Part 4
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Present day
Soon the date was over and Segun saw me off. Giving me a warm hug, he said 'Be safe. Call me when you get home.' I was about driving out of the restaurant when my phone rang, it was Fola again. He had called over thirty times this evening. Doesn't he just get tired? Why is this guy such an enemy of progress? I hissed and cursed under my breath throwing my phone to the passenger's seat.
Driving home was hard, not even because of traffic. Traffic ke? That one is old gist. I'm already used to that element of Lagos. I just couldn't get my mind off Segun. The date replayed in my head like I had just watched a movie in the cinema. It was almost 10pm and I was starting to feel tired and dizzy. Even though my house was not far away, traffic wouldn't just let me be great this night.
From afar, I saw another car in my parking lot. I just couldn't help but wonder who would park there. This is an estate and each house had it's own parking space. Why would anyone bring his or her car to my own house? I was even too tired to think further. I just parked beside the car; flooding my headlights on a stranger seated in my patio. I turned off the car ignition, grabbed my bag and phone and stepped out. I was still wearing my heels, the click-y sound started again and I felt quite uncomfortable, not for a second wondering who the stranger might be. I was just too tired to think. I was still trying to look for my keys when the stranger turned, lo and behold, it was Fola. We had not spoken or seen since I chickened out on him the last time. I immediately sighed, giving a disapproving look. This guy is really a monitoring spirit.
'Where have you been Toun? I've been waiting here for the past three hours. Where did you go to? You even refused to answer my calls. Why did you keep me waiting?' He asked raising his voice.
I was furious. Not at him. Not at the moment. But at the estate security. Why did they let him in? Did they even call me to ask for permission to let him in? What line of lie did he tell them at the gate that they let him in so easily? Didn't the estate CCTVs pick a signal that he's a wanderer? Just look at this yeye man o! Or he thinks he can impress me with his Toyota Venza when I drive a Mercedes X-class and even live in this classy estate? What exactly was his problem? I just stood there dialling the security post.
'Toun I'm talking to you.' he said raising his voice even higher and advanced towards me wanting to grab my arm. I stepped backwards, slowly removing my shoes; reducing my height.
'Will you shut up?', I said softly yet firmly. My guy was suprised to say the least. He opened his mouth in shock. 'This is an estate. It's late and you shouldn't be shouting'
'What?! Toun! You're telling me to shut up?'
'House 302, quick!' I said into the phone.
'Don't you dare talk to someone else when I'm talking to you.' He raced towards me and slapped me. Yes, the bastard slapped me. My phone slipped and crashed on the patio. I honestly think the most annoying part of everything is not him slapping me or my phone crashing, but how unfortunate I had become to have crossed paths with this psycopath.
'Fola you slapped me?' I said quietly almost crying.
'And I'll beat you to pulp if you utter another statement. I've been waiting for over three hours and you come here and tell me to shut up, calling someone when I'm talking to you. Are you crazy?' He was literally shouting this time. I managed to get my weave out of my face and looked at him. I could see fire in his eyes. Red hot coals burned like a wild bushfire. This guy was a total red light.
Before I could say anything, the estate security arrived and seeing the situation, they asked if I was okay. I turned at them angrily.
'Do I look okay to you? Please get this man out of this estate and don't ever let him in.'
'Yes ma.' They all chorused, about four of them. Fola struggled, howled and shouted as he got dragged away. I felt no pity for him. I even wished he was behind bars. The idiot just slapped me like that, can you just imagine? He slapped me! I managed to get to my door. I was exhausted, dizzy and dehydrated. As if that was not enough, this one now brought his own wahala. Just as I opened the door, I felt the ground moving beneath my cold feet. I looked down to see and...blank
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I passed out
Thank you so much for reading, do leave a comment. Have a great weekend! 💝💝
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Present day
Soon the date was over and Segun saw me off. Giving me a warm hug, he said 'Be safe. Call me when you get home.' I was about driving out of the restaurant when my phone rang, it was Fola again. He had called over thirty times this evening. Doesn't he just get tired? Why is this guy such an enemy of progress? I hissed and cursed under my breath throwing my phone to the passenger's seat.
Driving home was hard, not even because of traffic. Traffic ke? That one is old gist. I'm already used to that element of Lagos. I just couldn't get my mind off Segun. The date replayed in my head like I had just watched a movie in the cinema. It was almost 10pm and I was starting to feel tired and dizzy. Even though my house was not far away, traffic wouldn't just let me be great this night.
From afar, I saw another car in my parking lot. I just couldn't help but wonder who would park there. This is an estate and each house had it's own parking space. Why would anyone bring his or her car to my own house? I was even too tired to think further. I just parked beside the car; flooding my headlights on a stranger seated in my patio. I turned off the car ignition, grabbed my bag and phone and stepped out. I was still wearing my heels, the click-y sound started again and I felt quite uncomfortable, not for a second wondering who the stranger might be. I was just too tired to think. I was still trying to look for my keys when the stranger turned, lo and behold, it was Fola. We had not spoken or seen since I chickened out on him the last time. I immediately sighed, giving a disapproving look. This guy is really a monitoring spirit.
'Where have you been Toun? I've been waiting here for the past three hours. Where did you go to? You even refused to answer my calls. Why did you keep me waiting?' He asked raising his voice.
I was furious. Not at him. Not at the moment. But at the estate security. Why did they let him in? Did they even call me to ask for permission to let him in? What line of lie did he tell them at the gate that they let him in so easily? Didn't the estate CCTVs pick a signal that he's a wanderer? Just look at this yeye man o! Or he thinks he can impress me with his Toyota Venza when I drive a Mercedes X-class and even live in this classy estate? What exactly was his problem? I just stood there dialling the security post.
'Toun I'm talking to you.' he said raising his voice even higher and advanced towards me wanting to grab my arm. I stepped backwards, slowly removing my shoes; reducing my height.
'Will you shut up?', I said softly yet firmly. My guy was suprised to say the least. He opened his mouth in shock. 'This is an estate. It's late and you shouldn't be shouting'
'What?! Toun! You're telling me to shut up?'
'House 302, quick!' I said into the phone.
'Don't you dare talk to someone else when I'm talking to you.' He raced towards me and slapped me. Yes, the bastard slapped me. My phone slipped and crashed on the patio. I honestly think the most annoying part of everything is not him slapping me or my phone crashing, but how unfortunate I had become to have crossed paths with this psycopath.
'Fola you slapped me?' I said quietly almost crying.
'And I'll beat you to pulp if you utter another statement. I've been waiting for over three hours and you come here and tell me to shut up, calling someone when I'm talking to you. Are you crazy?' He was literally shouting this time. I managed to get my weave out of my face and looked at him. I could see fire in his eyes. Red hot coals burned like a wild bushfire. This guy was a total red light.
Before I could say anything, the estate security arrived and seeing the situation, they asked if I was okay. I turned at them angrily.
'Do I look okay to you? Please get this man out of this estate and don't ever let him in.'
'Yes ma.' They all chorused, about four of them. Fola struggled, howled and shouted as he got dragged away. I felt no pity for him. I even wished he was behind bars. The idiot just slapped me like that, can you just imagine? He slapped me! I managed to get to my door. I was exhausted, dizzy and dehydrated. As if that was not enough, this one now brought his own wahala. Just as I opened the door, I felt the ground moving beneath my cold feet. I looked down to see and...blank
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I passed out
Thank you so much for reading, do leave a comment. Have a great weekend! 💝💝
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