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IZUKWU:
guy,i don't want this paypal wahala . Give me your account number and i will pay the naira equivalent. And you send the file to my email address . Or if you prefer i will send the credit card equivalent to your number

yajoe:
I tried 2 register paypal but its not coming as I thought, please if there is another way 2 get d story, tell u

Hmm…PayPal wahala? Izukwu nwanne m, I don’t understand. I’m so confused because my own is going so well. Click on https://www.paypal.com/ng/ to register.

It’s completely FREE so there’s nothing like (In Bluestarry’s voice) I’m a student as if all of us are not students too.

Anyone can get a free PayPal account. It’s just like your gmail or yahoomail account!

Guys, please let’s understand one thing. This is not about me giving you my account so that you can send the money directly to me.

No.

It’s about easy, smooth and fast delivery in business which is the beauty and joy of online business.

Yes. It’s time we all upgrade.

Just look at this scenario. Let’s say I’m using GTBank and I give you my GTBank account number. Now, let’s also assume GTBank is not in your area, like GTBank is not in my area. In fact, the nearest GTBank to where I stay at the moment is almost two hours away!

Okay.

So now, assuming you don’t have a trusted and diligent someone to ask to help you make the payment, you might then have to travel all that distance to the nearest GTBank, and then possibly, you stand in the long queue just to make a payment that is not even up to N500!

Chai! Mba nu! Chukwu ajụ! Who has all that time?!

But that’s not even the ONLY problem.

Just imagine, like today is a Saturday or like now that it’s already night time, so even if I give you my account for you to make the payment, tell me, how will you do that?

Hmm.

Okay, what if today is a Sunday? Or a public holiday? Will it still be possible to go to the bank to make such payments?

NO.

What if you are abroad? How will you then make the payment to me?

You see…?

Okay. Let’s say after every every, you were able to make the payment; I will still have to wait for the bank to send me an alert, before I can then send you the book file.

Nah! That's not how to run a standard and modern online business nowadays! Old things have passed away! Bikonu, this is 2014 so we seriously need to upgrade!

Oh yes.

We need to start appreciating and fully utilizing what these oyibo people and programmers are doing for us by making these things so simple and fast and straight forward for us all.

If you are using a very secured service like PayPal, I tell you, you will start at anytime that is convenient for you, and complete the whole process in less than five to ten minutes right inside the comfort of your own room and you will start reading the novel immediately!

That’s the beauty of online payments!

When Nigerians were not allowed on PayPal, we use to go through a lot of hell to make online payments but that was in the past. Nigerians can now make online payments with PayPal.

So don’t fail to use this opportunity because tomorrow you might be the one who has written a very nice and interesting book or someone with a very powerful or hot product online and trust me, your customers will not like it at all if you put them through the long stressful and painful process of going to the bank and standing in the long queue just to make a very small payment!

In fact, as true Nigerians we are and knowing what we can do, they will simply curse you, and then leave you and start looking for an alternative!

So…

We really need to learn how to do these things because if we don’t, one day, we might have to pay someone as much as N20,000 or N50,000 or even N100,000 just to open a free PayPal account for us or maybe to fund it for us, as a result of our ignorance or inability to follow some simple straightforward instructions.

God forbid.

I say this with so much regret because I can still recall that I actually paid someone to open my first yahoomail account for me way back in 2003! And the bad guy was squeezing his face and acting like an expert as if he were doing something so wonderful, powerful, and extraordinary for me.

Well, as at that time, I wouldn’t blame him though because I also thought he was the best and simply out of this world with the magic he was performing right before my very eyes.

Well, that was then. He’s lucky I don’t know where he is today, or else…

So don’t let that happen to you.

Follow this link: http://www.ogbongeblog.com/2014/07/fund-paypal-in-nigeria-with-access-bank.html to see the simple and well detailed steps on how you can Sign Up for your own free PayPal account and get it verified today!

There’s no PayPal wahala anything. Trust me, it’s very simple. And very easy. Just like opening a yahoomail or gmail account.

As you will see, the guy mentioned Access Bank ATM Visa card in the steps he gave but you can try your own bank’s ATM Visa or MasterCard, which I presume you already have, in verifying your own PayPal account. A friend of mine used Diamond Bank Visa card. Me, I used my UBA Africard Visa Card to verify mine.

Once you have verified your PayPal account, you can then start making use of it to make online payments anytime you want from the comfort of your room sharperly, as long as you have adequate funds in your bank account.

That’s all.

Now when you have your PayPal account verified, you will then click the Smashwords link I gave and follow the simple instructions I gave here: https://www.nairaland.com/1871293/ify-romantic-thriller/7#26535856 to download the book file.

This will not take you more than two minutes. I swear!

Now to start reading the novel, you will download the correct FBreader for your system. I read eBooks with either my laptop or my Android phone so I downloaded the FBreader for Windows and installed it on my computer. I also downloaded FBreader for Android and installed it on my Android phone.

So you can download and install the FBreader that is suitable for your system and then you can use it start reading the novel immediately.

Forget all these grammar and all these jargons I’ve been yarning about all along. It’s not a long a process. In fact, this whole thing will not take up to ten minutes if you just DECIDE to follow the instructions.

This whole story can be summarized as thus:

1. Sign Up for PayPal and get verified with your MasterCard or Visa ATM card.

2. Visit the Smashwords link to start the process of downloading the book file.

3. Visit FBreader to download the suitable FBreader for your reading device which you will use to open and view the book file you downloaded from Smashwords.

Simple.

If you run into any difficulty, you can always ask somebody for help but the thing is that most of us will not even like to make the effort and that is really really too fuc.k.ing bad!

To be frank with you, it pains me so much when I hear people complain and say it’s hard, it’s difficult, it’s a long process, I don’t want the wahala involved, and so on and so forth…

Because I know it’s nothing but just excuses since most of us will always prefer that another person does it for us as we don’t want to task our brain or learn something new!

Which is too bad.

Because we really need to upgrade.

If you remember what Vincent said during his interview, he said and I quote: “Besides, technology wise, the world today is changing so fast these days. Existing technologies are being made obsolete so soon by newer ones. Jobs are disappearing so fast. In fact, it is becoming very obvious in our dynamic world today that those who will survive are only those who can adapt to these frequent changes. Luckily for us, computers (and internet of course!) present us with a very bright opportunity to take on or address some of these changes.”

C’mon guys…

We can do it.

So let’s do it!

bollify: Hope all is well with our 2scorehigh? This is not his usual self. #bringbackour2scorehigh.

Ha ha haa...bring back who?

My guy, I dey kampe. No shaking. Nothing dey happen!

But guy wait o...

U mean say you no see this link https://www.nairaland.com/1871293/ify-romantic-thriller/7#26535856 wey I post on how to get the remaining 12 chapters of the story?

Chai!

Abeg jus follow that link and get the novel sharp sharp.

In fact, make I yarn u one secret now. When you get the book, you go find out say wetin dey dia and wetin still remain pass wetin you don read so far.

I dey tell u!

So, no dulling.

One love.

Skybaby: No i think it should go like this: Vince, i want you to tell me d truth, Do you realy luv me?

Hmm...girls and luv. Luv nwantinti egbuola Umu girls o!

Skybaby, don't you think that at that stage it's too early for Ifeoma to ask Vince that kind of question?

Anyway u na girl kwa so u fit not can't undastand!!!

Lucy knocked on the door.

“Come in, the door is open,” I said, not looking up from Sandra’s seductive eyes that were looking down warmly and promisingly into mine from where she sat on the desk blocking my view from Lucy. My hand was gently running up and down Sandra’s thighs in a gentle caress as we continued with our kissing. Well, let the young girl see what she wants to see. It’s not like we were doing anything—yet—she hasn’t seen before.

Then a sudden violent shockwave ripped through me as I suddenly became aware of that distinctive perfume of hers.

Oh my God! It’s Ify! Ify, and not Lucy, was in the room! Shït!

I quickly removed my hands from Sandra’s laps. In a split of a second, my thoughts started running riots.

