Why I Want To Be Bad 1




My name is Funmi. A 19 years old in my first year at the Yaba College of Technology, simply known as Yaba-Tech. All my life I’ve been behind locked doors, literally speaking. My dad had made sure of that, well, not until about three months ago when I got admission at Yaba-Tech.

Dad, as expected had made sure I schooled in Lagos so it would be easy to lock me up for a longer time but after much persuasion or about a month, he finally agreed to let me stay at school but with certain conditions which included I visited home every weekend and I stayed off-campus in any lodge of his choice. It wasn’t a really fair deal but it was sure faired that going to school from home daily.

I left home for school about a day ago which was a Sunday. The sun that’s particular day was scorching hot perhaps because of the “Sun” in Sunday or something. Dad had made sure I followed him to church and he had taken me to see the priest privately who prayed for me, advised me and all of that crap. Pardon me but I’m not keen on the religion thing.

Dad drove for four straight hours with very minimal traffic on the road before finally cruising through the gates of a three story building. Far enough, I thought.

The building was painted ash and brown with a really stylish flower impression pasted all over the walls. Its “U” shape gave it a uniquely nice look. “Not bad,” I murmured as I quickly scanned the lodge.

“Its Mega Hilton,” Dad said as though he heard me.

“What?” I asked, not really getting his point.

“Mega Hilton,that’s the name of the lodge,” he explained.

“Oh! Okay.” I replied as I opened the door and walked to the car trunk to take out my box. Dad had already furnished my apartment some day back so all I really had to carry was my box of clothes, a small cute pink 20 inches long box, and my laptop which had a bad of its own and don’t worry, its black, not pink.

By the time I had pulled the box out of the car, I heard the sexiest baritone voice ever, “I can help you if only you ask nicely,” he said.

I turned to look at the person who spoke and my eyes were welcomed by a very warm smile. He was well built, slightly taller than me and was putting on a complete Real Madrid kit with a knapsack which I suspected was home to his football spikes. I watch a lot of football and I’m a Barcelona fan so I wasn’t really impressed by the jersey.

“I’m just kidding,” he said, snapping me back to reality. I had been lost in my thoughts thinking about why he couldn’t have supported any other club at all.

“You okay?” He asked.

“YeaIAmGreat.” I finally replied, rushing my words and making them sound like just one word. I was nervous and you know how some people stammer when they are angry? Well this is what I do when I’m nervous.

“So…?” He asked, looking at me as if I was supposed to know what he was talking about.

“So what?” I asked.

“The box and you asking me ni…”

“Funmilayo!” My dad suddenly interrupted. I had forgotten he was still there, he had an inquisitive love on his face.

“Good afternoon sir, I’m Maxwell,” the Madrid-Jersey-wearing-guy said, his sexy baritone voice had been replaced by a confident baritone voice. “Seems you’re new here, I was just offering to help with the box and show you around,” he added as he noticed my dad inquisitive look was still on.

“Oh! Alright,” Dad said after a few seconds of silence. “You live here right?”

“Yes sir,” he replied.

“Okay, take us to room 39.” Dad said with a note of finality. He always does that, he likes bossing people around.

“Sure, that’s just directly above my room,” Maxwell replied with a grin and I can swear he stylishly winked at me in a way only me saw it. I smiled.

He picked up the box and led the way through the northern stairway, Mega Hilton has three stairways all leading upstairs, the architect of the building sure knew what he was doing. There were exactly 63 apartments so that explains the “Mega” in its name.

Maxwell left once he had dropped the box at the door, he said something about being late for training and encouraging me to ask him for anything at all if I’m in need. My dad pulled him aside and after saying somethings silently to him, he took Maxwell’s number and that was it, Maxwell was gone. I was sure dad was probably giving Maxwell the “can I trust you speech?” And also telling Maxwell to keep an eyes on me, being bossy again, like I said, he always does that. Dad left shortly afterwards.

I had a feeling I was going to be be seeing Maxwell a lot and he was probably going to try and do as my dad said, watching over me but that wasn’t a big deal, all I knew was I finally had my freedom.



Before I introduce myself or do any of all that formalities let me start by saying this, Maxwell is a child of God and a born again Christian. Not joking.

