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Hi guys,

Sorry for keeping you waiting. It's not like I don't want to update. It's just that I'm completely tired of this anti bot spam of a guy and the way it has been banning me up and down with no mercy.

I don't even know the censored words anymore or what not to do to avoid his red card.

So for the sake of future updates, instead of just waiting here, you can always stroll to my blog to check for the latest, okay?

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Now, to catch up with the latest, Click Here to Read The Rest of Chapter 16 of IFY - A Romantic Thriller...

yungcyrus: Well i couldn't biliv i read dis story from the beginning to dis point.....As a young upcoming writer, i find this ur work inspiring n captivating too...I wish i could get the crowd off their feet lyk you do......great work

Wow...that's good to hear. Thanks so much for your inspiring wordz.

Hmmm, so you want to lift the crowd off their feet? That is so good to hear but I must warn you to be ready for the pressure because the whole weight might just collapse on you!

getafe: By the tym u flirt with an ogbanje girl (a girl frm marmaid kingdom) no be person go tell u to stop flirting around with girls.

Hmm...Getafe!!!! Chai, chai, chaaiiii!!! Abeg easy o. Habaaa, nne biko weluya nwayoo, I nugo...?

Chineke mee!!!

From the way sound, I think I know your type. U be the type wey dey mark your guy wella becos say you no dey like take robbish at all from guys, abi I dey lie?

But the truth be say somehow, I dey like your type kwa for something serious becos as you no dey take robbish from men na so you no dey come do robbish kwa, abi?

Ahhh! See her face...See as she dey smile...U don dey smile abi? U don dey smile...

Ahem, one more thing, abeg no vex make I ask u dis question. Wetin u think say go happen if ogbanje man come dey flirt with ogbanje girl...girls?

Hahahaaaaa...o di egwu o!

bollify: Oga 2scorehigh... You got me hanging on.... Abeg this story sweet like honey.... Your work is exceptionally gratifying.. More power to your elbow

Chai!!!

Frankenstein: "Don't let any clingy bitcch stall your game, there are many fishes in the ocean"

I still don't get why the MC broke up with Ify. I've tried to figure it out but the dots do not connect. 2scorehigh, I think I need clarifications.

Great story, bloke.

Oga Frank, nwoke m, añụna ngwọ na nkwụ na-abịa.

I don't know if you understand Igbo or not but even if you don't, get an Igbo bloke to interpret that for you, okay? That's my answer for you.

Ahem, BTW who are you even calling bloke? Next time I hear that bloke word from you eh, I won't hesitate to call you Frankenstein Monster. So take note!

quintybabee: You have a very good sense of humor

I'm so glad you noticed.

Hmm, let's wait and see...

True words! This is so wonderful. I like your exposition, OP.

CHAPTER 16

“Who is Ify?” a strange voice asked me.

I woke up with a start. My head was spinning. My head was hurting from last night’s hangover. Where am I? Then the fuzzy picture started to clear. Of course, I am right inside my room but who is this strange girl peering down at me?

The headache was very tough. I was glad it was a Saturday hence I wouldn’t worry about getting to work that morning. I closed my eyes and quickly tried to recollect what must have transpired the previous night and how I ended up with a stranger in my bed.

“Who?” I asked.

“Who is Ify?” she asked again, insistently.

I was now back. She was the girl I picked up at the bar yesterday. The girl who told me she was trying to get over a heart break. The pretty girl who said her name was Sandra.

“Why do you ask?”

“You kept on calling me Ify as we made love last night so I want to know who she is.”

“Really? Did I? Hmm…”

Sandra was peering at me and expecting me to say something worthwhile. How can I start telling her about Ify?

“Well… she’s just some girl I knew…” I replied, indifferently.

“Seriously? Some girl…? And you kept on calling me by her name? Tell me the truth, is she your lover?”

Oh shït!

“Alright, alright, let’s just say she’s my ex…”

“Really? I see… No wonder you kept repeating her name. You really freaked me out.” She paused and then said, “So tell me, are you still in love with her?”

“Please, let’s not go there!” I was already seething inside. I felt like she knew so much already and I don’t even know anything about her.