Oh shït! I was completely trapped. What was she doing in my office? Right now? Fück it! Of course, she came to collect her novel!

I was caught in the act. I was caught pânts down! Oh my God, why do these things always happen? Shït!

But why didn’t Lucy warn me? Of course, the little witch has never given me any reason to doubt that she never liked Sandra, or my association with Sandra. Maybe she wanted them to fight. Maybe she wanted Ify to see the type of heel I was.

“Vince…?” she said in a very teary low and weak voice I could barely recognize. It was almost like a whisper but I could hear the pain in that voice.

I quickly stood up from my seat but I could only manage a hunch with my two hands placed on the desk because I didn’t want her to see the tent that has formed in my trousers. For a very brief moment we stared at each other. She was looking so pretty after such a very long time and I’ve really missed her but then I was completely defeated by the look on her face which said a different thing all together.

I knew that look. I could see from the way she was looking at me that she knew I was nothing but a good-for-nothing bastard and she was already regretting ever meeting such a douchebag like me. I needed no prophet to tell me that she was totally disappointed in me now. I knew I would never ever forget that sad, lost and sorrowful look on her face in my life. Dâmn!

I was completely lost for words. I had no defense now. There was nothing I could say now to convince her that I was not a cheating and lying bastard. Seeing is believing, they say…

She didn’t say anything again. She just turned her back on me and started walking away. Walking out of my life for good! I quickly left my seat and followed close behind her.

“Ify… Ify… Ify… Ifeoma please wait, Ify please come back to me. Please come back. Please don’t do this to me. Please let me explain…”
But she kept on walking—away!

“Ify, please listen to me. Please come back let me explain. It’s nothing. She’s… she’s… just… a… friend… my sister… I mean, my friend’s sister!” I stammered.

I was completely dazed and I couldn’t think clearly. What have I done to myself now? I stopped, turned and looked at Sandra. She was staring fixedly at the floor. I was afraid that Sandra could hear the loud thumping of my heart so I moved a little bit farther away from her.

I wanted to rush after Ify but I couldn’t, not in this manner with my erection sticking out before me like that. Fück! I could only make it to the door. I held the door half open as I called after her but I knew it was of no use. She’s gone; she’s gone!

I turned and looked at Sandra again. She was now looking at me. I couldn’t understand why she has that little smirk on her red lips. Was she amused because of my awkward erectiön I was seriously trying to hide from Ify? Or was she amused because of the difficulty I had in trying to explain to Ify who she was? Or did she think the whole thing was funny because I have now completely lost Ify—all thanks to her?

I knew it! That’s it! I should have known she was a devil. What I didn’t know was that she was actually sent from hell to destroy me. Of course, she’s my nemesis. That explains it. Didn’t Uchman warn me about this? And I thought it was a joke…

Obviously, she knew it was payback time for me. That was why she found it amusing… but wait a minute… didn’t she, at one point in time, give me the impression that she doesn’t want to share? Now, it looks like she’s succeeded in effortlessly getting Ify out of the way. That’s why she has that triumphant smirk on her stupid face!

I trudged back to my desk, totally downcast. As I sat down to rue my great loss, I also thanked my lucky stars that neither Ify nor Sandra did start a scene because I didn’t know what I could have done in such situation or how I would have explained everything to the Management although I was so certain that could have easily led to my sack. We don’t condone irresponsibility here.

Sandra was now standing up. She looked at me and said, “Is she the Ify?”

I slowly nodded as we stared at each other.

“Do you still love her?”

“I think so… I don’t know,” I said, completely deflated—and confused.

She sighed deeply, shrugged her shoulders and then said regretfully, “Well, if you do… then I think you should go and get her. I won’t stand in your way.”

And with that she picked up her purse from where she had dropped it on the desk and left.

“Thank you… Sandra,” I whispered into thin air.

I didn’t say any other thing to her. There’s nothing else to say. My whole thought was now on Ify and if there were any slightest chance I could still get her back.

After a while, I sighed because I discovered my mind has completely gone blank. I decided to try again.

I started by first of all thinking of the things I might say to Ify to try to convince her to come back to me. The worst part was that she now has every reason to believe whatever thing Mama Chinwe had told her about me and there was nothing on earth I could do to change that impression now.

If she hadn’t seen me, she might not have any scruples, even against her better judgment, in believing that I was a changed man, if I told her so, and subsequently giving me a second chance. If she hadn’t seen me, she would never believe that I could even indulge in something very reckless like that right inside my office. Now, it looks like I can never be trusted – even if she did come back. Shït!

I recalled she once accused me of having an affair at the office. She said it was a girl. I denied it then. Now, how would I deny it again? Everything was now looking so grim for me. I was filled with despair.

Stop beating yourself up, man. You can tell her anything. She’s a woman and she’ll believe anything you tell her. By Jove, what is wrong with you?! Hmm, looks like you’ve really changed so much? Don’t tell me that you’ve completely forgotten that women are always like that?

My goodness! I will like to see how you handle this, you fool. I thought I warned you that girl Sandra will destroy you but you didn’t listen. Now, see what you’ve done to yourself?

Don’t blame Vince; blame that Ify for leaving him in the first place. Don’t you know that Vince is a man and a man always needs sәx? She left, she left so what does she expect Vince to do?

Just listen to yourself talk. This is no time to apportion blames. It’s time to find what to do to remedy the bad situation. So Vince, what are you going to do now?

I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I should call her to apologize?

No, don’t ever do that! If you apologize, it means you are guilty as charged. You can even tell her it wasn’t you, you know… like Shaggy?

Please don’t listen to him. Don’t make things worse for yourself now. Just give her a call and own up. Beg her for forgiveness. From the bottom of your heart. She’ll understand. I have a feeling she still loves you and she’s going to forgive and accept you back even though you are a punk!

I smiled inwardly at that thought.

But wait a minute… what exactly is Vince actually apologizing for? They were not together again, were they?

So?

Ha! So anyone is free to fück and date anyone!

Oh really? So why is Vince feeling so guilty right now? That will show you that they were never truly separated. You know it, I know it, Vince has always thought about her. Vince, am I lying?

I kept quiet. I didn’t know what to say.

You see what I am saying? Vince already knows it. He knows she called him Vince and he knows what that means. So why don’t you just keep your mouth shut and allow Vince to go ahead and explain everything to her, okay?

But I didn’t know where to start explaining things to her. I tried to convince myself that there was no need for any explanation but I couldn’t. I had to clear my guilty conscience once and for all. I decided I will give her a call. I will invite her to my place. I will have to explain everything to her starting from the beginning.

Having made that decision, I felt a lot better. I will have to compose my thoughts and words carefully. I will also have to beg for her forgiveness. I will just pour out my heart to her.

When it was time to go, I stood up and left. I didn’t want to speak with any of my colleagues. I had a feeling that Lucy might have painted for them a picture of what could have transpired in my office that very day.

I reached my house still very much lost in deep thoughts. I was contemplating on the best way to go about it. Should I tell her everything about Sandra? Would she believe me if I told her that I still thought about her the whole time I was with Sandra? Will she be comfortable or distraught over the fact that I even attempted to replace her with Sandra? Or maybe I shouldn’t even mention that part to her?

These thoughts kept running through my mind as I took a cold water bath to calm my nerves and help me put my thoughts back together. My only hope now is that if she really felt something for me, like she once said she did, then she will at least have the courtesy to forgive me.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I put on a vest and made straight for my bed. I knew exactly what I am going to do. It is going to be tough and difficult but I really have to try.

I closed my eyes and started to think again. I needed to sort myself out and I wanted to carefully plan and put my thoughts straight so that whatever I will say to her will come out coherently.

Finally, satisfied with my planned line of action, I picked up my phone to dial her number and then I stopped in my tracks as my heart started pounding violently.

I had received an SMS from Ify. Obviously, it came in while I was in the bathroom. My hand was slightly shaking with fright as I proceeded to read it with all anticipation of anxiety. What is it going to be now?

