Story of the Pretty Girl I Met in the University

 

Story of the Pretty Girl I Met in the University

I went to the university to learn things, and other than that, I had nothing else on my mind. It's possible that luck won't come just because we hope for it. Since I had no idea what I would receive at the university, the saying "omeho kaye tjaerwa okumuna otjiṋa tji tji ha horekerwe" came to mind as to how this could possibly occur to me. Indicating that if something is not hidden, eyes won't be denied seeing it. Before Dr. Simasiku's class, which is the one I enjoy attending the most, in the early morning at Khomasdal Campus, I noticed this stunning Kwambi girl heading to the library. I make the decision to go to the library so I can spy on her there. She became more attractive as I got closer to her, but when I requested her number, she ignored me while accepting my greeting.

My thoughts kept returning to the fact that I needed to take action in order to get her number. While someone who merely sits around will never be successful at anything, someone who actively searches will probably uncover something beneficial. I did not pay attention to the class throughout that time. I was considering that beautiful lady.  I returned home while contemplating her because the night had been quite lengthy. I want to return and consider how I will approach her the following day. The girl was my senior; I didn't realize until much later that she was in her second year and I was in my first.

I believe I woke up early the following morning at 5:30 a.m. It was really dim. The humid summer air made me resent that I can't put off getting up. Sometimes growing up stinks. The dark room screamed back! Everything was dispersed everywhere as if they were all resisting waking awake. Since I did not have time to speak with the lovely Kwambi girl which was not a problem because I was already interested in her I was unaware of her tribe and did not take into account any rumours about her tribe.

"Wake up, man." I had a dream that someone had told me it was time. My ears felt as though cold iron had been poured into them. And all of a sudden, my forehead started to feel heated. This comforting caress that a woman can give. ‘I understand that leaving home is difficult, but you must leave to continue I was dreaming. I got ready and left to meet my friend at the University of Namibia's Khomasdal campus. We were traveling from my house to the Khomasdal campus. I was ready to search for the beautiful girl. The taxi arrived at 6:25. The escalator shook.

My hopes of the taxi being late were dashed, I realized. I boarded the taxi and we drove to Khomasdal. I sat down in my chair while still feeling tired in the hopes of having a pleasant dream. I immediately went to the DH Dining Hall to see if I could find her there. While there, I sat down next to Mr. Rutjindo, also known as Mr. K. K, who began chatting with me about the Okakarara girl who had caused him to misplace his computer charger and whom Mr. Tjaveondja had expressed interest in speaking with. As I made a right turn, I grumbled something. At that moment, I noticed a stunning Kwambi girl eating silently while keeping her jaw still.

Oh, dude! What a stunning woman. Round face, fair skin, and bright eyes. I went crazy looking at her coal-black Kwambi. I thought she was more attractive than Miss Namibia of that year while sitting away through the next window in the hallway. When she addressed the man seated in front of me as "Mr. Musutua," her attractive voice drove me bonkers. I couldn't stop staring at her. She turned around, her eyes glistening. I was more irritated by the internal struggle I was having. Or not to approach her. As usual, I came up short. I only ever become fixated on a stranger female for those four hours, believing I would never see her again. If I release her without speaking to her or obtaining her phone number. Then I cross the most stunning young woman. Ever.

Everyone makes oneself look better by imagining that other people see them the same way. She may not have understood what I wanted, but I really wanted it. I would say woman rather than girl. The woman who gave me a big smile at the whole is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. I first noticed her early in the morning. I adore Ms. H. Temoteus and her attractiveness, and she is the most BEAUTIFUL person I have ever seen.

I couldn't recall exactly where my lessons were that week. I did recall the time period, but I was picturing a stunning woman. One day, I was already running behind schedule; my 2 o'clock class had already begun, and I had just arrived at her class to ask for her phone number. I wasn't sure if she would give it to me because she didn't mind when I called her when I was in the DH. I was trying to check through the door, but since Dr. Julius was giving a lecture in the class, I could check adequately.

I suddenly saw a short, skinny female passing by me. Although I couldn't see her face, she had handbooks that her lecturer had given her. I reasoned that she must be enrolled in the same class. Then casually walked after her. The DH was a three-minute walk from the library, and I knew she would panic if she saw me following her for such a long distance.

The little girl was clothed entirely in black, and you could see the stray hairs flying out of the ponytail that had been haphazardly pulled back into a ponytail. I stared directly into her dark, smouldering eyes as she spun around to gaze at the person she believed had been stalking her through her spectacles. Eyes with a little concerned expression and an absence of shine in the proper proportion. Eyes that might seduce you without your knowledge. I urged her to introduce me to her class's most attractive student. She queries who that Hilya or person is. I remarked, "I don't know her; perhaps she is that one."

I was so confused that I missed seeing her face the beautiful girl. Those smouldering eyes were all I could think about. We've read and watched so much about it that to mention it now would seem too clichéd. However, all romance begins with that first glance. She must have noticed the books I was holding and realized I wasn't a stalker, just another classmate. She entered the room as I did, and as the lecturer started introducing English terms, the image of a lovely girl's grin grew more alluring and I started to give it a lot of thought.

I was running late again the next day. The girl with the black eyes ran past me once more as I descended at the university. It is a well-known truth that latecomers tend to show up rather frequently, and she shouted, "Hilya omumati omuherero ngwali tekupula ohela oye nguno." I don't want to reveal her name, but a stunning woman asked her in Oshiwambo, "okwahala shee?" Another girl said, "I do know okwekuhala mbela." The attractive woman wore all white today, including a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a pair of sky blue jeans. I had a strong urge to look into her eyes. She has an attraction of any kind, but on that day I was thinking about those troubled eyes was killing me. She turned around again today, shocking me by allowing me to see her face when I had thought I would never be able to go past those eyes. I asked for her phone number, but she refused to give it to me once more. She did behave improperly toward me, but she refused to give me her phone number.

She had baby-like features, sparkling white skin, and a short, blunt nose that split her round cheeks. These were, by a long shot, the biggest inflated cheeks I had ever seen. She had the most visible smoulder on her nose, giving off the impression that something was wrong. I'm aware that this sounds awful to the ears, but that's how I felt at the time. I'm not sure why. She is taking longer to give me her phone number.

After several months passed, the lovely girl offered me her phone number. I finally made the decision to call her and tell her the truth about who I am and what I want from her. I was given her phone number, but she did not take me. I had been coming to her whenever I saw her and whenever I had something to give in order to show her my affection. She finished her academics earlier than I did when she was my senior. After she finished her studies in my senior year, I tried to contact her but was unable for four months. Actually, I decided to send her a Whatsapp message because her phone number was invalid.

I requested that she respond as soon as she received the message because I still needed to talk to her. After a month, she responded, "Sorry, I'm not used to being on the network, but I got a temporary job at one school here in the Ongandjera areas. But I'm sorry still I'm not available for you now if God made us be together, don't worry, but not now." I'm not ready to be in a relationship with you right now but don't worry, we can still be friends if that's not the case. I've been attempting to contact her with the same tale for seven years since nothing can stop you from searching for someone you love.

The narrative is lovely and lengthy. We communicate well and I still love her. The lovely woman has only grown more lovely, and she works as a teacher somewhere in the Anamulenge constituency of Outapi.

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