“Okay… but I want you to know I don’t like the idea of you calling me by her name. It’s so creepy! The way I see it, if we are still going to do what we did last night, then it’s either you are with me or you are with her, okay?”

On hearing that, I became fully awake and alert immediately.

Now who’s this Sandra and what’s she talking about? If we are still going to do what we did last night? Is she indirectly telling me that she wants a relationship with me or something?

But I also considered it. Ify is no longer with me. What on earth will stop me from jumping into another relationship immediately? Nothing. Absolutely nothing! I had to move on. I always move on.

I smiled and nodded. “Alright. Accepted.”

Sandra got up from the bed. I watched her as she picked up her clothes from where we had discarded them on the floor last night. She slowly slipped into them. I noticed she was not the shy type. She was such a delight to watch with her exquisite physique. When she was done she said, “Trust me, I’m going to make you forget this Ify, it’s a promise.”

“That will be good,” I chorused back, still smiling.

She seemed a very assertive person. I noticed she didn’t appear to be troubled in any way by our binge drinking last night. She must be a very tough one. I instinctively knew I had to tread with caution.

“So tell me about yourself. Don’t be offended. Seems like I’ve completely forgotten everything you told me yesterday,” I said.

She smiled. A pretty smile. She sat down on my desk and told me that her name was Sandra Okoli from Enugu State. According to her, she just returned from Ibadan where she was doing her Master’s at UI, that is, the University of Ibadan.

Wow! That’s great! To think I even thought she was a pro. She said she came back because her school was on break and she would be going back once they resumed.

She then told me about her long distance relationship with her guy who ended up disappointing her by choosing to settle down with her friend instead of her.

She told me that although she blamed the guy for not being strong willed enough to endure or wait for her, she still suspected the distance was to be blamed because the guy who was staying in Umuahia often complained that her absence was affecting him badly since she was not physically available, and by that, she told me he meant sәx.

I told her I understood. No need to tell her that it will take more than strong will to get a guy’s mind off sәx. She said her friend who was present probably provided that for him which explains why he eventually dumped her and went for her friend instead, and never looked back again despite all his previous love-never-dies promises for her.

I listened as she spoke. When she finished, she told me that she was trying to figure out how not to be mad at both of them which was why she took to drinking because it was proving so difficult for her not to be mad at them. She told me that the worst part was that he even had the audacity to give her a wedding invitation card and she was still undecided whether to attend or not.

When she was through, I told her I was sorry and I hope she will heal very fast. I got a feeling she was strictly on the lookout for a rebound relationship. I didn’t tell her that I was also going through a mending process and in much need for a rebound myself but I still managed to insinuate it and I knew she got the message from the way she looked at me.

Later, she prepared a breakfast for us. It was fried eggs with tomatoes. We took it with hot tea and bread. I was now feeling much better. I thanked her for taking care of me and she told me she was the one who should be thanking me and not the other way round because she has been looking for someone to unburden her heavy heart to.

Then I told her about the new house and my plans to move that same weekend. She told me she would be glad to help me pack and move if I wanted her to. I told her I would be glad if she did. She then offered to help me make arrangements for the van that will move my belongings. I expressed my profound gratitude.

We then exchanged numbers and she told me she was going back to her place in Trans-Ekulu where she is staying with her married aunt but she will come back anytime I called her to help me pack.

I saw her off then I went back to get prepared. The good thing was that I didn’t have much property so I knew it was going to be very easy for me to move everything just once. I felt a slight regret that I will be leaving without Ify but I recalled she said she didn’t have any pity for me and I quickly dismissed that thought.

Instead, I thought about the exciting things I have done in the room. I tried to recall all the sweetest memories I have had in the compound and most especially right inside this very room.

to be continued...

balispecial: lol dnt worry i will show him pepper

U see...? I no talk am...?

I didn’t notice her at first but when I finally did, I started noticing so many things. The first thing I noticed was that she was always at the bar. Sometimes she will be there before I come in. Some other time, she will enter after I have entered.