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LeoFish92: hmm, just saw your pics, with your MEGACEPHALY

Megacefa gini? Bia nwoke m, you dis Leo isi azụ, u betta take your time o!

I was in great spirits as I walked into the office and everybody in the office noticed it. I really laughed when Mike suggestively insinuated that my wife Sandra must have taken very good care of me the previous night. The things having a peace of mind can do for a man!

Soon, I was lost in my coding. I was battling to come up with the best database schema for a dating website I was designing as an example for my class. I was having some problems in choosing the best way to assign the primary and secondary keys to reduce redundancy in the database design and it was proving to be quite tricky.

A call came in. It was a strange number so I let it ring. The call came in again. I looked at my phone, saw it was still the same strange number, so I didn’t bother to answer. Ten minutes later, the call came in again for the third time.

It must be something serious now. Three times means something seriously deserves my attention. That’s how I operate. So I picked the call.

“Hello…?” I mouthed into the mouthpiece.

“Chux, please there’s something I—”

I cut the call. Now I get it. She knew I would have never answered her if she used her number. Well, I am glad she’s gotten the message.

I could see the big picture now. Why are women so funny and always like this? I don’t want her now and suddenly she wants to be all over me. Well, sorry Sandra, but I have moved on.

I am now plotting on how to get Ify back. So Sandra, you are already out of it. Get that into your thick skull and stop worrying my life! Haven’t you sucked enough blood already?

A text message came in. I looked at the message. It was from her. I could have deleted it without even reading it only that you have to open the message first before you get to the delete option.

Her message read as thus: Chx, plz thrs smtin I must tell u & I wnt 2 do it in persn. Am coming 2 ur office. Sandy.

I moved my thumb to delete option, and then I stopped and reread the message again. A very mischievous and crazy thought suddenly jumped into my mind. What would Eze have done in such a situation?

I grinned evilly as I flirted with the thought. You don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater, that’s exactly what Eze will tell you in such a situation!

It was beginning to sound like fun to me all of a sudden. I knew Sandra was a fox quite alright and that message definitely had some undertones. Do it in person, isn’t that what she wrote? I smiled. If what I have in mind now is what she had in mind… well, let’s wait and see… let her come… I’ll be waiting…

I sat back and worked halfheartedly on the database schema as I watched the time pass.

She came in two and a half hours later. She was corporately dressed in a short sleeve light blue shirt with a black jacket and a short black skirt that revealed an ample part of her fleshy smooth thighs and long shapely legs.

I knew it! Looking at her, you would think she was a professional banker or something, but I knew from the glint I saw in her eyes when she removed her dark sunshades that she was just a hörny girl ready to be bânged.

And I was ready too because I always find such moves exciting. I have to hand it to her because she really understood how I think or function. My guess is that she purposely kept me waiting just to heighten my pleasure from anticipation, no doubt!

She was smiling knowingly as she marched towards me.


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oka4ugoo: Madam! carry the beans come nau, abi d man wey you wan carry the beans give get big head? abi his head big pass my own? Abeg drop the beans joor, is lyk they no tell you say i get hot temper? no jst try me oo!
2scorehigh thanks for d plate of beans, but an update with dis plate of beans no go dey bad i swear.

Guy easy o! It's ône afta d other na, u hear?

I decided that I was never going to ask Sandra what she did with the money. Let her keep it. And let her keep the explanation to herself.
That is if she would still be in your house by the time you come back.

No. I know she will still be there. She will try to manipulate me again with her sәxual powers. That’s her game. Her only game. That’s one place she was sure she could always bring me down. And that’s exactly where I have to start effecting the changes. I am going to take back my powers. This resolution is what I firmly made before I started heading home.

On my way back, I started considering the whole relationship with Sandra. I kept on turning things over in my mind. I couldn’t believe I have been so lame. I couldn’t believe I could have been so blinded that I couldn’t see her faults which, thinking about it now, were so many.

What made me think I could settle down in a relationship with a girl who doesn’t think much of my work and is not even in any way interested in my career, my future, or my ambitions? She doesn’t even ask me what goes on with me at the office or how I am coping. All she was interested in is knowing how much I earn. And I didn’t even see that. And she even went as far as calling my blog stupid, didn’t she?

I wonder what made me not to consider the fact that she often appeared to be lazy and very unserious with that her excessive TV watching? How many times have I come back home only to notice that the house was very untidy? She must have bewitched me so much, I guess, in such a short period of time. She said their school was on holiday but I could recall that Ify was always reading even when her school was on holiday.

I could recollect that she used to listen to me but all that has changed a long time ago but somehow I didn’t notice. Maybe, it was because I was ready to accept her as she was which was why I never complained again anytime I came back and discovered she did not cook anything.

Hmm… this is not me! Come to think of it now, when was the last time she even cooked for me? Yes, I know she’s not my wife but what exactly is she doing in my house?

To think that I was ready to even accept her kleptomania as a normal ‘one of those things’ that will go away anytime soon. Hmm… wonders shall never end! The worst part was the way she made it look like it was no big deal anytime I confronted her. And yes, she was becoming quite materialistic too! And Lord knows how much I steered clear of materialistic women! And yet I was still willing to put up with all that and accepted her?

This is a girl who brazenly flirts with men in my presence and I only chose to ignore. Now, I can see why she kept on asking me if I was angry that day. Of course, she was doing it on purpose and she wanted me to be really really mad!

No… no… no… Eze must never hear this! I know he will mock me till eternity. Even Uchman too! I could remember the accusing look he gave me the day he visited, didn’t see Ify, and when he asked about her whereabouts, I kept mum at first but I later told him we’d gone our separate ways.

Fück Uchman, and fück his spiritual wife theory and whatever he thought about whether I could or couldn’t keep a relationship because I just don’t care anymore! This girl Sandra is not worth it at all! I have learnt from my mistakes. Jesus! I had my chance with Ify and I blew it!

Who was I fooling thinking it would work between us? This is a girl who specifically told me she doesn’t want anything long term and yet I was willing to make her change her mind?

Who was I even trying to deceive? Me? A whole me? Thinking of long term? With such a girl? Hmm… no… no… no… This girl must be something else. She really deserves an award.

How did she do it?

Oh, I see. Of course, I knew how. Anyway, I have always known it was primarily the sәx that got me hooked… that, plus… well, those other nice qualities she had.

She used the sәx to confuse me. No wonder she always thought and knew she could do whatever she did and easily get away with it by giving me a wonderful pleasurable time. And it has always worked—for her!

But then again, I cannot simply wave aside those attractive qualities she had at the beginning—the type of qualities I secretly wished all my women had. Was that what kept me in the trance? Of course! Wow! Thank God for this phone incident! Or else how could I have ever woken up from the deep trance?

Well, now she’s going to see a different me. She’s going to experience my other side as from now on—that mean and cold side of me that I always try to hide from people.

No, in fact, she’s not even worth it. I don’t have to waste that time and energy on her anymore. I have to call it quits. Right away. It’s better that way. Those her qualities shouldn’t count now! Like Eze would often say, a coach is only as good as his last game in charge! So true, brother. I can now clearly see what you actually meant.

I walked up to my door and opened the door.

She was there quite alright. At least she hasn’t or didn’t run away. She was tying a wrapper around her chest. I knew she had nothing else under the wrapper.

If it was before, I would have quickly closed the door behind me and untied those wrappers and while she will be playfully protesting, I would start sückïng her nïpplәs and then slipping my forefinger into her trove to finger her before going down on my knees to…

But that was then.

I just walked past her into the inner room. I didn’t even look at her. She didn’t like that so she followed me in.

“Chux, what’s up—?” she cooed in her sәxy voice that had no effect on me now. She sounded somewhat unsettled. You don’t know me girl. You just wait and see…

“Just give me the card.” I cut her off abruptly in a very low but threatening voice that did very little to hide the spitefulness I felt towards her. I didn’t look at her as I loosened the tie around my neck.

