As written by ODEYEMI PLEASURE (@zoepearls)
As we were talking. My phone received a new message. Behold, it was Moji. I read it, and the contents were. . . “Is there any quiet place we can sit and talk, where your pretty girlfriend won’t create a scene?” Text me back if there is”.
Seriously, I was so furious, I knew Moji was being sarcastic when she made the statement ‘Your pretty girl friend’. “She must be really jealous. Maybe she feels the same way I feel for her. Or why will her phone be switched off? Why would she not go to class the next Day after the whole incident? Moji must have deep feelings for me. She loves me. Even more than I love her. Why will she stab lectures for my sake? Why will she follow me to see my sick mum? Why did she give her blood? Why did she pay her hospital bills? Why has she been bringing me food? Why is it that I don’t get to see any guy with her? Why has she been there for me all the while. She really loves me. She adores me.” I was thinking about her. I was so convinced that she really loves me.
Mayowa took my phone, and read the message. “Dapo, this is jealousy, this girl loves you already. Just go to her and pour out your mind. Na ogba we dey o. If dis girl do mistake commot your hand, you no go fit get her again o” Mayowa said to me. This time, it’s like some spiritual injections were administered to my system. I had gotten really better already. I really did not know what to send to her. Emeka was observing the whole situation. “Guy, make I tell you one short story wey go make you get sense.” Emeka Said. “Je ko mo (let him know)” Olu answered, pushing him to tell me the story. “Emeka, you, tell me story?” I said, laughing hysterically. . . .
Emeka: Guy, no reason am o. I get experience wella for this whole tin o. It get one adage wey den dey talk say. “It get wetin elderly man eye see wey make hin eye enter inside.
Mayowa: Emeka, wen you turn elderly man naw?
Olu: (Laughing) I tire for the guy o.
Me: (sarcastically) Make una leave boss make hin follow us talk o. Emeka, abeg no mind them I’m all ears.
Emeka: (Laughing) Olu and Mayowa, it be like say una dey mad abi? Instead may una calm down listen to story wey go change una life. Una dey form boss. Una father well well (Opening his fingers wide and pointing them at Mayowa and Olu)
Me: Emeka leave them joor, tell me d story wey u wan tell me.
I listened attentively as Emeka narrated his story.
Emeka: It get one girl for my secondary school, her name na Amaka. This girl, I like her die. In fact dat time, me self think say na love. This girl tell me say she love me. That time, den dey give me 100 Naira as money for food. I go give her 80 Naira, take the remaining 20 drink water. Na when I reach house I go chop. Na when we reach SS1 I see say na one SS3 boy wey resemble monkey she dey date. Because dat one papa dey work for oil company. Na so I go tell her say say she dey mad, say God go punish her. She con tell me say I be fool. Say my name na ‘helper’. She talk say I just dey help her ministry as other guys dey do. Na since that time I know say love no dey.
Me: (I couldn’t help but laugh at his story. Emeka has a very funny way of talking, that even when he is serious, people still find him funny. Mayowa and Olu were rolling on the floor as they were laughing) Eeyah, dat girl dey craze o.
Olu: (couldn’t control his laughter) Eeyah, you for marry that girl o. You be Emeka, she be Amaka. Una go born Umuka, Omoka, Amoka, Emaka. . .
Mayowa: Emeka Abeg, na which station you watch that film.
Everyone in the room made jest of Emeka that day. He would have wished he never told us the story. He didn’t even feel embarrassed, he was just laughing alongside everybody in the room.
I really did not know where to see Moji, I later decided to see her in the departmental block. I texted her immediately. She didn’t reply my message, then I just hoped she had seen the message. Around 8pm. I went to the departmental block, and didn’t see Moji. I called her Number and it was switched off. . .
What next? Find out in episode 34. And don’t forget to share with friends.