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ZUBY77: Chapter 162.
zuby you are really a true lover boy keep up with ur naration

Early in the morning of the next day, Chinasa
woke me up. She said she had thought over
what she said and had cried over it.
I never liked tears. Tears never solved
anything. The only time i cried out tears was
when John the bighead impregnated Agnes
back in Germany while i was busy looking for
money. Ever since then, i had vowed never to
cry again. Tears were meant for the weak
minded people.
What was Chinasa talking about? What did she
mean by saying that she cried after calling me
a ‘stupid illiterate’?.
I had a very funny mind and mentality all my
life. I believed in corrections. If i had made
any mistake in English or any other language,
she could have just corrected me.
I had tried to recall everything i had said to
her. I wanted to know if i had made a mistake
but i couldn’t remember. I had also recalled
back in Brandenburg Germany when Ndifor
from Nnewi had tried to make every other
person look silly because he Attended IMT or
Esut Enugu. I had punished him by refusing to
give him drugs. He had apologized on his
knees before i gave him anything.
How on Earth could a girl that slept with me
chose to insult me because i said i wasn’t
going to send another woman to the street.
The anger emanating from my thoughts had
pushed me up from bed to the fridge where i
had opened a bottle of whiskey and drank
directly from the bottle.
After the drink, i showered, wore a dark pair
of Levis Strauss Jean and a dark T shirt. The
day was going to be bad and sorrowful.
Chinelo had woken up and prepared Pap. I
hated pap all my life, therefore i declined. She
thought i was angry for something.
”Something is worrying you since yesterday.
Your mouth is already smelling alcohol this
early morning” she had said.
”Go to work and leave me alone” i said.
I had sat on the sofa and drank until about
10am, then i called Chinasa and told her to
come to the house. I told her that i should
have come to pick her up but that there was
no need crossing over the Oshodi-Apapa
expressway.
She came and we drove to Lekki Beach. I
wanted to stop at bar beach but I wanted to
end it under that tree where it started, i also
wanted to be further away from town.
We got to the Lekki beach and packed our car
along the road. I deliberately left my phone
inside the car. She had left her small hand bag
inside the car as well. The handbag contained
her phone and some small money.
We walked hand in hand down to the beach. I
was holding a half bottle of whisky with the
other hand. We got to the edge of the sea and
stopped. We talked. She apologized for calling
me a bad name and said it won’t ever happen
again.
”Of course it won’t ever happen again Baby
girl. I thought you were different. I fought
against a rich kid for you just to make you
have a say in your own relationship. I did
everything for you. I chased away all the girls
i knew because of you. Now i don’t have a
girlfriend.” i said.
”baby but you still have me” she interrupted.
”It was there at that tree over there that our
journey started” i said as i pointed to the
coconut tree.
”Lets go there” i said.
”I still remember vividly, how Clement felt
when you got up and walked away. He had
wanted to get up and follow you but my thugs
were there too. He couldn’t do it. He was a
defeated man. Thugs, yes i became friends
with thugs just to scare him away. I thought
you could have made such a wonderful
companion. Not the wife who would curse the
husband if he disagrees to do something that
she asked” i said as we walked towards the
tree.
We got there and sat down.
”Let me see one of your shoes. I like it” i said.
”You know the shoes, you bought them” she
said.
”Yes but i wanna look at it again” i said.
”Baby please stop drinking that thing,
remember we are still going to drive home”
she said as she handed me one of the shoes.
It was already mid afternoon. The beach sands
were already hot. I took the shoes and stood
up.
”I am going home now. You are going to beg
for transport money back home, you are also
going to wear just one shoe back home. You
will come to Surulere tomorrow and pick up
your shoe and your handbag with the phone.”
i said as i started to walk away.
She stared at me as if i didn’t mean what i was
saying.
”Baby please come back here, i hope you are
not serious” she said.
I was already 50 meters away. She suddenly
got up and started coming towards me.
The hot sands were hurting her leg.
I quickened my pace and ran across the sand
to the gate, then i ran to the car, started the
engine and drove away.
Right there at the beach, Chinasa was without
one leg of her shoes, phone and money. She
was just with her flowing gown which i had
bought for her, it wouldn’t allow her to run.
As i drove back to Surulere, i considered what
i had done. It was such a bad thing but the
punishment fitted the crime.
In the Nigeria system, bad mouthing wasn’t
considered an offence but an individual was a
nation of his or her own.
I drove straight to the Police station near the
stadium along Western avenue.
Inside the office, I reported to the police
officer that i had gone to the beach with my
girlfriend but she had refused to follow me
back. I told him that she had also refused to
carry her bag from my car.
The officer had asked where the bag was and i
told him that it was in the car.
When i finished making my statements, he said
that i should bring N1000 for the file and
some other documents. I gave him N3000
with Chinasa’s bag and left.
Along Masha road, i threw away the shoe and
drove towards Aguda.
I stopped at the beauty shop and saw Chinelo
washing somebody’s hair. She didn’t see when
i came. I had stood there and watched her for
almost two minutes before she was told to
look back. She had smiled at me but when i
didn’t smile back, she knew that i had done
something nasty. She had seen that look on
my face back in Ghana. She excused herself
and hugged me.
”What have you done this time Zuby” she
asked.
” Every moment and every event of
every man’s life on earth plants
something in his soul.”