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I have a big head, a very big head infact. A mysterious tank filled with all sorts of thoughts, the good, bad, the acceptable, the creepy and so on, squeezing through the tortuous pathway to the higher centers, battling for expression. There is this very different thought that slowly and steadily, at specific instances of loneliness and reflection, comes to expression. The thought of you!
Now calm down, this isn't a love note or letter. This is just confused me dishing out what I think shouldn't be kept inside. My dear, I won't, like other guys, call you the only skeleton in my cupboard, because I have got quite a lot of skeletons. Neither are you the only sugar in my tea, I don't take sugar. You are also not the love of my life; no one can take the place of my mother. So the question is, what are you?
You are the question I can't answer, strange feelings arise when I think of you. Lights spark when I picture your face, it's like the glowing lamp in my dark world. I am a terrible poet, a pathetic one in fact. I am terrible with romantic similes and expressions. But all I ask is for us to continue in this mysterious journey that persistently distorts my equilibrium and perhaps one day, I will open this big mouth of mine and tell it your face... I love you!!!!!

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It's that same triangle again. He, the girl and the other guy. This time its scalene-like. There is no questioning the affection distribution but a party gets more than the other. Do not blame her or call her clueless! She is human! Favoritism, careful consideration of pros and cons and so on, those are the factors. Ladies are planners, they go for what they think is right for them.
This is how it works! The luckless guy is the hopeless romantic, sending poems and love letters. He over pampers the lady, thinking the soft approach will pierce her heart but its all likely to be futile, the other guy is in charge. The other guy "freestyles" in the bowels of her heart, no stress or toil. He always knows she is stuck in his knot... Sad right?
Here comes the good part! The luckless guy could have an inexplicable change of fortune, the channel of affection pulls to his side and he suddenly becomes a believer in the "true love wins at the end" palaver .This rarely happens. This is the real world not TV.

Second part loading..... It gets worse

'Promise me, Sam. Promise you will never touch a woman' she said tearfully. Sam looked into her eyes and squeezed her hands gently.
"Let's get you cleaned up' he muttered as he assisted her up. She was trembling all over like a cold rat. It was the usual scene, watching his dad maul his mother. Life in the Tutu household was dark and forlorn. Sam Tutu was the only product of a 25- year matrimony; he was raised in a system of malice and brute force. His father, Emit, used to be a soldier before he was forced to retire. The series of events around his retirement were cloudy but the central idea was bribery and corruption. On several occasions, a lot of soldiers would gather at their house for meetings, Sam's mother made it a point of duty to protect her son from the scene by locking him in her room each time the soldiers arrived.
Little sam, on several occasions tried to hear what was going on but it was always too noisy. It wasn't very easy to pick up their conversation due to the emphasis on the 'code' which his mother liked to call the military tongue; "Jaila Jaila", "Maya rotta in jaila", "claustrum" and many others were commonly repeated. Suddenly, Emit stopped going to work. The joblessness and idleness made Emit a bitter beast; he would spend the whole day with his ugly brown pipe and transistor radio, mumbling like a gibbering drunk.
One day, Emit Osagie Tutu called his family to a meeting. As usual, he was seated in his old brown wooden chair located at the centre of the parlor.
"I noticed its been long I ate a good meal" he said loudly. Sam and his mother stood before him like worshipers.
"Do you have anything to say?", He asked with a vile smile on his face. They both stared at him in silence and watched as he dipped his hands into his pocket and brought out a seasoned 500 naira note.
'chicken stew and a keg of fresh palm wine! That's what I want for dinner" he barked as he threw the note at Sam's mother.
"The money is not...." Sam asserted but his mother gave him a wild nudge at the back. "What!" He sassed and looked back
"The money is just fine" She said faking a smile at Emit
" Good. Get me my food. I am starving" he said and closed his eyes. Sam was angry; his father had completely taken over her mind. The years of torture had hypnotized her.
"What are you going to do now?" Sam asked his mother as they both walked out of the house. She glanced at him and shook her head in frustration
"Why didn't you just tell him that?"
" Look sam, you know how your father is, I don't want any more scars" She said and tried to walk away, Sam grabbed her arm
"Let me go get it, I know a few guys over there, they will help. You need rest ma, I don't wanna lose you.. Please ma'
"No, I will be fine, I don't want any trouble, please go inside" she replied and quickly looked away to hide the tears.
Sam quickly snatched the money and ran off without looking back, She shouted his name severally but he didn't stop.
"Oh God" she exclaimed and crashed to the ground sobbing. Her fears were becoming a reality, Sam was gradually becoming like his father. She quickly ran into her room and picked up her bible. After reading some verses, she started thrusting out prayers, rebuking the rebellious spirit battling her son. As she meandered in her room consumed in the spirit, she hit something. She stopped praying and opened her eyes.
Right before her was her husband staring at her wildly.
"You disturb my peace when you should be out getting my food' he roared
"Sam-s-s-s Sam went to get it" she replied fraily
" Ehn ehn, so I can't send my wife on an errand abi" he retorted and a wild grin formed on his face. He shut the door behind him and picked up a rod from the floor
"You are dead today"
To be continued