Transfixed, she stood at a spot and watched me. Obviously, she never knew I could be this cold. She couldn’t say anything again. I could see her staring at me from the corners of my eye. Some time elapsed. She left and then came back with the card and handed it over to me.

“Chux, I—”

I raised my forefinger to cut her off again. There’s nothing to explain. I could see she didn’t like it by the way she murmured something but I was past caring. You can sulk as much as you want now but you haven’t seen anything yet. Soon, nobody will tell you to pack your things and go.

Throughout that day, she tried to talk to me but I gave her the cold shoulder. We were like for the next three days. I didn’t see much of her anyway. I always left very early in the morning. She even prepared for me those wonderful special dishes of hers. I didn’t touch the food. I ate outside and I made sure it was very late before I came back to the house.

On the fourth day, she couldn’t take it anymore. While I was preparing for work, she told me that she was leaving that day. She told me that she wanted to tell me something before she finally goes.

“As you can see, I don’t have the time. Just remember to drop my keys for me!” I told her coldly as I walked out without looking back. I have tried so many times to reconcile her action in my mind but this time around, both my conscience and ego agreed that she wasn’t worth it. Both of them agreed she will never change.

You are right. She will never change. Some people are like that. Who knows what she might come up with next? She just has to go.

Are you serious? I thought you said there are so many fishes in the sea?

Yes, but definitely not this fish! This one is more like a shark!

So sharks are no longer fishes?

Please, just leave me alone.

When I came back from office I felt the peace I haven’t felt in such a very long time. Everywhere was quiet. Surprisingly, the house was neatly made up. She had taken the pains to clean up the whole place. Such little act could have moved me in the past but that was in the past.

Yes, I have to put myself and my life together. I have learnt my lessons now. I have to be very careful next time.

The next morning I woke up very early and went into the kitchen to prepare my favorite indomie with egg. Some things don’t change.

Then I left for work.

to be continued...

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Chai. Okay na. Abeg no finish am. Jus wait make I rush go bring the sugar and milk. You dey like put am bournvita abi?

Good.

Madam, madam, abeg give dat guy over there, no, not dat one, yes dis one wit big head wey cross leg for dia, yes, give am enuff beans...I dey come!

Four days later, her phone accidentally fell inside water and got damaged in the process. She needed a replacement. I told her not to worry because I was going to get her another one. But I didn’t tell her when.

Two days later, as I was about to rush off to work to avoid being late, she told me that she was expecting a very important call. I had no time to listen to the nature of the important call. I knew she was indirectly asking me to fulfill my promise to her immediately.

My first mistake was not asking her about the type phone she wanted to buy. My second mistake was giving her my ATM card to withdraw the money.

But I had my reasons. I have convinced myself that if I really wanted to build a relationship with a girl, the first place to start was to build a solid trust. I knew I’ve always had this trust issues with women but I felt like it was time to let go. Besides, a promise is a promise.

So I gave her my PIN and zoomed off. It was while I was at the office that I realized my mistakes and what I have done to myself.

The first two SMS came in while I was in the class so I didn’t even notice. But I noticed the third SMS because it came in when I was back in my office.

I unplugged my phone from the charger to read my messages. They were debit alerts from my bank. I looked at the message clearly and that was when I panicked.

Each of the text messages informed me that the sum of twenty thousand naira has been withdrawn from my bank account thus making it a total of sixty thousand naira! Now this is the height of irresponsibility! What manner of disrespectfulness was this?

My first thought was that Ify wouldn’t have done something so terrible like this, never! I quickly put the whole relationship into perspective. I could see immediately that Sandra will never be the girl for me. No matter what! She is a vampire! And a total lost cause! That’s plain and simple. Let’s just tell ourselves the truth. This must be the real reason why her guy called it quits and not some nonsense cock and bull story about the long distance relationship lack of sәx of a thing!

How could she have withdrawn more than my one-month salary just to buy a phone? Or phones? Or whatever?! Why would she spend so much money on that? Is it because it’s not her money? Or is it because she saw more money and subsequently decided to upgrade? Okay, but why do that without my permission? Of course, I knew that the Samsung phone she was using couldn’t be more than fifteen thousand naira! No… no… no… that’s complete thoughtlessness and it’s completely unacceptable to me!

I was very angered. I was seething with mad rage. Why would she do something like this? Even if she had a very good explanation, why didn’t she tell me first?

Was she trying to be vindictive? Was she punishing me because I refused to give her the money for her hair and the other things she asked for the other day? Why… why… why? But she knew I was saving up to buy the settees that I wanted use in decorating and turning my ‘office’ at home into a living room? Now, how am I sure that she didn’t purposely throw the phone into the water?

Shït! How could she have been playing me like this and I couldn’t even see it? And I’ve always thought I was so clever?

I stood up from my seat and started pacing about the office. I decided to cool down and look at it from another angle since I always consider everything from different angles.

I wanted to understand her motives. I started telling myself that she could actually have a good reason or reasons to do it. But then, what reason could that be? I stopped myself from thinking along that direction because I knew that there is no reason on earth that will justify the simple fact that she didn’t care enough to give me a call before she did what she did.

Then a cold fear suddenly gripped me. She has been planning on running away? That’s it! That’s most likely.

No, wait. I don’t think she was planning on that simply because she didn’t show me any sign of that. But again, she was so slick which was why I couldn’t see the handwriting on the wall.

And she still has my ATM card! In that case, I’d better start rushing to the bank to stop all withdrawals from my account.

No, wait a minute. Her game plan was simply to run me down. It was so obvious. She is a vampire and her only purpose was to suck me dry. Her style was so obvious. She was manipulating me sәxually and emotionally. I could see it now. Just look at the way she would always attempt to placate me with sәx every other time she misbehaves.

I can now see it clearly. I can see her game now. I knew it all along. She’s not the type of woman I want. I must be going mad to think that I even wanted to build a relationship with such a woman. This is a woman who has even specifically told me that she’s not into me. Was that what was pushing me into wanting her so badly on a subconscious level? And I even tried to trust her, in spite of myself? Wonders shall never end!

Ify is the woman for me, not this one. I know her type. She’s a leech and nothing is going to stop her. This very one is the type that will suck a man dry and then move onto the next and then onto the next after that…

How long have I known her? Just three months and we were already like this. How much more of this type of rubbish can I put up with?

No, wait. What if she was actually testing me? Girls do test guys, right? Well, no, no way! It doesn’t work that way with me. Obviously she has failed her own test!

I knew what I was going to do. It’s better I quit the relationship now before things snowball and get out of hand. Lord knows I have tried. If Eze could see me now, I bet he would have a stroke while laughing at me because I’ve made a lot of sacrifices. Worthless sacrifices, it turns out to be. Well, it didn’t matter to me again now because I knew I was only trying to build a relationship.

Yes, I knew I said that I wanted to show her that men are still worth it, which was why I was willing to put up with her shit all this while. Obviously, she wasn’t worth it! Men are not worth it; women are not worth it, either. There’s no point having a relationship. If people in relationship cannot be at least understanding and considerate enough, then why have a relationship at all? What’s the point? Nobody’s actually worth it! Relationships are supposed to be simple. Straightforward. Fun. And satisfying. And definitely not one-sided…

And then I thought about Ify. My Ify! The girl who said I didn’t know how much she loved me. Oh my God! I felt the emptiness again followed by a sudden rush of emotion. Yes, I am going to try to bring Ify back—whatever it takes. That is certainly what I’ll have to do.

I am going to beg her to take me back. It suddenly struck me how much I’ve missed that sweet girl – the woman of my dreams. What was I even thinking to have let her go? Just like that?! My God, how much I have missed that girl!

In all the months I have been with her, never has she given me any sign that she could do something preposterous like what Sandra have just done. I am going tell her everything she needs to know about me, even if it involves teaching her, with the glimmer of hope that things will work out well for both of us. I knew myself and I knew it was not going to be the easiest thing for me to do but at least it’s good for a start.

But first, Sandra has to go.