At first, I thought she was related to the bar owner. Then I started noticing she was also being served just like other customers. Being a very observant person, I also noticed that she was always seated in a position where she will be directly facing me. I started getting this feeling that she was watching me and anytime our eyes met, I felt like she was sending me a message and telling me something—something like catch me if you can!

On this particular day, she came in an orange attire. I don’t know why women in orange dresses always set me on fire! Her cloth was quite revealing too. The tight orange shirt and short black skirt she wore hugged her feminine shape and curves very well. She was quite deliberate today. She walked in and slowly turned her head as if to survey her surroundings.

I took notice immediately. When she saw me, she smiled. Alright, I now knew it. She was inviting me. It was a challenge and I love challenges. I am going to get you, you just wait!

I could see she was very athletic from the graceful manner she walked. As she walked past my table, the sight of her fleshy calves gave me something to be excited about.

She went and sat down five tables away from me and ordered for Guinness Stout. Then she leaned forward. From where I sat I could clearly see her cleavage. She had a haughty expression on her face but she managed to beam a smile at me. The type of condescending smile only hookers can give. I was ashamed because she had just caught me staring. I wanted to look away but my Dutch courage propelled me on. Besides, she’s a hooker, right? No wonder she drank beer unabashedly with guys…

As the waitress was bringing her drink to her, I stood up and grabbed my bottle of Gulder and started moving towards her table.

“Alright, I’m paying for the drink. Please bring two more bottles for us. One Gulder for me and one more Stout…?” She didn’t respond and the haughty look was still there but I was past caring. “Bring us some pepper soup too,” I commanded the waitress.

I pulled the seat from under the table and sat opposite to her.

“I’m Vincent by the way,” I introduced myself, “and you are…?”

She smiled but it was not a welcoming smile. It was the type of smile that says ‘be careful for you are invading my space’.

I had to try again.

“Okay, sorry for being too forward but I wonder what has made a very pretty girl like you to be coming here regularly every evening to drink away her life and sorrows like all these… these… these…” I didn’t complete the statement as I waved my hand around. I didn’t have to say it. I knew she knew I wanted to say losers.

Suddenly she relaxed and smiled. Better. “I’m Sandra. I’m sure you don’t want to hear why I’m here because it’s a very long story…?”

“Try me. I have all the time in the world!” I boasted.

The waitress arrived, served us, and left.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t mention it.”

As we ate and sipped our beer, I casually asked her again why she was always alone at the bar.

She wasn’t forthcoming. She said it was just a personal thing. I told her I wasn’t going to let go. She tried to change the topic. I stuck to my guns. She finally gave up and opened up and told me why she was there. She told me she was trying to forget the heartbreak she just suffered because of the deceitfulness of her friend who went behind her, stole and got married to her boyfriend.

I told her it was a pity and expressed my sympathy. I didn’t tell her I never knew hookers also do fall in love. She told me it was now in the past and she was trying to move on only that it was taking her some time to get used to the fact and getting over the shock that he never loved her as much as he professed. Same old, same old. Women, love, men, and heartbreaks… same old story everywhere.

I ordered for more drinks.

As she spoke, I concentrated on her eyes. She could see I wanted to flirt with her. All thanks to my alcohol induced state of mind, I wasn’t afraid neither did I think it was inappropriate to do so at the moment. I could see she was equally ready to throw all caution to the wind and play. I wanted to forget my sorrows too. And I want to do that now by going gaga.

“Do you live around here?” I asked her.

“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before?”

“Do you know everyone who lives around here?”

She wasn’t replying my questions directly. She wanted to act mysterious and that could be a kind of challenge quite alright. And she was also giving me the green light. Maybe it was the drink, maybe she’s like that, but I could see she was already tripping. She was giving me all the come-on signs.

So I got more courageous.

“Okay, Sandra, since I’m assuming you don’t live around here, I think it wouldn’t be out of place for me to show you around here. I want us to start from my room. There are so many wonderful things I would love to show you there!”

“Hmm… sounds interesting… so where’s this your room?”

“Not so far from here!”

“Okay, let’s get going then!”

“Seriously? Let’s get going…? Wow! What are we waiting for then? Let’s go now! Here, give me your hands…”

I took her hands and pulled her towards me. She had very soft palms. After settling the bill, I held her by the hand and led her away.

