Tales of a frustrated boyfriend – pt. 16

by mckaybeedcfr

To be honest, clearing the air for Chioma was the least thing on my mind. My relationship was falling apart, and the coming weekend would be a golden opportunity to fix things; Chioma was just a mere distraction. So I resolved in my heart not to mention anything about hanty to her; I’d rather have her live in her oblivion than make her feel so important by trying to explain to her that hanty was my lady and not my sister. Like, why would she even assume in the first place? What happens to asking me first or something? Or maybe she’s seeking for unnecessary attention, because I don’t see any bit of resemblance between the both of us; my lady is literarily an angel, like she’s up there and I’m just… well, it’s not like I am a bad-looking guy myself though, like a typical Warri-boy would say…

“I try for my age”.

I planned to dedicate the remainder of the week to preparing for the weekend which promises to be lit. This would be the first time we’d ever be spending a whole day, let alone weekend together; it meant so much to me, and even much more because she was the one who came up with the whole idea of not traveling out of town anymore. This was going to save us a lot of cost, and even take away the discomfort of not being in your home; we could choose to do any and every thing, Netflix and chill, eat home-made delicacies, we could even try out new recipes… I was already foreseeing the weekend and happily looking forward towards it. As for Chioma, I was going to intentionally and tactically avoid her for the rest of the week; I mean it wouldn’t be so difficult to achieve that. Prior to yesterday when Precious came visiting and she used the excuse of hearing the noise of our video game from her apartment to come over, I was doing a good job keeping her at arm’s length. Continuing the trend wouldn’t be so difficult, it’s just that I may come off as a little different or strange to her, but I don’t care at this point; dangerous situations need dangerous measures…

5 hours had gone since my lady left the park and I hadn’t heard from her again. I picked up my phone and placed a call through to her; “Hey babe, what’s up? Hope your journey is coming well?”. She responded with a rather tired tone; “Babe, I swear, if not for the fact that I was travelling with mumsy ehn, I would have discontinued this journey and be on my way back to Warri. You won’t believe we are still on the way o – first it was the tyre that got bad; oga driver did not even carry spare, so we had to wait for him to take the bad one to the vulcanizer in the next village to go and fix before coming back and fixing it back in the bus. As if that wasn’t enough, barely 30 minutes later, SARS stopped our vehicle and started searching everybody one after the other; just because they saw two young boys who were using iphones. That’s how one of them asked me to open my phone, I asked why and the stupid officer had the effrontery to reply me that he wants to know if I’m a fraudster! Babe, you needed to see the way I was raging with anger, mumsy had to practically restrain me if not, only God knows what I would have done…” She was still ranting when I cut her short; “See, the network is breaking dear, when you get to the village we’d talk better you hear? I’m sorry for the stress, don’t worry you guys will soon reach”. She responded and dropped the call thereafter.

I felt really sorry for her because I could totally relate to what she was experiencing; I mean apart from the fact that it’s that time of the month for her, journeying on these Nigerian roads can sometime be frustrating. A lot of things will just be wasting your precious time. The one that annoys me the most is how these drivers of public vehicles will never ever buy fuel before they start loading; just when you think the journey is going smoothly, they’d just branch off into a fuelling station without giving the passengers the courtesy of informing them first; and if you complain, you may just end up being abused by them or their conductors, especially those Danfo drivers in Lagos. The other day I was in this bus when it started raining heavily; the driver immediately brought down his side glass and brought his head outside. We initially thought he was doing that so he could call for other passengers, only for us to realize that his windshield wiper wasn’t working; so he literarily had to bring his head out to be able to see clearly. I was like Wow! Amazing stuff!! How innovative!!!

Nothing wey Merlin nor go see for Camelot

I heard a knock on my door and I quickly went to check who it was; it was Chioma, standing with a bag hanging over her shoulder. “What’s up, are you travelling or something?” I asked. “Yea, I want to quickly get to Asaba before its nightfall, I got an emergency call from a friend” she answered. In my mind, I was like ‘Good riddance’… “Ok that’s fine, safe journey then, we’d see when you get back”. She smiled and made her way to leave. I was about shutting my door when she turned back; “Oh I forgot! Please I’d like you to show me around the city and take me to a few places when I get back, let’s say by the weekend if you don’t mind”… At this point I just wanted her to let me be, so I nodded lazily… “Thank you, you’re the sweetest! Bye bye!” she turned and went on her way. This time, I waited for her to leave the compound first before shutting my door. I don’t know if she was doing it intentionally sha or maybe because of the gown she wore, but it was as if she looked more endowed behind than I thought she was; so to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s because of her not coming back, or because of what I was seeing, that made me wait till she was out of sight before shutting my door; she was sha out of the compound, which really gladdened my heart as I wouldn’t have to deal with her for the rest of the week. Pheeeew!!! What a relief!

My lady finally called that they arrived safely and that she was tired as they went straight to the hospital to see grandma before finally reaching the house. So immediately she got home, all that was on her mind was how to bath, change as she was already irritated, get something to eat and sleep. So we didn’t really get to talk that evening. The following days were however turbulent for our communication; the power supply in the village wasn’t stable and she forgot to carry her power bank – it was actually in the bag she dropped at my place; So we got to speak a few times that Wednesday and Thursday.