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CHAPTER 18

I was seriously hoping that Sandra will never change again. I was hoping she was back for good. I was hoping she was now finally coming around and was going to; at least, start showing a semblance of returning my affection. I was also thankful, though regretfully, that Ify never came so that I would fully concentrate on building a solid relationship with Sandra.

She had pleaded with me that she wanted to follow me to the office. She had said she wanted to see how we do our job. She had also said she suspected we were having so much fun and she wanted to share in the fun. I couldn’t say no. Finally, I accepted her request and took her along with me.

The first day she came to office, she was very elated and everything seemed to interest her. From the look of envy on the faces of my colleagues, I could see that they thought I was very lucky to have such a charming girl.

Lucy was the only person who wasn’t so moved by Sandra’s visit. Later when I got the chance to talk to her, she asked me about Ify and if we were still together. I stalled. I didn’t know exactly what to tell her but I could see the disapproval clearly written all over her face. Although she didn’t say it, I didn’t need anybody to tell me she thought, and didn’t like the idea, that I was cheating on Ify.

My attention shifted to Sandra. I noticed that she was actively flirting with all the guys. They seemed to like her. Of course, that was expected because she had a very likeable nature. Even David the Taciturn smiled when she complimented him and told him his spectacles made him look so sәxy and his serious face showed that he was the only one doing the real work at Delic.

She was so free with them. She got so touchy-feely with Mike and Ikenna, especially Ikenna. She kept on telling Ikenna that she envied his girlfriend and she knows that so many girls will kill to have him because of his muscular physique and hairy chest. I could see that although Ikenna felt so flattered by that statement; he actually liked it from the way he kept grinning sheepishly. At a stage, for some inexplicable reasons, it struck me that she was actually trying to make me feel jealous by brazenly flirting with them. Why?

Well, I tried to ignore her theatrics. I walked out from where they were all seated and moved to the reception lobby to chat with Stubborn Lucifer. The presence of Sandra didn’t give her much courage or reason to be chatty and jovial with me. Who said women were not territorial? Besides, all women hate cheaters, I know...

At the end of work that very day, we went home. She couldn’t stop talking about the events that happened at the office.

Alright, alright, alright. Alright, I get it! I know I’m so lucky to be working with such a great team. I know that from the look of things at the office, it looks like we were being paid a lot of money because of the air of comfort in our office. I also know that David was very handsome and Mike was a talkative and Ikenna looked so manly and it looks like the small girl likes me a lot but why are you telling me all these things?What’s your point?

At a point it got so boring and tiring as she kept on going through it over and over again that I simply excused myself and went into the other room to work on my computer. She didn’t like that. She followed me into the room. She demanded to know why I didn’t feel like talking with her again. She also wanted to know why I was feeling so angry all of a sudden.

I didn’t respond but she wouldn’t let me be. I told her I was not angry. She said she didn’t believe me. I told her I didn’t want to be disturbed. She asked me if I was calling her a disturbance.

Yes. But I didn’t tell her so. I just told her I needed to update my blog and I needed full concentration. She told me she couldn’t understand why I have chosen my stupid blog over her.

Now, that was a biting remark. I paused and looked up from my computer and watched her for some seconds. I didn’t say anything but she could see from the cold stare I gave her that she had crossed the line with that remark and I was no longer happy with her.

She apologized and tried to correct herself by taking back her words immediately. She came by my side and patted me on the back. She apologized and told me that she said it out of anger. I accepted her apology.

She pulled a second seat, sat down beside me and told me that she was going to help me with the updating. Soon we were lost in the topic I was writing about. For the rest of the night she kept on questioning me on what I really meant by posting that religion does not necessarily make people moral.

She was interested in my explanation that naturally most people are inherently good and anybody who wants to do good will do so without being constrained by any religious dogma. She dozed off while I was still going on with my in-depth explanations. I smiled to myself. Somehow, in spite of everything, I wondered if I wasn’t beginning to like this strange girl so much. But that’s not possible, is it?

I carried her to the bed and gently placed her on the mattress. She was quite heavy. I arranged her head on the pillow before I went back to my blog to continue working till late into the night. I made a silent prayer in my mind for things to work out fine between us.

I was beginning to see the signs that it would – the fact that I could easily forgive her gave me hope. Maybe I was finally getting it right and I was going to make it work and she was beginning to respond favorably, who knows? Happily, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I might have been getting it right but obviously she wasn’t because she started pilfering, okay let me put it this way, she started taking my money—without my permission. It wasn’t that noticeable at first because she was only taking very small amount of money.

Then it started looking like stealing when it started becoming very noticeable. I decided it was time to test her. I purposely started leaving small sums of money in my pockets and drawers.

And the money will just simply disappear. It was very funny at first. Did she think I didn’t notice? Of course, I did. I only chose to ignore.

But I stop ignoring when her financial demands started getting out of hand. It seemed like she always had a different need every now and then that must be fulfilled by me unless I don’t want to have any more peace in the house. Finally, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore and that means I will have to call time on all her shenanigans. I was only waiting for the right time. The right time came one Saturday when she said she wanted some money to do her hair.

“Chux, please I need some money to do my hair,” she pleaded. She always knows how to coo when making such demands.

“Your hair again? But I thought I gave you some money just last week for the same hair?”

“So…? I don’t like this hairstyle again!” she said defiantly. “As you can see, it’s old already…”

I was totally flabbergasted. What is really her problem? I can’t believe she could suddenly become this arrogant, and ignorant, and cynical, and immature. I had to call her to order immediately before a greater damage is done.

I frowned immediately and said, “Look Sandra, I don’t have that type of money!”

She looked at me for awhile, shrugged and said, “Hmm… okay…”

“What…? Why are you saying hmm?” I demanded.

“Chux, to tell you the truth, I don’t seem to understand you these days. Every time, you don’t have that type of money…”

I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to spring her accusation and blame game on me by questioning my intentions and motives.
She didn’t know I was ready for that now.

“Sandra, I think you should learn how to control and differentiate between your wants and desires. How much do you think I’m even being paid?”

“Oh, are you saying you not being paid well? Remember, I’ve been to your office so I know what I have seen. What I don’t understand is why you are now trying to become very stingy?”

No wonder! I smirked. Sorry girl, nice try but it won’t work this time.

I looked at her and said, “Well… sorry about that but for your information, I’m not being paid a bumper salary, if that’s what you think. I only try to manage the little I have by curtailing on my expenses. And I expect you should start doing that too by stop being unnecessarily extravagant…”

“Me? Extravagant? OK, no problem. Anyway, I think I know why you are doing this wicked thing to me now,” she said accusingly. And I got curious instantly.

“Wicked thing?” I snorted. “Hmm. Okay…? Alright. Go ahead. Tell me why, I’m listening,” I said.

“You think I don’t know? You are doing it to me because I’m not your Ify. Don’t think that I don’t know that you are still feeling something for her. You can’t lie to me because I know it! I know you! You are just putting up a charade and acting as if you love me but I know you don’t! Your mind is elsewhere…”

I wanted to shout her down but I paused. She got me there. Your mind is elsewhere. Come to think of it, I think she was right… in a way, but I don’t think it was that obvious, or was it? I don’t know why but sometimes when I look at Sandra, I just find myself wishing she was Ify. At such times, I find myself making some mental comparisons. There was always this thing I have and felt for Ify… this wonderful but indescribable thing about Ify that Sandra will never have.

I didn’t notice it at first but the absence from Ify has made me to discover it. It’s true; absence makes the heart grow fonder.

She was keenly watching my face as I considered that in my mind. But I had to say something so I said, “Sandra you don’t know what you are saying! Please accept the simple fact that when I say I don’t have the money, I mean exactly that, okay?”

“Okay, sir!”

She didn’t bring up the issue again. She also cut down on her demands. Surprisingly too her pilfering acts also stopped. Now, that’s a reasonable girl!