It was very late when we reached my compound so I didn’t take the backyard route again. I managed to open my door. We were very drunk but it didn’t matter. We were so happy and that’s the most important thing because we had our different sorrows to forget. I guess that means we could also afford to be reckless!

Once we were inside, we started fooling with ourselves again like we did on our way to the house. I was kissing and föndling her. She was also running her hands all over me while kissing me back.

I don’t even know how we managed to undrәss ourselves.

The last thing I remembered before we tumbled into the bed together was my ego patting me on the back and whispering to me. I told you there are so many fishes in the sea, didn’t I?

to be continued...

Edcharles: I like your interview. It sounds very crazy though buh na ur way na.

I tried to get the book on Smashwords with my mastercard but I didn’t see naija on the list.

So how will I get it immediately because dis ur story baad wella. I just can’t wait to read the complete story abeg

Hmm, that's good. No wahala. You can use PayPal.

Hope you've downloaded and installed the Kindle previewer on your laptop assuming you want to read it on your PC?

BTW, what do you mean my interview sounds crazy. A whole me!!! Chai, Ed, nwoke m, i gbugo m!

Ormorlehwah: Too Short....... Pls, dnt keep Ur fans waiting....

Wow! U don turn to fan? We neva get Jersey o!

Joshchi: Beautifully crafted. Be writing, lemme be reading.

abi?

bollify: vince so na you make my Ify dey misbehave, Its ok. Now that you have left her for me I think she had learnt her lessons and can now come back to my widely opened arms. 2scorehigh you are da bomb, keep it up.

Ha haa...oga bollify did I hear say your Ify?

Hmm...no jus let oga balispecial hear that o!

Unless say you ready to fight for inside ring where Vince 'McMahon' Dike go be the judge.

How you see am...?

I later became romantically involved with Lovina. She was a banker. The relationship was cruising smoothly for four months until Lovina stormed into my apartment one afternoon with her eyes blazing with fire.

“Where is she?!” she demanded.

“Where is who?” I asked.

“Chux, don’t play with me now because I am not ready for that! Where is she? The girl you have been fooling around with thinking that I wouldn’t know?”

“Lovey, Lovey, why don’t you just calm down?” I said, trying to pet her. “There’s no girl here…”

“Hey! Don’t you patronize me, please! Are you going to deny it? I was informed you were with a girl last night! Where is she?!”

“Wow! Wow! Wow! Wait a minute! Is that why you left your bank to come here? Do you want them to sack you? By the way, who told you that?” I tried to laugh it off.

“Ha ha, see my friend, this is not funny! Who told me is not important. What I want you to know is that I cannot stand you cheating on me! I have told you that several times but it seems you don’t listen! Chukwuma, this is your last warning!”

And with that, she stormed out of the house. Only to return five days later, with so much fury.

I tried to calm her down. She wouldn’t calm down. I asked her what the problem was, and she told me I was the problem. She said she was completely tired of our relationship because it seems it wasn’t leading to anywhere.

“You don’t know what you are saying. How can you say that?”

“So what are we doing, then?”

“I believe we are enjoying the relationship and still in the process of trying to know each other more.”

“So let me ask you one thing, for how long are we going to keep on doing that?”

“What do you mean by that?” I countered, frowning.

“You know what I mean! Are you going to marry me or not?” She dropped it like a bombshell.

“Ha Lovina, you better take it easy! What kind of question is that? My God! What has suddenly come over you?”

“Chukwuma, nothing has come over me. It’s a simple question. And I don’t see any reason why it’s going to be so difficult for you to answer. Are you going to marry me?”

“Lovina, what the Bleep is wrong with you?!” I flared up immediately. “You don’t dare force a man to marry you, okay?! It’s not only improper, it’s also not African or don’t you know that?! By the way, are you the one marrying me or am I the one marrying you?!”

“I don’t care!” she blasted. “You are saying that because it’s easier for you, huh? Don’t you know I’m a woman and my time is passing? All I want to know is whether you are even considering me as your wife in this… this… this… this thing or whatever you think we’re doing! So I ask you again, Mr. Chukwuma Dike, and I believe I am asking you a very simple question, are you going to marry me—or not?!”

