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.
To continue the narrative...