CONTINUATION
Within weeks, they were already a couple. Don never told me who asked who out but I guess she did. The news spread around the school like wild fire, "Miss Perfect" finally had a boyfriend!. Questions were asked about her sanity, why she chose Don of all guys. Several theories were postulated, some said it was "love don't cost a thing" kind of thing, others claimed she was charmed. But it was obvious the public didn't approve of their union. They were waiting for the time their joke of a relationship would come to an end. Ada didn't care, every break time she would go to Don's class and they would eat together, play and sometimes go out. Even I, a close friend of Don didn't feel comfortable with the whole make up.. But what could I do?
HOW HE REALLY FELT?
She was the 'x-factor' in their relationship. It was expected though, she had the money and influence. One day after meeting her, Don came to me with his forehead filled with worry lines. After much pressing, he said everything. He said he loved her and that he was feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, but he wondered if he deserved her. "She seems too good and perfect" were his words. I tried to pacify him by telling him that he only felt that way because of her money. But still, Don wasn't satisfied, he was also scared she would find out he was a smuggler. For the first time in years, I could see the care and emotion which wasn't a norm for Don. His emotional switch wasn't off, it was damaged. I advised him to tell her about his job if he couldn't hide it anymore.
REBOUND!!!!!
The next day, Deji approached me beaming with smiles. The worry lines were gone. He told Ada about his job and shockingly, she called her dad to try him out for a job. An on-phone interview was conducted and he got a job. I went ballistic. I felt he had placed himself under her control and that was a bad omen. Don waved off my view and asserted that she did it out of love. I didn't want to seem like a kill-joy, so I kept quiet. LATER ON,,,,,
Things were good for the next few months. They were going from strength to strength. The public view about them gradually changed and they soon became the power couple of the school. Don was incorporated into her family and he was treated like a son. Their tale of love became an epic, every school girl wanted a superman....
THE END IS NEAR,,,
It was a day to our final exams, I was busy 'jacking' when suddenly I heard a violent tap on my window. I quickly rushed there angrily thinking it was one of the street kids playing with stones but alas it was Don and he was covered in blood. (To be continued)

MISS PERFECT!
Introducing Ada, the beauty queen of our class and probably the whole school at that time. She was classy, elegant and radiant; the dream of every male in the school, students and teachers alike. She was from a rich background, her parents were (and still are) top guns in the business circle; Rumors had it that she received a weekly sum of 80,000 naira for her pocket money barring other financial entries, be it modeling or acting. She was the "hit girl" of our school. She had her haters too, but they could only hate vainly. Guys would pine like kittens just to be with her, they would write well orchestrated love notes and drop it in her desk after school. And the teachers?...Oh.... They gave her free extra marks at will trying to win her favour. Some offered free extra lesson. The boldest of them all, Mr Obe, even invited her into his office at one time. No one knows what happened but, as usual, people started carrying the rumor that they "did it". It is safe to say that she was a big influence in our school, a bag of everything; pretty, classy and to some

WHO IS THE GUY?

Donald, or as he was popularly called "don", was a very popular guy in the school too. He was the 'go to guy' for issues like trade, deals and money. He is an orphan, his relatives who were supposed to cater for him abandoned him so he sponsored himself. Strangely, he wasn't a sadist. He was always willing to share his story, and he did so with a smile on his face each time. Teachers and Students respected him for his ability to juggle school and work. But I was the only one that knew the kind of business Don was into. He was sharp. He showed people only what he wanted them to see. Everyday after school, he would hook up with his guys to transport goods across the border. So many times he escaped death. So ultimately you could describe Don as an hustler, a practical guy. He was only concerned about getting money even if it meant cutting corners and breaking rules.
AND WHO AM I?
I'm just a friend....... and the narrator. No major significance
HOW DID THEY MEET?
Well....... One fateful evening, Ada's driver was late to pick her up, so she was alone in front of the school waiting. Some street thugs approached her and started making vulgar moves and passes. At first she feigned bravery and exchanged words with them but they overpowered her and were dragging her to a corner when Don arrived. He was very familiar with the street 'parole' so it was easy to convince them to free her. Don took her home in one of his smuggled cars and I think that was the day Ada was smitten. She fell for 'super hero' Don.
(To be continued)