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The next morning I was surprised with what I saw when I went into the kitchen. The takeaway and the malt were kept on top of the fridge, still untouched. I opened it. The fried rice, chicken and salad had spoiled because I could perceive the light stench of rotten food.

I didn’t say anything to her. I just quietly prepared and left for work.

At the office, after completing my early morning assignment, I went back to my office to resume my deep thinking. She has always said she was going to make me forget Ify. Obviously, that was not working anymore because I noticed that my thoughts were now drifting towards Ify every now and again.

Ify? How was she? How did I allow things go so badly between us? How was she faring now? Why hasn’t she ever bothered to call me since then? Does it mean she never actually felt anything for me? Or has she found another guy?

Suddenly, I felt a very strong temptation to call her. I want to see her right now! I wanted to know how she was doing. I wanted to see if there was any chance that we could get back together. Yes, I also wanted to know how she was taking the whole thing… if she was better off… or worse off…

It was strange but I found out I was seriously yearning for her. I brought out my phone to dial her number and then I stopped. What if she has deleted my number? Or changed her number entirely? What if she refuses to answer? Okay, what will I say to her if she did answer?

I became confused once again. I wasn’t feeling so comfortable with knowing the answers to those questions I just raised. I started all over again contemplating once more, if I should call her or not. I finally decided to. Well, I am the man and a man must face all his fears…

I started dialing again and then I stopped. I didn’t want her to know it was me. Of course, that will signify to her immediately that I am worse off. Pathetic me, she did say.

I hid my caller ID before dialing her. I listened to the dialing tone. I was happy her phone rang. Which means she hasn’t changed her number. But I wasn’t happy that she didn’t answer. That could mean anything… anything like something very terribly bad!

I decided to call her again in the next one hour. As I watched the seconds tick away, I formulated in my mind what I was going to tell her. I knew she didn’t know that I have moved so I might start from there.

Exactly one hour later, I dialed her number again. This time around, I didn’t hide my caller ID. Let her see it. Maybe she didn’t answer then because she didn’t answer calls from hidden numbers? Or maybe she suspected it was me because she knew I often played that type of prank so she refused to answer? Or, who knows, maybe she was very sick or in a very great danger and she badly needs some help?

I listened as the phone rang at the other end. She didn’t pick the call again. What could be wrong now? I was really becoming worried.

I tried to calm down. I counted from one to hundred and then I counted from hundred down to one. Then I started to compose a small text message. I told her in the message that if she ever got this text that all I wanted to tell her was to drop by at the office anytime she chose to collect her novel that was with me since I was no longer staying in Coal Camp.

I still have her novel You Belong To Me by Mary Higgins Clark. I didn’t mention where I was now staying but I was hoping she was going to ask so that we will have something to discuss.

I felt happy immediately I sent that message. It doesn’t matter anymore what she thought about me now. I was contemplating whether I should call her back, not to ask her to come back to me, although I was never going to rule that out, but at least to let her know what the problem—my problem was. If not for anything, at least let her forgive me.

I can only wait. Throughout that very day at the office, whenever my door opened I would imagine she was going to come in.

She didn’t. At last, I gave up. Maybe she’ll come tomorrow.

No, Vince, I think you should wake up and face the reality that you’ve lost her—forever!

Dejected, I started heading home to deal with the tough cookie I now have in my house.

When I opened the door, the rich aroma of the Egusi soup she had prepared wafted into my olfactory. What was she up to now? I treaded in cautiously. I walked to my seat and sat down.

Then she materialized from the second room. She was carrying the food in a tray. She gently walked to my desk and carefully placed the food on the table. Then she turned and beamed a smile at me. I knew that she had perfectly timed everything. She perfectly understood I really have a thing about surprises.

It wasn’t the wonderful smile she threw me that caught my attention. Not the chilled bottle of Star she had placed on the tray beside the cassava fufu in the china plate. It wasn’t even the large pieces of meat that were staring at me from the appetizing Egusi soup.

What caught my attention and made me catch my breath was the way she was skimpily dressed. She smiled again at me revealing her perfect set of white teeth before settling down on my laps at an angle facing me sideways so that I could fill my eyes with the delightful sight of her cleavage in front of me. The bum shorts she wore completely exposed her tantalizing fleshy and smooth laps as she sat down. I swallowed involuntarily as I slowly ran my hands all over her thighs. Something was also rocking very hard in my trousers.

“Open your mouth let me feed you,” she commanded in a very tiny amorous voice.

That was all she said. That was all she needed to say. There was no need for asking for me forgiveness. She knew she was already forgiven!

So I opened my mouth and she started to feed me. As I ate, I could only think of one thing. Who is this girl Sandra?

Yes, so refreshing!

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But then again, why wouldn’t I like her when she was an enigma and such a sәx bomb in the bed. She was so good in bed that I once jokingly asked her, after a marathon round of sәx one night, if she wasn’t actually mastering sәx in UI. She laughed and told me that she was actually planning on doing that in her PhD!

I told her I wouldn’t mind to be the lecturer who will take her in the course Practical Fuckology and I would make sure she never graduates because I will definitely keep failing her just to make sure she keeps repeating the course. She couldn’t stop laughing that night.

She was really wild and she approached sәx religiously—almost like it was sort of a game to her. She was never shy as she showed no inhibitions. She knew all the thrilling positions and the bed was no longer our favorite playing field because she was ready to do it with me anywhere – the bathroom, the kitchen, on top of my desk, on the floor, nowhere was spared!

With her, sәx was a complete pleasurable act of giving and receiving. In short, she knew how to make a man to always keep coming back and begging for more.

In the first two to three weeks days she lived with me, I was always happy waking up in the morning and also whenever it was time for me to go from the office because although I always had an idea of what would be waiting for me in the house, I didn’t exactly know what it was actually going to be like.

On my way back from work, I will keep on fantasizing and visualizing what she was going to come up with. She was very unpredictable and I liked that so much. This was very thrilling to me because I love surprises so much and nothing could be more thrilling than knowing that I could never guess what she was going to come up with.

Sometimes she would be standing by the door waiting for me. It was always a pleasing sight, opening the door and watching her dressed in her birthday suit and giving me that coy look from under her eyelashes. And from there, we would launch into action immediately with no time to waste.

Some other times, I would be treated with a striptease entertainment. Sometimes she would be so passive and I will have to do all the work to coerce her into action. We might even have to go out and get ourselves drunk before she will get into the mood.

She was like that. So different. So complex. So sәxy. So amazing. So intriguing. So seductive. So… so… so… what’s that word again…?

Our days usually began and ended like that. And it was so good…

Until she dramatically changed.

I can’t say I knew exactly what came over her but she changed so drastically. I didn’t see it coming but she started complaining about everything that you can possibly imagine. If it wasn’t something I did, then it would be something I didn’t do. I tried to figure out what her game was but I couldn’t.

First, she started complaining about being so lonely. She said that she didn’t like the fact that I would leave her all alone in the house while I will be outside catching all the fun.

She didn’t actually say I was cheating on her but I got a similar message from the way she would often sound and insinuate things in her complaints. I hate it when a woman levels such an accusation towards me when I am completely innocent, most especially.

Her frequent complaints started getting to me. I told her that she could come with me to the office if she thought I was having all the fun all by myself. Of course, I didn’t tell her that she could always go back to her aunt, or to her friends, or better still, back to Ibadan, anytime she wants but I had it in mind to tell her so.

I also installed a MyTV satellite decoder and paid for the subscription so that she could watch the telly, if she so wish, while I was away. She liked it at first and rewarded me by putting up with what I could have easily described as her best performance in the bed ever only that she could always surprise you by coming up with more.

Then I noticed a pattern was beginning to develop. She would nag. We would have a small fight. Then we will make up with my complying with her requests. Then she would reward me with good sәx. It was clear to me that she was now using sәx as a weapon but I couldn’t do anything again to stop it. You would not believe it but like I mentioned earlier, I was also beginning to like her—and her subtle controlling ways.

I saw her in a different light. Most of the women I have known in my life tend to quickly fall in love with me and get attached too soon. They often come on too strong too. Sandra was quite different. She got me wondering if I wasn’t actually losing my touch.

