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Khriztarl:
Ebere's ex.

hmmmm

So who's this feminine voice

I was at Tomi's gate when my phone rang. Ebuka called me.

"Ebi, how far". He said.

"I'm good. You?"

"I'm okay. Hope you are kicking and balling and at the same time, love brainwashing Sandra?". He asked.

I laughed and said "I'm doing all that."

"My birthday is on Sunday," He said.

"I know man, you want to come home?"

"I would have loved to, but since Nne and Papa won't be around, there's no need coming home. I spoke to Amaka already and she's okay with it". He said.

Ebuka never joked with his birthday, every year he made sure everyone related to him knew about it before the actual date. I would ask why he always does that, he said.

"Just for people to know and besides it's my birthday and I need gifts"

"I will do the subscriptions for you on your birthday" I promised.

"Thanks bro, I appreciate it. Okwa GoTV na Airtel o". Both GoTV and Airtel.

"Anugo’m" I’ve heard, I said and the line went dead. Maybe his airtime finished, I thought.

I went inside the compound to Tomi's lodge. Tomi didn't come to school, he said he was sick and asked me to write his name on the attendance sheet. I went to his place for two reasons. The first being, I wasn't ready to go home and the second to know how sick he was. I knocked at the door twice before it opened and I saw who I least expected. What was she doing here? Why was she putting on Tomi's Manchester United's jersey?
She opened the door and on seeing me closed it back immediately.

"Tomi, open the door for me" I said.

"Tomi is not at home". The female voice said.

"Where did he go?"

"To buy something".

"Okay, can I come inside?"

"No," the voice said.

I laughed "I've seen you already".

Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Tomi with a black nylon on his right hand. The spicy aroma of a grilled chicken swallowed my nose.

"Baba ooo". I hailed him, smiling.

"Wetin you de do here?" He asked. With a face like that of a kid caught in the act of stealing meat from a pot.

"How far, which kind stupid question be this? So, I no fit come your crib again?". I asked.

"Tomi, is that you?" The feminine voice said

"Yes, it's me" He replied.

"You for tell me say you de come na." Tomi said to me.

"You tell me say you no well yesterday, I come say mek I check on you today. Na bad thing?" I asked.

He shook his head and said. "Guy, you get wahala o".

Just then the door opened and I turned to see the female who was putting on Tomi's jersey in her own Black gown.

I had 3 missed calls when I picked my phone from the charging point in my room. Sandra called twice while Ebuka called once. I decided firstly, to call Ebuka who hardly calls, to know why he called. He told me he made out again with the same Adaeze girl. He was happy, but I wasn't. When he asked me why, I told him it was Nne. He said,

"Nne can be annoying sometimes, but she's the best mother ever. Just drink up and tomorrow we all shall be happy again," He said, trying to uplift my mood.

"Thanks man I appreciate. Just be careful with that girl. Goodnight," I said.

"I am and I will. Goodnight" He said and hung up.

I called Sandra and when she noticed my mood, she asked about it and I told her it was a little bit of an agreement with my mother. She told me it was normal for every growing teenager across the world but I shouldn't worry much, that she’s still my mother. I thanked her. We didn't talk for long, we bid ourselves goodnight before hanging up. I didn't reply to Tomi's message or anybody’s. It was soothing more when Sandra said what she said.


CHAPTER 8



"Baby, how are you feeling?" Sandra asked me the next day in school. We sat on a slab behind the music department under a mango tree.

I smiled."I'm very okay".

Her cologne filled my nostril sending me into the world where I can feel no pain. A place where it was just Sandra and I. A world where I can kiss and cuddle Sandra all myself. A world where Sandra and I would be married and blessed with beautiful kids.

"What are you thinking of?" She asked, with a twist on her face as she stared at me.

"You". I said with a smile.

"I'm right with you".

"I know. So how was the test?".

"It was a bit easy and tough". She said with a grin.

"You know what this Sunday is right?".

She smiled. "14 February".

"So, what will you be doing? You can come to my place"

"Your place? You mean your parents’ house?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes" I chuckled.

"Now I know you're high" she said while laughing.

"My parents will be traveling this weekend".

"Even at that, I can't take the chances moreover your big sister is around". She said.

"Ok, can I come to your place?"

"To do what exactly, Mr lover boy" she teased.

"To be with my love all day and perhaps night". I said.

"Where will your parents be going?"

"To the village. They have this important traditional marriage they need to attend as a couple and as part of the Umunna and Umuada." I said and looked at her before I went on "My parents were crowned with the Ichie and Lolo title in my village the last time I went with them. I was about 12 years or so. It was a ceremonial occasion that had many events in it. I remember different types of masquerades performing. Food and drinks were everywhere, it was an occasion I won't ever forget. My parents are highly respected and recognised in our hometown. Papa is the vice chairman of the Umunna traditional people, while Nne is among the Umuada"

"Umunna and Umuada. Igbo people and titles ehhhh"

I laughed. "Calabar girl"

"Your parents own a house there, right?” She asked.

"Yes. A big one. Bigger than the one here. And it's a duplex," I said.

"This Coronavirus issue is getting worse," Sandra muttered.

"I heard it has affected many countries"

"I just hope it doesn't come to Nigeria". She said.

"It won't," I said optimistically. "So where are we meeting for the celebration?"

"Nowhere," She said and stood up.

"Where to?"

"Home"

"It's just 12pm"

"I have a movie program to catch up".

"Alright" I stood up.

We made a marathon race from where we were to the gate not minding the

"Kingston, shey na love u de play?" "No pursue that fine girl make she fall o"

"Ahbobi, why u de pursue that girl" "see these old fools wey de play love for school" shouts from people that I knew and people I knew not.

I escorted her to where she would board her keke to her place at Abak road. I've not been to her place yet, she only showed me the pictures of her room on WhatsApp.

"So where are we to meet this Sunday?" I asked again.

She looked at me as she sat inside the Keke waiting for the driver to accelerate and said "Your place" and then winked at me. That was the most beautiful wink I had ever received all my life. I smiled sheepishly as I watched the Keke drive into oblivion. I smiled, not minding the deadly looking conductor beside me with a bad alcoholic drench. I smiled, not minding the multiple eyes staring at me. I smiled happily, not minding the noisy busy road.