I met this very interesting guy whose appearance could pass off as that of a nerd, but it was really good knowing he was friendly and not entirely absurd.

  We had gotten so deep into our conversation, well...just random chit chat.

We strolled off the subjects of school, marriage and life, dabbling here and there, more like  estranged passers-by.

All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my dress, I didn't know when I cried out in pain, with an intent concern he asked "is everything okay?"

With an obvious fake smile, I replied "yes, I am". 
We continued talking and I felt the pain again,but  this time it was so severe that I  wanted to look into my dress, I cried in my head... I couldn't let this guy see me go nude, therefore i kept my steeze and composure!

Coupled with the pain, I felt a crawl-like movement  up my chest region. This time, I needed no soothsayer to tell me what to do.
I quickly ended the conversation feigning to have  forgotten  something somewhere.
With the speed of a warthog I rushed to the convenience, took off my dress and to my surprise, it was a soldier ant.
The part it stung was red, swollen and hurting so badly.

I was in so much pain!

   But how do I explain that while trying to maintain my steeze and composure i got bitten by a soldier ant!

Well! Was my steeze stolen? You bet it wasn't... but my skin lost its steeze and composure.

I headed straight to the school's clinic for immediate checkup, oblivious to onlookers who must have been wondering why a young lady will be running so scattered under the hot sun. 
Pain has a way of making one numb to his or her surroundings and  I was experiencing the peak of what pain looks like.

Little did i know that i was being followed by the same guy whom I'd left abruptly.  What if i told you that i don't even know his name till this moment.
" I'm sorry if it seems like i was stalking you. I just had to follow you. What was the issue?"
Irrespective of the pain, i recognized the voice,and at that point i broke down,all steeze was let off the hook of composure. "What is your name?" Was the only words i could muster.
"Oh dear,my bad, I am Frank Chekwube, 300l microbiology,and what's yours" Who does introduction in a clinic? "Well,i should have apologising also. I am Silverado Douglas, 200l Philosophy "
I could tell that the nurses on duty were all interested in the ensuing discourse around them from the manner with which they carried out medical checkups on the wound.

We ended up becoming friends after that  day at the clinic and from time to time, we'd joke about the incident and laugh loudly,as we  re-enact the scene.