I knew our relationship was defined along the lines of a rebound but I still felt there is the need to know if something could actually develop from there. Not that I wanted a relationship with her right away anyway but then again, why not… why shouldn’t I? She was smart, funny, intelligent, versatile, sәxy, fun, interesting, wild, strange…

But I was seriously troubled by the fact that she was no longer interested in flirting with me, at least, as much as she was doing before. Somehow, she managed to give me this feeling that she was not feeling me again and that really baffled me. I couldn’t ascertain if her recent lack of interest in me was because she was still feeling something for her guy who jilted her. But it can’t be because she never mentioned him again to me.

So one evening while we were watching a love scene playing out on Super Story, she blurted out her mind and said, “I only pity women who fall in love…”

She was referring to the scene were a lady was desperately trying to get back her man who had left her for another woman. I took notice immediately.

“How do you mean?” I asked, clearly interested in her answer.

“Can’t you see it? Men are not just worth it!” she blasted.

I wanted to ask her what she meant by that but it was self-explanatory so I allowed that to pass but there was a way she said it that really disturbed me. She was not only defiant; she was also resolute in her opinion. I could see she had completely given up on men and that really disturbed me. Are we really that bad? Somehow, I felt pity for her. She must have gone through a lot of pains in the hands of men.

Then and there, I resolved within myself that I am going to try to build a relationship with her and I’m going to reverse her thoughts and prove to her that men are actually worth it. I am also going to make her fall in love with me. I’m going to take away all her pains. No matter what it takes…

I knew that was not my style. I knew that if Eze should ever hear my thoughts now, he would laugh his ass off but I didn’t care anymore. I could still hear Ify’s words reverberating in my head. You should be thinking about the future—your own future!

Yes, I should and that future starts now!

But it didn’t work out. The more I tried to convince her that she should let go and let someone show her love, the more she pulled away.

Like a changed man, I became so caring. I always wanted to know how she was feeling. Quite unlike me, I even tried to become more romantic.
There was never a day I will be coming back from the office without buying her some form of present. I would call her from the office anytime I got the chance.

I couldn’t believe myself because I knew I was becoming more like Uchman. Sometimes, I will tell myself that I won’t call her at all or not more than once but I find out that I always ended up calling her more than thrice from the office just to ask her how she was doing.

I started freeing up more time from my computer so that I could be with her and listen to her stories. I even tried to learn a few more sәx tricks to add to her pleasure in the bed.

It wasn’t easy at all.

It might sound laughable to someone like Eze that I was doing all that but to me, it was not a laughing matter. I really wanted to work on myself. I was ready for a change. So why wasn’t she feeling me? For the first time in my dating life, if I should call it that, I started getting concerned over what a girl really thought about me and if something wasn’t actually wrong with me.

It got so serious that it started affecting my work. Sometimes, I will be completely lost in deep thoughts and I wouldn’t hear when someone calls my name or even notice when someone walks into my office.

We still had sәx occasionally though but it was no longer all that satisfying to me knowing that the person I was making love to wasn’t actually feeling me and I couldn’t tell why.

One day she openly confessed to me that she understood my struggles and how I was going beyond myself in trying to please her. She told me she just wants me to understand that she wants to take her time. She advised me not to push it because she was not thinking of anything long-term; in fact, she was not thinking of having any relationship with me, for now. That was exactly how she put it. Well, well, well… there she said it, didn’t she! What girl in her right senses will want to marry you?

Surprisingly though, my first thought wasn’t to call it quits and throw her out immediately. I was determined to get her out of her shell. I told myself that I wasn’t going to push it. She was now my project. I knew it will take a lot of patience but I was determined to see it to the end.
But she kept on making everything worse.

I came back from work one evening completely famished and worn out. I was hoping that I would have something to eat but much to my greatest chagrin, there was no food in the house when I came back. So I flared up. Maybe she was now mistaking my gentlemanliness and kind gestures towards her as the barking of a toothless bulldog?

“Sandra where’s my food? Or didn’t you know I would be coming back by this time?!” I sparked.

“Hmm… wonders shall never end! Since when did that start?!” she challenged me immediately. “Am I your wife that I am supposed to be cooking for you?”

What the fück!

I couldn’t believe my ears but the painful part was coming to terms with the sinking feeling that I experienced in that small fraction of a second I thought about what she had just said and I realized that she was right!

But what even pained me the most was that she didn’t even move an inch from where she sat. And she didn’t even turn her head to look at me. I considered that to be very disrespectful. Defiantly, she just sat on the bed and continued watching BBC World News. She really needs a good slap. No, slaps.

But I managed to control myself.

Was this not exactly the same message Eze was always trying to pass across to me all along? He has never hesitated to tell me that one of the main reasons why he would never settle for a Nigerian girl was because of the way she will pretend to be so nice during courtship only to change very quickly and show you her true colors once you marry her. According to Eze, she will then do everything within her powers to make you know that she’s gotten what she wanted, which in most case is usually marriage, and she is now in charge.

Obviously Sandra knew she now had some form of power over me now and she wasn’t hesitating to use it all to her own advantage or whatever she was playing at. But she’s not even my wife, which makes the whole situation much more complicated and very confusing. She couldn’t even at least pretend. But then again, it’s not her fault. The blame is all mine. After all, I wanted it to work…

“Alright Sandra, please tell me, what exactly is your problem?” I was very calm. She finally turned her head and looked at me very indifferently.

“I don’t have any problem. It is you who has got a problem. If you are hungry, why don’t you just quietly go in there and prepare something for yourself? I think you now know how to cook, huh…?”

Dâmn! One more word like that from her again and she’s going to get it!

“Oho...! Now I see…”

“See what…?” she retorted back immediately.

“Is that why you taught me how to cook?” I said, trying to lighten things up and make it look like a joke. She didn’t because she scowled.

I had to try again. “Sandra, listen, let me make something clear to you, the thing is that if you are going to continue staying in this house, I expect you to be ready to make some sacrifices which include preparing my meals. Unless…”

“Unless what…?” she flared up. Oh no, I didn’t mean it that way. I was getting it all wrong.

“Unless you want me to go, huh? Huh…? Well, if that’s what you want, why don’t you just go ahead and say it?” she fired back at me immediately in a very challenging manner.

“Sandra, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then please leave me alone!”

And that was exactly what I did. I didn’t say any more word to her again. I quietly went out to the nearest restaurant to eat. After eating, I ordered for a beer. Then I ordered for another beer. When I was about to go, I requested for a takeaway with a canned malt. I wanted to give it to her.

When I came back, I wasn’t surprised to find out that she was still watching the telly. It was fast becoming her greatest passion and pastime these days. I handed over the takeaway to her. She accepted it and murmured something that could have been either a ‘thank you’ or a ‘fück you’.

Obviously, she was not in a talking mood. I let her be. I just went over to my corner of the mattress and beckoned on sleep to come.

to be continued...

anasbeaut: Very long instructions but I ll try. Cos d suspense is too much

Hehehee...Anaa...chai!!!

It's not long. If your PayPal is funded, it won't even take you up to five minutes.

LeoFish92: 2scorehigh I have a feeling that this your novel is more of your biography, a description of your personal life and sexscapades and ofcourse your ingenuity. in fact you are Vince!

Ha ha haa...

We'll see about that Leo!

Ha ha haa...

anasbeaut: Pls how can I pay to get this novel? Don't udstd amazon or smash word options.

Oh Wow!

Dearest Ana, believe it or not, you are my biggest fan! And you are truly a beaut. I hope the suspense is not killing you already…?

Ha ha ha.

To get the novel is very fast and simple and I think the Smashwords option is the simplest, most especially if you are in Nigeria. All you need is a PayPal account.

The novel is currently only available in the eBook format which means you can only read it on your PC(laptop), tablet, Android, BlackBerry, Mac, etc…

I intend to make it into a physical print version which is converting it into a physical book once I am through with the logistics.

