THE STORY THAT HAS NEVER BEEN TOLD ÉPISODE 76 B wetin concern agbero with overload? My own na to chop, clean mouth and wait for the next time go dey hungry* Meanwhile, I made sure she only visited in the night when noone could see her face clearly. There was never a time she came during the day throughout the course of our fuc’kery. She was the booty-call number two. . On the other hand, Commy was beginning to make her way into my heart. She dominated a large percentage of my ear-time. I spent hours on the phone with her everyday especially during the MTN free call periods spanning 12:30am through 4:30am. I had officially made her my girlfriend number two. Her joy new no bounds as she prided with me to her friends. *E no easy to get guy wey dey school na, hahahaha* Unknown to her, it was part of my plans to re-orientate her. Commy had complained that her ‘friend’ was becoming more jealous and bitter each passing day because she hardly gave her the ‘attention’ she wanted. I was doing a good job reprogramming Commy’s corrupted orientation. She should be alright in a few months and then I will gradually withdraw to allow a geniune guy entrance into her heart. She was making significant progress in the psychological part and romance part of the project but unknown to me she was getting deeper and more deeper into me. She had gone too emotional with me to the extent of idolizing me as her ‘Hero’. A little dispute between us always ends in tears and hunger strike. She had totally surrendered her being to me and that was making me uncomfortable. It was more than what I had bargained. I believed time will settle everything. . Occupying the ‘Queen of my Heart’ throne was Ifeoma. Oh my lovely one. She had so captured my heart that I began daydreaming of our marriage. Even though I seldom called her she never complained. She always believed my not calling was because I had little money. She never made demands nor compared our relationship to any of her friends’. During her first visit in the year 2010, she had bought a few things for me among which was a door rug mat. Little gesture it was but it meant so much to me. Uche and I had been living without a door mat. We used our condemned clothes as rags and door mat. Her observation and decision to buy a better and more worthy item to be used in place of those dirty rags meant many things. First, she is attentive to details – a special trait that makes a good home manager. Secondly, it showed she is willing to take up family burdens without waiting or wanting the ‘man of the house’ to be the one to always solve problems – trait of a virtuous wife. Finally, it marketed her as being caring – trait of a good mother. What more does a man need? Hmmm, she even lied for me before her friends. She would tell them I was the one that paid for her new hair, bought her new clothes or a new text for her waec. She made our relationship the envy of all. The truth was the uncle she was living with did all those things for her. He showered her with care; gave her access to much cash. Her best friend Anita had began hearing rumours about us but never did confronted her or me. We never knew she was hatching evil plans. ==THE STORY THAT HAS NEVER BEEN TOLD== #18 RATED Episode 77: The burial of my grandma was fixed on Friday 26th of March, 2010. Consequently, I began planning on how to journey to my village from school. Even though our exams were fast approaching and demands much attention from me I felt my presence at the burial would be the last and ultimate respect deserving of a loving grandma who had my name on her lips as she drew her last breath. It was on the week of her supposed burial that the realities of her departure became real to me. It was at that point I began to understand the significance of death. ”So I won’t get to see my grandma again for life after her burial?” the thought kept ringing in my head. It did tried to weigh me down but I quickly readjusted my mind. Allowing depression to take hold of me at this period might be detrimental to my academics. As a personal way of fighting depression I quickly reached for my phone, scrolled down through the contacts and located ”Ifeoma”. She picked the call at first ring. I had wanted to invite her for a day or two. I know her presence, not necessarily her actions, will help uplift my spirit. Yes, Ifeoma is not really much of a lively personality. She is always calm and reserved whenever she came around and that made me to conclude her to be an introvert. Even though I like her introvert nature but I still wished she was a little more lively. I am an introvert who enjoys solitude and having a partner who shares same character certainly will make the relationship unlively, boring, unexciting, unadventurous and finally uninteresting. WHATS YOUR ADVICE TO SPAIN ??? SHOULD HE TRAVEL WITH IFEOMA FOR THE BURIAL ??? DROP UR COMMENTS TO be Contd TIME 10:00AM
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