Hmm… ultimatum! I thought about it for a few seconds, mellowed down, and shrugged my shoulders. “Well, sorry, I don’t know—for now. I don’t think I have any answer for you right now!” I countered. “But to me, the way I see it, I still think there’s no need to rush,” I quickly added.

“Good. You can call me when you have an answer! Good bye!” She stormed out of the room and out of my life. I never saw her again.

A similar thing happened with Linda. And then with Chioma. And with Cynthia and Ngozi, the two sisters I tried to two-time. And then with Jane. Somehow, all those relationships seemed to have ended abruptly.

And now with Ify…

No wonder! So it was her? So it was Mama Chinwe who has been scaring off and turning some of these girls against me and making them to suddenly give me ultimatums or start demanding I tell them where our relationship was heading, or in some cases, suddenly developing some cold feet and quitting the relationship without looking back?

Wow!

Well, thanks to Ify, I was glad I now knew. I was also glad that I will be moving out very soon to the new apartment where Mama Chinwe will no longer have any of her diabolic influence on any of my relationships again.

For the rest of the day at the office, I remained completely taciturn and lost in deep thoughts. When the time for me to go came, I left without saying goodbye to anybody. It was obvious I was very distraught.

When I entered my room, a part of me wished she will just materialize from the dark so that I will kneel down and apologize and tell her what my problem is, then beg her for forgiveness and then we will make passionate love and then we will go out and…

You can’t be serious, are you? Okay I get it, you are now blaming yourself but you know it’s not entirely your fault, right? Now stop thinking like that and grab a shirt let’s go and have some fun. How many times do I have to tell you that there are so many fishes in the sea?

I grabbed a shirt and threw it on my back. I am going to drink and forget all my sorrows. I am going to stop thinking about her. Yes, I’m going to move on.

And that was exactly what I did.

Life started turning out to be wonderful. For two good weeks, I continued with the pattern. I will come back from the office and then spend the rest of the evening at the bar. It didn’t matter that I was slowly becoming a drunk.

I threw myself fully into my work to completely forget about Ify. Luckily for me, I adapt to changes very fast so it wasn’t entirely surprising to me that I was gradually returning back to my normal self. My colleagues, most especially Lucy, were so happy for me. I was happy too. There was no need suffering them with my moodiness. I knew Lucy wanted me to tell her what the problem was but I felt she was too young to understand—without being judgmental too.

Sometimes I would suddenly feel so lonely and I will find myself thinking about her but I will quickly suppress the thought anytime it happened. Well, I guess she will be missing me too, so let her miss me.

My life now shuttled from my house to the office to the bar and back to my house everyday and it was great!

I was at the bar one evening when I saw her.

to be continued...

Wow! Looks like I'm back on my two feet. Feels good to walk again...Okay, so where did we stop? Yes, yes, yesss...now I remember. Let's continue please...

At that time it happened, I was expecting Mama Chinwe to ask me what the problem was and what transpired between her sister and I. She didn’t. I only noticed she had started keeping her own distance from me.

I thought it was just one of those things with women and their unpredictable nature so I didn’t mind. I still greeted her but her replies were always very lukewarm. I guess she responded out of mere formality. I got the feeling from the cold way she responded that she would’ve gladly preferred I kept my greetings to myself.

Then without any warning, she started taunting me. Again, I thought it was just one of those things with women and she would soon get tired and stop immediately she noticed that I didn’t pay her any heed. She didn’t. In fact, she involved other women in the taunting game.

Whenever I came back from work, I would overhear them indirectly calling me names like ‘The Honorable Minister of Women Affairs’, ‘Mister Use and Dump’, ‘Jobless He-goat’ in a very derogatory manner but I just ignored them. It became incessant and I knew I had to do something about the whole issue.

One day as I came back to the compound, I overheard Mama Chinwe in the midst of two other cotenants telling them to make sure that they protect their fast maturing daughters from my rampaging assault. When they saw me, they clammed up for awhile, then they started murmuring but my ears are very sharp so I knew what I heard. Immediately I passed, they all burst into a hysterically derisive laughter.