So if you click on that Smashwords link I gave, you will see the BUY option. Click on it. Then click on CHECKOUT. You will then follow through by choosing the CHECKOUT WITH PAYPAL option. And then click on PROCEED TO CHECKOUT.

Wait…I hope you already have a PayPal account, huh? Well, you can always register a free PayPal account. Of course, Nigerians are now accepted on PayPal.

Yay!!!

Alright.

After the payment is successful, you will see the link to download the book file. You can choose to download the EPUB format. Click on it to start the download.

That’s all.

Now, to start reading it immediately, you will download and install the latest EPUB Reader(FBreader) suitable for your operating system – Windows, Android, Mac OS X, Linux, BlackBerry 10, etc.

For example, if you want to read it on your Windows PC(laptop), you will click on Windows to download the FBreader for Windows. If you want to read it on Android, you will click on Adroid to download the FBreader for Android.

Click here to download the FBreader.

After installing it on your system, you can then use it to view the book file you downloaded from Smashwords.

It’s a very simple, fast and straight forward process. You can always ask me any question if you encounter any difficulty, okay?

Once again, thanks a lot.

Note: Your PayPal account must be verified & funded. To verify your PayPal account, you will need to first link either of your MasterCard or Visa Card to your PayPal account.

I linked my UBA Africard to my PayPal account. So anytime I want to make an online transaction with PayPal, I will first of all fund my UBA Africacard account so that PayPal can have access to that fund.

It's not only UBA Africard. You can also link your PayPal with your GTBank mastercard, DiamondBank Visa, etc. You can make use of any of the Nigerian Banks' MasterCard or Visa.

Meanwhile, we can continue dealing with the suspense by Clicking Here To Continue Reading…

Quadlaw: One thing i've always loved 'bout ur work is ur 'description'. Be it either d characters or d scene itself. Great work, man!

Wow! I'm so flattered.

Well, I guess I have to make it that way because if I make you to 'see' it, you will most likely 'feel' it and if you feel it, you will...

Finally here is mine. I have published some of my works before under the pen name Emmy Boy but this one is my latest. It is a thrilling romance story packed with suspense and lots and lots of important life lessons for our youths.

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These are the links to get to it:

Available on Smashwords
Available on Amazon.com
Available on Amazon.co.uk

It is available in all eBook formats but I am already planning to also get in published in print with CreateSpace.

I would so much love your critical reviews too.

Thanks and to all our dedicated writers out there, I say, may your writing pen never run dry!

getafe: hehehehei beta na, d ogbanje guy cannot flirt with any oda girl knowing dat his ogbanje girl will be monitorin him with her ogbanje mirror. Na fire for fire, e no go dey easy 4 d guy na.

Chai! Too much Nigerian film...

Fourcade: Mehn. .i love Sandra already!

"Trust me, I am going to make you forget this Ify, it’s a promise.”

Ghen Ghen Na who go tire?

Ha haa...monsieur d'accord. Moi aussi.

Meanwhile, let's move on...


CHAPTER 17

The new house experience was exactly what I needed. I so much cherish novelties and that was exactly what the change of scene did for me. I felt reinvigorated. I felt alive. I quickly tried to adapt to the surroundings. I fell in love immediately with the serene environment which contrasted sharply with the Coal Camp bustling and noisy surroundings.

I was also happy because I knew that such quiet environment was very good for me as a programmer so that I could focus very well and work on the online games app I was already developing with HTML5.

The interior of the house was painted milky white while the exterior was painted white which matched very well with the black roofing. The rooms were quite spacious. All the exit doors and all the windows had burglary proofs so I also felt quite safe. There were few repairs to be done on the ceilings, the mosquito nets and a few electrical wiring but I didn’t mind because I was still reveling in the new experience of having my own apartment rather than living in a yard with so many cotenants and putting up with their ceaseless noise.

Sandra also helped me to adjust very well as she really turned out to be exactly what I needed at the moment. She ran errands and went to the market to buy most of the things we needed in the house as I was always away at the office. She was a great helper and always too willing to do more for me.

She saw to it that everything was arranged and placed in exactly the way I wanted. I was glad that the apartment had two bedrooms. That will offer a lot of space as well as the much needed privacy for private matters.

I moved all my belongings into one of the rooms. That left the other room almost vacant except for my desk and chairs which I positioned in one corner of the room to give the room a semblance of an office. The apartment also had a little kitchen so that gave me more space too.

One of the best things about the new house was that none of my colleagues at the office was living with me there. They didn’t know it but I was so glad when they officially announced to me that I was still going to be living in a separate rented apartment different from where they all lived after all.

Anyway, that was the initial plan but at some point, I think they wanted to change the arrangement so that I would have to live with the rest of them because the Management thought it would save more money but at the very last moment, as luck would have it, the boss decided against it and gave the nod for the apartment to be rented for me because according to him, that was his original plan and he always kept his promises.

It really amused me that they actually thought I was going to feel so lonely and abandoned living all by myself. Of course, what they didn’t know was that although I might appear to be social and chatty most times, sometimes, I so much enjoy my privacy being on my own with no unnecessary disturbances from anybody.

My happiness increased my productivity at the work place. My students felt it. My colleagues felt it. In fact, everybody I came in contact felt it. My lively spirit was back.

Everything was okay… everything apart from Sandra.

At first, Sandra was very helpful and understanding. I didn’t even notice when she started leaving some of her things in my place until the day I woke up and surprisingly discovered that she was now my roommate, sort of.

The most surprising part was that it didn’t even take her so much time to do that. Unlike Ify, she never asked me for my keys. She just assumed I will be okay with it if she took it without asking and that was that.

Anyway, it didn’t matter because I really needed the company and since the new house was located in a very serene environment, it was always good to have someone to talk to when you needed to. Besides, she was a very good company.

She took it upon herself to always prepare my meals on time. It turns out she was a very good cook. There was a day we had an argument when I told her I didn’t know how to cook. She expressed her shock at once and told me to get ready because she was going to show me how.
I told her I was never cut out for such things so I was never going to learn. She insisted. I resisted. Then she told me that I should get ready to start eating outside because there’s no way I will be eating the food she prepared without her ever getting to eat mine. Hmm.

One of the first things I quickly noticed about Sandra was that she knew how to have her own way. Of course, she knew how to persuade, motivate or coerce, as the case might be. Although I recognized the signs and I could have chosen to thwart her moves but then I liked the fact that she always gave me the impression that she could be assertive as well as submissive as situation demands.

So I finally acquiesced to her demand.

Funnily enough, I found cooking to be interesting—and challenging too because in the end, not only did I learn how to prepare Egusi soup but also Okra and Ogbono soup. She even got me to learn how to prepare yam porridge and of course, my favorite rice and beans with stew. It didn’t taste like anything near Mama Eloka’s but I was glad that for all what it’s worth, I could now cook, all thanks to Sandra.

Maybe it was because I was now using gas cooker as against kerosene stove, maybe it was because the kitchen was now located inside the main building or maybe it’s simply because I had a very sexy girl as my guidance directing me but I was glad to discover that cooking wasn’t that strenuous as I have always imagined.

She was also good in making conversations which explains why I said she was a good company. She seemed to know so much about the world, people and places and I was so glad that, quite unlike so many girls I knew, she seem to be interested in politics, news and current affairs.

She also liked being on the internet. Occasionally, she will call my attention to certain interesting news or articles she read on some other blog. When I told her about my religion blog, she went mad with excitement.

She kept on asking me questions on the different controversial topics I raised on the blog. She wanted to know if I really believed that the concept of Original Sin was not feasible. She wanted to know if I really thought that Satan and Lucifer were not the same entity. She wanted to know my views on reincarnation, numerology and astrology.

I never got tired of answering those questions. Not only was it exciting to me that I had an interested audience who was so eager to listen and learn from me, I was also glad that I was with someone who was willing to discuss religious issues with me with open-mindedness.

I didn’t notice I was gradually easing into liking her.

to be continued...