Friday came earlier than expected, and I was all set to receive her for our first ever ‘Get away – Home version’. I wanted us to go get the groceries and the other stuff we talked about together, so I just held-on on that; but every other thing was ready – I was ready to receive her physically, financially, emotionally and otherwise. At about 12pm, I tried calling her, but her line was switched off; so I thought she probably was charging her phone and would call me sooner or later. 3hours later, it was still saying switched off; by 6pm, my lady wasn’t in sight and I still couldn’t reach out to her. I got really worried and didn’t know what to do – I didn’t have her mum’s number, there was no way for me to be able to reach out to her or at least be sure she was fine. After some time, I gave up. I said a word of prayer for her and tried to take my mind off it. It was about 8:45 pm when a message popped up on my phone: “I’m back, but very tired from my journey; would see you in the morning. Goodnight”. It was a message from Chioma… Mtcheeeeeew! I hissed and tossed the phone to one corner of the bed and continued my attempt to sleep.

As at 9am the next morning, I was yet to hear from my lady and her number was still switched off. Chioma on the other hand was already dragging me to come take her round the city. In a bid to discourage her, I told her she would foot the bills for both our transportation as I wasn’t going to spend a dime; she agreed. Ah ah! What kind of human being is this for God’s sake? I ran out of ideas to sway her off and finally gave in; dressed up and off we went. In my mind I was like, where will I even take her to now in this Warri?… Our first stop was the WARRI CITY STADIUM, I also used the opportuinity to show her MARK HIVER MARKET and told her it was her surest bet if she wanted to get quality Okrika. We went from there to the popular OKERE PRISON, then back to NPA, passing through the ever busy CENTRAL HOSPITAL WARRI. We turned it round and entered Airport road where I showed her the popular AJ TAKEAWAY… Ofcourse, I stopped by to get AJ bread after which I showed her the CHAMPIONS CATHEDRAL of the Redeemed Christian Church of God. She was like wow! I’ve seen their name and designs at that roundabout on your way to Ughelli – “That’s DSC ROUNDABOUT” I said. The old Warri Airport was the last place I showed her before announcing that that would be all for the day, as we could come out some other day if possible. She seemed very excited and was all over me, holding my hands all through the tour.

We got back to the compound at about 12:30 pm, I bade her goodbye and she said, see you later. All that was going on in my head was how to get through to hanty; I was really getting worried. I put my key in the keyhole, turned it to open the door, only to realize it was not locked. Haaaaa!! I am very sure I locked this door before leaving this house, I even turned the knob twice; so how come? I opened the door, looked around to see if I would find anything abnormal in the living room – there was none. I quickly dashed into the bedroom and there I found hanty sleeping on the bed; her face was turned to the wall. I got on the bed and tapped her, babe! She turned towards me and the first thing that struck me was that she was crying or has been crying. Her eyes were blood red, she already had bags under them, and she had a roll of tissue paper in her hand. “What happened? Why are you crying babe?” I asked, wearing a very curious face. “Grandma died”…

Those words pierced through my heart so sharply that I didn’t even realize when tears welled up in my eyes as well. I reached out to her and hugged her; she was already crying again. I tried to console her, took the tissue and wiped the secretions that were running down her nose. She held me so close, resting her head on my chest. It is well! Was all I could say.

We were still in each other’s arms when I heard a knock on my door.

Not now Satan!!!


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Inilaurence RenceTek 23/07/2020 - 7:50 pm

So sad the grandma died….

Bhet here comes trouble…
Totally Shipping CHIOMA x Boyfriend X hanty in this troublemance

Tobi 23/07/2020 - 8:38 pm

But why. If hanty saw you holding hands with chioma, what will you say

Faith 23/07/2020 - 8:47 pm


Kreestarbell 23/07/2020 - 8:48 pm

Why is chioma knocking again na….
That girl go chop slap soon….lol

preciousdiedemise 23/07/2020 - 10:25 pm

Next please!!

De-Posh 24/07/2020 - 5:39 am

This Chioma go soon land u for another gbege😁

Rukevwe 24/07/2020 - 1:01 pm

The part where the driver had to being his head out got me laughing.
Overall, an interesting read and I could picture every scene as I read through.

Reign 25/07/2020 - 8:50 am

“Not now satan” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. I see threesome😎😎

Clementina 26/07/2020 - 9:41 am

Not now satan!!!! Abeg when d next episode dey come out na? I wan know wetin hapun after this ooo

Kessy 27/07/2020 - 1:30 pm

Na Wa o.. Huncle should have cut off Chioma since but No. Isssuesss profundus about to happen & we all knw how Hanty can React. Well, we will be waiting for the next episode. Well-done Kaybee!!!

Tega 03/08/2020 - 7:58 pm

I had that same traveling experience of being in a bus only to discover that the wipers were not working when it started raining,we were at the mercy of God,Nice job kaybee


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