I think I'm kind of obsessed with someone's boyfriend—not even gonna lie. His name is Devon Topaz, and for some reason, I just can't get over him.
He's tall, dark-skinned, and honestly, there's just something about the way he looks at me. One Saturday evening, I went to their hostel to charge my phone, and that's when it happened—he looked me straight in the eye and told me I looked beautiful. He just kept staring at me. I had to step outside for a bit, and when I came back in, there he was… sitting next to his girlfriend.
Now don't get me wrong—she's not ugly or anything. But she's just not it. She's not the girl for him. Like, girl, seriously. Maybe I sound bitter, but I think I'm actually jealous. I saw them again this evening, and all I could think was: Why are they still together? Can't they just break up already?
I mean, I'm not even in love with him… right? Just a little obsessed. But then again, why do I feel sad seeing them together? This is so confusing.
After charging my phone that night, I was walking back to the girls' hostel when I saw him again. I quickly lowered my head like I didn't notice him. But he called out to me, "Hazel, how are you feeling?"
I said I was fine. Then he told me he hadn't seen me today, which I knew was a lie because I'd definitely seen him with Blair, his so-called girlfriend. He must've seen me too when I passed by earlier.
He asked if I was going to bed, so I told him no, I was just going to stay outside a little longer. Then he asked if I wasn't cold. I said no. When I asked him the same, he said yes.
I smiled a little and told him, "Sorry." Then—out of nowhere—he asked for my number.
And yes, I gave it to him. Politely.
He told me I had cute dimples and that I was beautiful. I felt a blush creeping onto my face, but I tried to hide it. We chatted for a while, then I told him good night and went inside.
As soon as I got to my room, I messaged him—but he didn't reply. He wasn't online, so I figured his phone was off because of the power outage.
The next morning, Sunday, I got up, said my morning prayers, fetched water, did some chores, took a bath, and had breakfast. After everything, I checked my phone again. Still no reply. Still offline.
So I took a nap.
By 3 PM, I was awake again and on my way to charge my phone, but I heard the generator was about to go off—just my luck. I turned back to the hostel feeling frustrated.
When I got there, I heard some shocking news: our school, along with other polytechnics, was going on strike. Something about the government refusing to increase minimum wage. According to the Nigeria Labour Congress, all members of the Academic Staff Union of Polytechnics (ASUP) were ordered to comply starting Monday, 3rd June 2025
I was devastated. A strike? Now?
That evening, I went to a nearby bar to use the Wi-Fi. Luckily, I ran into some of my friends there. We exchanged greetings, sat together, and talked a little. As soon as I connected to the Wi-Fi, boom—his message popped up.
"How are you doing?"
I smiled and replied, "I'm fine."
Later that night, I returned to the hostel and took my charger and extension to plug in my phone. I was secretly hoping to see Devon again—but he wasn't there. I went outside to get some fresh air. It was too stuffy inside, and I needed a moment.
I waited… hoping.
But he didn't show up.
Eventually, I went back inside to check my phone—and then I saw him.
Oh. My. God.
He looked so handsome. That yellow sweatshirt he wore? It suited him too well. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was literally mesmerized. I was falling, and I didn't even realize it until my head bumped into something and I fell to the ground.
I burst out laughing, completely embarrassed.
He walked away before I could even say hi.
I kept staring at the door he walked through, heart fluttering. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Devon Topaz. What are you doing to me?
I think I'm kind of obsessed with someone's boyfriend—not even gonna lie. His name is Devon Topaz, and for some reason, I just can't get over him.
He's tall, dark-skinned, and honestly, there's just something about the way he looks at me. One Saturday evening, I went to their hostel to charge my phone, and that's when it happened—he looked me straight in the eye and told me I looked beautiful. He just kept staring at me. I had to step outside for a bit, and when I came back in, there he was… sitting next to his girlfriend.
Now don't get me wrong—she's not ugly or anything. But she's just not it. She's not the girl for him. Like, girl, seriously. Maybe I sound bitter, but I think I'm actually jealous. I saw them again this evening, and all I could think was: Why are they still together? Can't they just break up already?
I mean, I'm not even in love with him… right? Just a little obsessed. But then again, why do I feel sad seeing them together? This is so confusing.
After charging my phone that night, I was walking back to the girls' hostel when I saw him again. I quickly lowered my head like I didn't notice him. But he called out to me, "Hazel, how are you feeling?"
I said I was fine. Then he told me he hadn't seen me today, which I knew was a lie—because I'd definitely seen him with Blair, his so-called girlfriend. He must've seen me too when I passed by earlier.
He asked if I was going to bed. I told him no, I was just going to stay outside a little longer. Then he asked if I wasn't cold. I said no. When I asked him the same, he said yes.
I smiled a little and told him, "Sorry." Then—out of nowhere—he asked for my number.
And yes, I gave it to him. Politely.
He told me I had cute dimples and that I was beautiful. I felt a blush creeping onto my face, but I tried to hide it. We chatted for a while, then I told him good night and went inside.
As soon as I got to my room, I messaged him—but he didn't reply. He wasn't online, so I figured his phone was off because of the power outage.
The next morning, Sunday, I got up, said my morning prayers, fetched water, did some chores, took a bath, and had breakfast. After everything, I checked my phone again. Still no reply. Still offline.
So I took a nap.
By 3 PM, I was awake again and on my way to charge my phone, but I heard the generator was about to go off—just my luck. I turned back to the hostel feeling frustrated.
When I got there, I heard some shocking news: our school, along with other polytechnics, was going on strike. Something about the government refusing to increase minimum wage. According to the Nigeria Labour Congress, all members of the Academic Staff Union of Polytechnics (ASUP) were ordered to comply starting Monday, 3rd June 2024.
I was devastated. A strike? Now?
That evening, I went to a nearby bar to use the Wi-Fi. Luckily, I ran into some of my friends there. We exchanged greetings, sat together, and talked a little. As soon as I connected to the Wi-Fi, boom—his message popped up.
"How are you doing?"
I smiled and replied, "I'm fine."
Later that night, I returned to the hostel and took my charger and extension to plug in my phone. I was secretly hoping to see Devon again—but he wasn't there. I went outside to get some fresh air. It was too stuffy inside, and I needed a moment.
I waited… hoping.
But he didn't show up.
Eventually, I went back inside to check my phone—and then I saw him.
Oh. My. God.
He looked so handsome. That yellow sweatshirt he wore? It suited him too well. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was literally mesmerized. I was falling, and I didn't even realize it until my head bumped into something and I fell to the ground.
I burst out laughing, completely embarrassed.
He walked away before I could even say hi.
I kept staring at the door he walked through, heart fluttering. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Devon Topaz. What are you doing to me?