Now, for the formalities, my name is Maxwell, just in case you haven’t figured that out yet. I’m a 3rd Year Computer Science student at Yaba-Tech and I love Jesus. Still not joking.

My hobbies include going to church on Sundays, Wednesdays for mid-week service and Saturdays – seriously still not joking, I drum for my church choir, I don’t sing at all, singing isn’t my strong point but nevertheless, its safe to say I’m a chorister. So since technically, I’m a chorister, and the choir practice on Saturdays, I have to be at church every Saturday, so that explains the Saturday church going.

My other hobbies include reading, although this don’t apply to academic books which actually matters. I can read anything and basically everything, let me just say I’m one of those people who actually read the Terms and Conditions when opening a twitter account and I even go as far as reading the ingredients on the Dove Rich Nourishing Body Moisturiser, did you know they used an acid to make the body cream, Linoleic Acid to be specific, not exactly your ideal hazardous acid but hey! Its still an acid.

And finally I love football – repping Real Madrid FC and Music. Just like reading, I listen to everything except Justin Beiber and One direction. I fucking loathe them! Tiny gay things. My opinion.

Basically, I live a simple and God fearing life or at least I try to, just that the issues of the flesh can be so overwhelming sometimes. I’m handsome, really comfortable financially and talented – I play four musical instruments really well. Although I love the dude, my room mate, Henry, is a free spirited do-whatever-I-like-and-take-life-unseriously stoner, so you can only imagine how hard my life is.

I have two girlfriends. Amaka, a really slutty girl and fun girl who nags a lot and Mary-anne, a really churchy girl who compared to Amaka is no fun. The irony of this is I met Amaka at a church and Mary-anne at a night club. Looks can be deceiving.

Just between you and I, I don’t love neither of them, I just like them, I really like them. I’ve never really believed in love, I don’t think its the way people portray it, you know those people who regard love as a do or die affair and all of that. Me? I just try to balance my life and do whatever makes me happy but something unusual happened yesterday.

I was going for training. I’m on my departmental football team and we had the Dean’s Cup forthcoming. So we had to train if we wanted to retain bragging rights for an additional session. Yes, we are the current champions.

Anyway, as I walked out of the stairway into the quadrangle of the building, I lived in Mega Hilton, my eyes stumbled upon the prettiest thing I had ever seen. “It” was a girl. An about 5.8 feet tall beauty cladded in a dark blue jean and a light blue flower patterned top, thinking of it now, it’s really just a casual wear but it looked angelic at that moment.

She was struggling with a ridiculously ugly pink box, it was so big that from my calculations, two people her size could enter the box if they were keen to… Okay I’m just exaggerating but it was really big. Get my point?

The box was a good distraction but not good enough to totally distract me from the beauty that wielded it. I was no doubt attracted to her at first sight and as I watched in amusement as she struggled to pull the box out of the trunk, I felt butterflies in my stomach… Whatever that means.

If I was dumb enough to believe love exists and maybe go as far as believing love at first sight, I would have said this is one of those love-at-first-sight scenarios, but gladly, I’m not dumb. Love do not exist.

“I can help you if you ask nicely,” I said as I walked up to her. I finally decided standing and staring at her wasn’t a genius idea.

As soon as I said that, she gave me The Look. The Look as I call it is the first look of surprise a girl gives me when I try to act sexy and funny, you see, I don’t really look like the sweet talker kind of guy so I get The Look always.

“I’m just kidding,” I said to break the ear deafening silence that followed. The Look always made me slightly uncomfortable.

“You okay?” I added.

“YeaIAmGreat,” she finally replied rather fast. A quick tongue, I assumed.

“So…?” I asked, trying to bring back the box topic.

“So what?” She asked.

“The box and you asking me ni…” I was about to say when her dad who I hadn’t noticed at all interrupted me.

“Funmilayo,” he had said. I naturally assumed the Lady in blue was who he was referring to. Funmilayo, nice name, I thought.

“Good afternoon sir, I’m Maxwell,” I said as I noticed the inquisitive look on his face. I got no reply but I further read the look on his face and it seemed like he was asking me “so what can I do for you?”

“Seems you are new here, I was just offering to carry the box and show you around,” I replied the unanswered question.

