With Lukas Graham's Take the World by Storm playing in my ears, I enjoyed my ride on the shuttle while browsing on my phone.

I couldn't stop smiling.

My second episode was blowing up like crazy. Everyone was talking about it, especially the story about the last two couples. By the time Monday rolled in, the news had spread. DC had taken immediate action. After a thorough investigation into my claims, Prof. Amegah and T.A. Stanford were fired from the university despite their flimsy attempts to defend themselves. The two ladies involved in both issues had also been expelled.

I heard Stanford cried and begged that it was the hand of the devil that pushed him into this situation. But even his desperate pleas could not save him.

These new developments buzzed everywhere on campus and social media, displaying varying views. While others condemned my moves, calling them unethical and an invasion of privacy, others sang my praises and hailed me for bringing to light the dirty deeds people were trying so hard to keep under wraps.

My X dm's were practically overflowing now. People no longer waited for me to bring the tea. They were rather sending me the tea! Screenshots, voice notes, videos. Some of them even begged for me to feature their own stories in my next episode.

As the shuttle came to a stop at the Science Station, I hopped off and opened one of the new messages I'd received, reading as I walked.

Dear Wahala-ship,

Thank you for exposing Prof. Amegah. I've known about his nocturnal activities for some time now. However, I couldn't tell anyone about it because... well, I feared they wouldn't believe me. But your podcast has given me the courage to step up. In fact, I know two other lecturers in that same department who are doing the same thing. They are—

"Oouff!"

A figure suddenly bumped into me and I staggered backwards.

"Oh, I'm so sor..." The rest of the apology died off as Salomey turned, cleavage and all, glaring as she adjusted her shirt.

"Bitch, watch yourself!"

"Right back at you!" I frowned, plucking out my AirPods. "Were you so blind that you couldn't move?"

"Me? Blind?" She just scoffed with a laugh. "Says the person who can't see that her *half-caste boyfriend is gay."

The jab sliced through me. "Don't call him that! And f.y.i, my boyfriend is not gay!"

"Yeah, right." Elorm, Salomey's minion, released a chuckle, "Keep telling yourself that."

They were both about to turn when I said in retaliation, "Well, at least I'm not a cheat! Unlike some people."

Salomey's jaw clenched, eying me condescendingly. "Hw3 no. (Look at her.) Who do you think you are?"

The one who turned you into a laughing stock! The sentence was at the tip of my tongue.

"Just ignore her, Sal." Elorm grabbed her friend's arm. "She's not worth it."

"Oh, you're one to talk." My tone grew defensive. "Considering all you do is follow her around like some hungry lapdog."

Elorm's nostrils flared, but before she could say something, Salomey jumped in. "Look, if you don't shut up, eh?"

"You'll do what? Beat me?" I goaded. "With those chicken limbs of yours? Hah, I'd like to see you try."

Then Salomey lurched forward, attempting to grab my blouse, but I pushed her back, and she hit Elorm instead, causing her wig to move.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" A campus security man quickly intervened, a frown etched onto his forehead. "Break it up. Now!"

"She started it!" Salomey snapped, pointed an accusing finger at me.

"I don't care who started it. All three of you should leave, right now! Go!"

Shooting them one last glare, I picked up my fallen AirPod and walked in the opposite direction.

*****

Later that day...

Once again, Diane was late for our study session at the library.

Usually, I wouldn't mind. But I wanted someone to talk to. The whole encounter with Salomey and Elorm was eating at me.

Especially what they said about Ruben.

I dropped the book I was forcing myself to read.

Ruben and I have been dating for almost three years now. When we first started the relationship, we were both freshers in a new environment, and I, in particular, wanted to take things slow. So, sex was off the table; I made that clear to him. And Ruben was one hundred percent cool with it. Even up till now, he has never pressured me for sex, and I appreciate him for that. But that couldn't mean he's gay... right?

Diane suddenly walked into the cubicle I'd booked for our study session.

"Hey, you're late." I sat up. "Did something happen at a Capella rehearsal?"

"No, it's just..." She settled down with a sigh, rubbing her hands over her face. "It's Kwadwo."

"Ok. What about him?"

Diane absent-mindedly toyed with the hem of her textbook. "He wants me to help him ask Horlali to be his girlfriend."

"Ah." I frowned. "Why does he need your help to ask her to be his girlfriend?"

"He wants to do it like one of those big romantic gesture things. And since I'm the only other girl in the group, he wants my opinion on it."

"Oh, Diane." To comfort her, I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. This was someone she'd been pining over for years. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling right now. "Does Horlali like him?"

"I don't know," she huffed. "Maybe, yes. They get along very well, so I won't be surprised if she likes him too. And who wouldn't like Kwadwo? He's charming, and he sings like an angel."

Diane sighed again. "The entire shuttle ride here, this thing has been bugging me. Cuz I don't even know what to tell him."

"Just tell him the truth. Be brutally honest. That this is a dumb idea and it won't work out."

"Are you crazy, Naa?" She pulled away. "That could hurt his feelings."

"But he's hurting yours right now!" I countered.

"Because he doesn't know how I feel about him!"

"So, tell him."

"I can't! Not when I know that he likes Horlali. Do you want him to reject me?"

"Ahe-ahem!"

We both turned to the cubicle entrance.

Ms. Barimah stood with her hand on her hip. A stark reminder that we were in the library. She silently brought a finger to her lips.

"Sorry," I whispered.

Shooting us a look that basically said, 'If I hear another word again, I'll be back,' the elderly woman pivoted on her heel.

The moment she left, Diane flipped open her textbook. "Let's just study, please."

Respecting her wish, I opened mine too and forced myself to read.

*****

*half-caste – an offensive word describing a person who has one parent from a different race.

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