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They are in front of Marie's desk, sketchpads in hand, they try to relay their ideas to a Marry who is breaking cooked groundnut. Sam makes his arguement, Kome hands his sketchpad to Sam, who also lays Kome's ideas bare. Marie is forming serious now, She's listening with a rapt attention, an attentiin, ruptured only by the groundnut she's breaking. Their conversation is overstretching, so i have to move my focus to Peter, who is sitting at the last but one column in the first by the right. This Row and Cokumn stuff is getting you confused right? Its getting me confused too, so i'd just scrap it. Hmmn, i just got a message from Global Harvest inviting me for a church programme, dont worry, Global harvest used to handout uncooked foodstuff and spices back when i was an Undergrad, so i and my roomies would usually head over there whenever we ran out of food stock.
Back to Peter jare, the Dude is in my team, he's hands are dancing from the keyboard to the mouse, i assume he is creating some visuals for our presentation later this evening, i assumed because he could as well be watching a movie, 'I swear game of thrones have enter that boy brain'. Anyways DJ Marie have changed the song to Omawunmi's 'Magbele'. Seun is sitted behind Peter, that one is a master strategist, i can bet with my life that he is busy with the powerpoint slides for our presentation, Oh! Seun part of my team too. Shola is sitting behind Seun, Shola is working on the second third of our visuals, Shola is a focused Lad, i have one advise for you jobless reader, be like Shola, get a life! But not before reading this to the end.
Somehow, i tend to notice Chinenye now, check that first list of names at the beginning of this story, you wont see Chinenye, so its either she just sneaked in while i was atyping or maybe, just maybe, i unobviously didnt notice her the first time. Whatever be the case sha, Chinenye go this easy going personae, but she can always come off as 'one kind strict, harsh person', choi perception is indeed stronger than reality. Kedman is sitted beside Chinenye, Kedman is Kedman, just a regular easy going dude who can fight Karate nurse business ideas like kilode, earlier today, Kedman taught me a Karate trick with which i can wring my hand out of the grisp of all those mannerless Yaba traders who keep grabbing pedestrians mannerlesly. Oh, grabbing as in not gropping oh, i mean wrist, hand grabbing, thank You.
Zazza is chilling at the very last row (forgive me, i dunno what to use instead of row, but i wont use column, i promise), cool guy too, short dude with tall ambitions (thats good enough if you ask me), before i can finish typing his scene, Zazza moves to Ify's seat, his hands accross her shoulder, its a semi-romantic affair, Zazza is grinning from ear to ear, Seun joins the fray, i think Seun likes Ify (lowkey, dont tell anyone i said so). Now the speakera are blarring 'One dance' that song that Drake used to yeye Wizkid.
Mr Lanre is at the last row, just beside Zazza, his laptop screen lays bare before him, Mr Lanre is an Art Director cum Painter, that guy can paint for Africa (not house painting o, i mean artistic painting as in graphiti and stuff). Enddy is sitted at the far back, i ssupect she is doing some deaign on Coreldraw. 2:14pm - As the curtain closes, Peter is standing accross Sald, showing Salad something on a Laptop, Zazza's hand is still across Ify's shoulder, and Kedman is standing beside Chinenye.
Damn! I just notice AY is even in the class, this brick wall just blocked my view of him. Thats his luck sha, afterall no be everybody go make heaven.
My name is @Rouvafe, i am supposed to be dancing to the beats of photoshop, creating the last third of my Team's visuals, but here i am standing at the podium, typing away at the kepad of my Infinix android mobile. Its not like i'm unserious oo, just that Seun is using my Laptop to do what he knows best - drafting the strategies we need to win the pitch this night and everyother night.
NB: I wont attempt to edit this writeup or whatever you deem it fit to be called. Nothing in life is perfect jare, this article not excluded.
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