“Oh! Alright. You live here right?” He finally asked, out loud this time.

“Yes sir.”

“Okay, take us to room 39.” He said authoratively. I beamed out of joy as I heard this.

“Sure, that’s just directly above my room,” I said and then played a risky card. I quickly winked at Funmi, hoping her dad won’t notice. He didn’t and Funmi smiled. I picked up the box and lead the way.

On getting to her room door, I suddenly remembered I was late for training and had to hurry so I gave Funmi the usual formality lines and just as I was about to go, he dad pulled me aside. My heart skipped a beat. He definitely saw the wink and wanted to warn me or even at worse threaten me to leave his daughter or something like that. I shouldn’t have winked.

“There are good people and there are bad people, Maxwell are you a good person?” He asked me in a very low tone. I was surprised by the question but nodded in the affirmative.

“I want to trust you, can I do that?” He asked.

“Errr… Yes sir, you can,” I found myself saying. I probably replied out of curiosity. I personally won’t advice anybody to trust anybody at all, especially not me because, well, my ways are quite complex.

“Oluwafunmilayo is my only daughter, my jewel and my last kid. Take care of her for me.” He said and I could see from looking at his eyes that he trusted me fully already. How can people trust so easily? I thought, perhaps everyone has a breaking point, my subconscious replied.

“I’ll do my best sir,” I replied, that’s the best answer I could come up with.”

“Good. I know you would. Give me your phone number so I can call you from time to time to check on things,” he said and gave me his number, “feel free to call me anytime too for any assistance you might need,” he added.

I gave him the number and left with one thought on my mind… Would Funmi go to church with me?

I’m still not joking, or am I?.


Author’s Note

This work is not properly edited so be sure to find typographical and grammatical errors every now and then, kindly ignore them as you are reading the raw copy, but don’t get worried, the errors have been reduced to a minimal, that is to the best of my knowledge.

Kindly drop your views using the comment box and I make new posts at two day intervals.

Thanks for reading.


12 thoughts on “Why I Want To Be Bad 1” by chistar01 (@chistar01)

  1. Maxwell a born again Christian? Probably not.
    I almost did not want to continue reading this after the first line when the girl confesses that she was happy to be free of her dad. I thought it would be one of those pieces with teenage girls as the main characters,
    I am glad i read it through however. Maxwell added depth to the story, and I look forward to reading the next part.
    I will not talk about errors because you have said it is a raw draft. Cheers

    1. Yes, I think this story was saved because of Maxwell and his input into the story earlier on.

  2. Okay, but maxwell u sure say u be born again christian, i dought it wt 2 girl friends.

  3. well, i look forward to reading more.

  4. The dual character perspective was very nicely done. As for the storyline, Folakemi and bolalem have said it all. Most times everyone wants to think of themselves as a good person even if they are not. You have excellently portrayed that common human trait.

  5. Boy meets girl…. I love this. I love Maxwell. Real Madrid Fan yaaay. Doesn’t listen to Justin beiber or one direction.. triple yes!!! Lol
    I’m waiting to see how things unfold. We will be getting both of their point of view. I already love the rich girl, protected father and a regular football player concept. I am interested.

    Nicely written too. And easy to follow along

  6. nice…..love your style of writing, conversational with a sense of humor Bt nt too much of it ………would really love to see how the story progresses ….thumbs up

  7. Was looking for a ‘like’ button to hit,but since i found none,i just stopped by to say ‘wow’.

  8. Nice one. Moving on to the part two shortly. :)
    Won’t stay on the error matter…but I must admit they took out a little of the fun for me.
    I really like the way we get to see both perspectives…Funmi slightly gets on my nerves however.
    Maxwell absolutely amuses me though. I get this feeling like he’s either delusional or just out to make us laugh. We’ll sha see.
    Well done. ^_^

  9. I was totally flowing with Maxwell oh cause I also read anything and everything (I was like see my kindred spirit) then he said he hated 1d…… but come oh what is it with naija boys and foreign male singers make una stop the hate nah.

  10. Good one but you mentioned you are deeper life and your father taking you to a priest? Deeper don’t have priest though.

  11. Well done.

    Keep on writing.

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