And I didn’t like that. I decided I would start avoiding all of them by coming into the compound through the backyard. I also decided I was going to thrash it out with her. I was contemplating on waiting until her husband comes back so that I would directly report her to him for him to discipline his wife but I decided against it because the man was hardly around so I figured he would not get the full picture of what was going on.
The next morning, I called Mama Chinwe aside and told her I want to have a word with her. She told me to say whatever I wanted to say very fast because she has other important things to do.

“Mama Chinwe,” I began, “I know you are not happy with the way things turned out between Charity and I but I just want you to understand that when it comes to certain things like relationships, a lot of things are supposed to be put into consideration—”

“Chukwuma have you finished what you wanted to say to me?” she cuts in, irritatingly.

“No. I just want you to understand that I am not happy with the way you have been going about this whole thing. As an adult, I thought you would be matured enough to call me and ask me, at least as a friend, what really transpired between your sister and I, but clearly you have chosen to believe whatever your sister told you.”

“Have you finished?!” she sparked.

“Well, it’s just that I want you to know that going around the whole town spreading rumors and wrong information about me and castigating my name is not the best way to go about it. So please, I beg you in the name of God, please stop spoiling my good name.”

She gave out a derisive laughter and then gave me a fierce murderous look and said, “Look at the one who is calling God? Male prostitute like you! Mtcheew! So you even know about God and yet you are busy fornicating and using girls up and down, huh? Did I hear you say your good name? Hmm, what good name, if I may ask? Please don’t make me laugh. Anyway, I don’t blame you…

“Ahem, by the way, this reminds me, Chukwuma please let me also use this opportunity to warn you. I am also begging you, please in the name of God, don’t corrupt my children anymore. Oh yes! Stop sending them to buy for you whatever thing… you know what I am talking about, yes, that thing! Please stop sending them to buy it for you!

“Are you listening to me? Good. Please just stop! In fact, stop sending them on any type of errand. They are not your maid, okay? If you want to have children who will be running errands for you, then go and marry and get your own kids! Leave me and my children alone for goodness sake!

“Oh, and one more thing please, lest I forget, I have been looking for the right time to tell you this. You see Chukwuma; I am not going to stand in your way if you decide to Bleep all the girls in Enugu. Of course, that’s your choice and your business! All I beg of you is to make sure you close your windows and curtains whenever you want to do whatever you want to do with those girls, to avoid spoiling my children for me! Is that clear?!” she scoffed before walking away.

I knew what she was talking about. Sometimes I have sent her kids to buy cöndöms from the nearby chemist for me. How could I have known that those kids were also vöyeurs?

Anyway I got her message. The next time I greeted her, she didn’t bother to reply. Enough was enough. I stopped greeting her.

But her kids kept on coming to my place. Of course, they liked me so much because I play with them a lot and since they were also addicted to my PS2 and the problem was between their mum and me, I didn’t feel like it was justified to throw the kids out. Of course, I love kids so much and I know her kids saw me as their best friend. And yes, I still sent them on certain errands but I was now careful to make sure their mum wasn’t around and it had nothing to do with condoms anymore.

The taunts miraculously stopped. I noticed the women were now respectful and civil towards me. I thought it was better that way. I thought everything had ended.

I was wrong.

to be continued...

jayyungg: I don't even think if U can resist it, because it was a perfect setting. U better not judge.

Thanx Jay. Don't mind getafe. I know she can't.

Sorry guys,

I’ve been down and out…

Even as I type, I'm still on my hospital bed recuperating from the strong two-footed rough tackle on me by the anti spam bot that put me temporarily out of service in both literature and sexuality sections.

So I hope to come back here and start updating immediately I'm back on my two feet...

But not to worry, that doesn't mean the story cannot continue.

Because in the meantime, I have posted it on my own blog.

So you can go there to continue reading...

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Thanks.

anasbeaut: Oga I can see you update plsssssss

Madam, I can see you too

Skybaby: you kno it cant work on me so you need to repeat ur assignment guy.

Lead us not into temptation...