Musings of Esther

                    I had a conversation with a friend of mine recently. We covered a whole lot of subjects, you know, trying to fill each other in on the months lost. And as a lovaholic , i inquired about her love life and her response was: “don’t mind that boy jare, he  thinks I’m still that little girl he tutored for JAMB.” Apparently, my friend had some slight difficulty passing JAMB at first attempt, so her well-meaning parents got her this handsome corps member (at that time) to help beat some chemistry equations into her head. Whether it was his good looks or his teaching skills, I do not know, all I know is she passed jamb very well, read a pretty cool course and graduated successfully plus she is a beauty to behold and yet our dear brother hasn’t made a move yet. I tried probing further to find out what the exact problem was, after a while of what I like to term as the  lovaholic interrogation. I found out that my dear friend had been friend-zoned. Was I surprised? yes o