voice off my head. Fresho's thoughts have occupied my mind and I find myself fantasizing about our togetherness. Since the period I heard his voice, I could not think straight. Even after I googled who he was to allay my curiosity, it worsened it.

     “ Omolara, what's going on with you? This is unlike you.” I say to myself while rolling back and forth on my bed.

        I am Rahmah Omolara Azeez. I am 22years old. I am studying Statistics in King Fahd University of Technology, Ogbomosho (KFU). I am from a very religious home and I am the first of two children, I have a younger brother Raheem Olaniyi Azeez. My family is not too well off but we are one happy family. My father is a civil servant and he is a responsible man to the core. My mother is a trader, she sells provisions, foodstuffs, some common medicines, etc. in short she is a jack of all trades. I was raised to believe that having a boyfriend or dating relationship generally is impermissible in our religion until one is ready for marriage, that doing so is a sin against God.

       What will my mother think of me if she knows I'm unable to fall asleep, because I am fantasizing about a hip-hop musician instead of reading my books? But I can’t help it. Even though I know all these fantasies in my head are next to impossible, my mind is still with him and it's driving me insane. Is this how having a crush on someone makes one feel? Because I am sure there is no way this could be love. Although, I have never had a crush or fallen in love with anyone before, so I don’t know the difference but I am still sure this is not love. I don't even know him, I have never met him before and I am not sure I will ever meet him. So what on earth is wrong with me?

           After counting the ceiling partitions over and over again for over an hour, I get up to drink water while battling my mind to let the boy be. But instead of it stopping, the thoughts still continue lingering on and on in my mind. I have a 7am lecture, so I am suppose to  sleep early but here I am, thinking about someone who doesn’t even know of my existence.

         Thank goodness I wake up early, I perform my prayers, warm my food, take my bath and I eat. I put on a tortilla brown buttoned down gown with a cinnamon brown belt to make it fit. I pair it with a light blue jean trouser and I wrap a cinnamon brown scarf. I carry a cinnamon brown bag and shoe to match it. I am a very simple girl but I pay attention to my fashion style. I always want to appear neat, classic and stand out wherever I go. I don't put on heavy makeup because I believe I am beautiful without it, so I just touch my face with powder and my lips with red lipstick. 

       Knowing Yemi will be here any moment, I rush myself so I won't delay her. It's 6:30am, we aren’t late yet. I hear Yemi's voice from outside shouting my name as usual and I dash out of my room. We exchange greetings and we head to school. 

         After our first lecture, I ask my class rep to explain the course that is giving me a hard time . He is our class guru, his first semester GPA was in first class. He explains the  topic to me and I understand it very well.