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It’s Just A Gold Band! ===> Episode 3

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Well Hello!…Somebody missed me??..i know I know!!..I abandoned two stories and went off to the wild..I did not (not really anyway)…but am back now…finally back to the blogdom!..and am well packed with stories (I wish!)..but I promise I am gonna stay with You guys this time..This post is a little short (at least shorter than the sequel) but thats only cos I love you guys and I wanna wrap this up…(ok am lying..am not wrapping it up yet..but it is still short anyway)…and another thing,I have been working on opening a fashion page..yea…Am not so into fashion but I promise you won’t be bored…alright enough of this yabbing…here is the story..thank you!..and just incase you haven’t seen the previous episodes,the links are displayed in the right places..Enjoy!

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I stared at the money lying on my laps as if it would suddenly turn into a poisonous viper…I jumped as I heard a quiet knock on the door…I quickly stuffed the money into my pillowcase and said ‘come in’..in a very shaky voice…I couldn’t even explain why my voice was shaking…I just knew for some reason I felt extremely guilty…I opened the door..It was only my little niece…

‘When ever you feel guilty about something….

or feel guilty before doing something…It’s a bad vibe…

don’t do that ‘something’…’….SweetestGirl

Phew!…See I believe in karma..you should know..that’s practically all I have been yapping about…so I tend to be very careful about what I collect (or don’t collect) from men…(married men I mean)…that was exactly the reason my heart was beating like a soccer punch line (that’ a phrase I hope)…I wanted to return the money..infact I needed to return the money…but…I was broke…dead broke…I was down to my last kobo…Being broke was not my main reason for not returning the money…no..accumulated chats from my friends (female of course!) gave me all the motivation I needed…

I waited for two days…two whole pain filled days…two uneventful days…So I spent the money…

Fastfoward to a couple of days later,throw in some new clothes and shoes and all kinds of useless stuffs…before I knew it the money was gone…kazoom!..it finished…and nobody stole it…You know that sober feeling I got when I came back to earth after taking that tall glass of chapman?..well this time it was worse…I had already started beating myself up…I knew I shouldn’t have collected the money…infact I have always known I shouldn’t have collected the money but I didn’t want to listen to that inner voice of mine…I could almost hear the voice say ‘I warned you bitch…don’t worry,am gonna let Aunty Karma deal with you’…The little BS!..

Two weeks later He called…yes I said two weeks…I was doing my laundry when I felt my phone buzz…I had mentioned earlier that people rarely call me in my etisalat line…so You can imagine my reaction when the phone rang…I felt a great sense of forbading when I saw it was ‘HIM’…#payment time…I had been expecting his call but when he did not call,I managed to talk myself into believing He has forgotten all about me..(for what???..with that amount of money???…na Jazz???)…
‘Hello girl..Am so sorry I havn’t called for a long time…I went to supervise an offshore rig…there was no way I could get in touch with you…hope I would be forgiven??’

Forgiven???..How can I forgive him when I can’t even utter a coherent sentence??

Obviously mistaking my silence for something else other than speechlessness he continued

‘I am parked in front of your house right now,can you step outside?’

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It’s Just A Gold Band!==>Part 2

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I stared at him like a moron for sometime,trying to remember the kind of reaction I normally give in this kinda situation…I still couldn’t come up with one..I realized I was staring like a deluded popinjay…I still don’t understand why I was shocked…

‘Ok so what exactly do you want from me?’…certain things in life can make you sober…losing someone…getting a bad grade..breaking up with your boyfriend…quarreling with your girlfriend…finishing a glass of Chapman too fast..hahaha..anyway you get my drift…By then my glass was empty (unless you are counting the ice though) and I was back to earth…On a normal day,hearing this kind of statement from a potential chyker would make up get up..dust my ass and walk away..but not this time…strangely I was curious…I relaxed a little..

‘What kinda man would want to cheat on his wife?..is it that you were forced to marry her or just that you enjoy cheating a lot?…’..I felt I needed to at least ask him that..I have never had the chance to ask them before…I felt so bad for the wife…somehow I wanted to believe it was just because of sex…at least that way it would mean he  loved his wife…

‘Can we not talk about that?..’ I frowned..the stupid ass nigger even had the guts to dodge the explanation…

‘Let us focus on Us’..US??????..already…dude we just had a drink!..correction..I had a drink and you watched..there is no US!…of course I didn’t say all this to him…I said something similar though…

‘Us??..am sorry I don’t even know your name!’…

‘I told you earlier remember?..when you were taking the drink..during our discussion then…’..what discussion??…

‘I told you that my name is Alex…though you never told me yours’…Alex??…I could swear he never mentioned his name…maybe I was in too deep with Mr Chapman…

‘Am girl..you can call me G…everybody does’..with that I stood up and hurried out of the bar…praying to catch a cab before he pays the bills…fortunately for me I saw a cab and jumped in without even asking where it was going..I looked back in time to see him rushing out and looking wildly around with an expression that says ‘I just had a drink with a ghost!’…of course I felt a little bit sorry for him!..am not made of stone naa…

It was around 9pm when I received the call..it was an unknown number…normally I wouldn’t think it’s normal for an unknown number to be calling me..except that the phone ringing was not my main line..it was my second line..which rarely rings because just a few people knows the line…I stared at the number for sometime then finally picked it…

‘Yea?..’..my voice was far from friendly..I was in the middle of an interesting movie and I just wanted to get the call over with…

‘Girl?..I know that’s not even your real name but that is all I’ve got..why did you run away?….’..I  froze up completely..how did he get my number?…it took me 20secs to react…I quickly stood up and closed my windows and locked my bedroom door (just in case)..I went back to the bed…

‘Are you there?..’…

‘How did you get my number?..’..My voice came out as a weak croak…

OK guys..you remember that stuff I said about Karma?…good…I forgot to add one more thing,sometimes,karma doesn’t leave you alone…the bitch is insatiable!..this is probably the punishment for tearing one of my sisters’ tops and hiding it..or maybe stealing meat from my mummy’s pot..OK let’s not go into that now..sorry for interrupting…

‘You gave me your number..right before you ordered your drink…’..Oh crap!…I couldn’t even remember!..I guess I was more messed up than I originally thought…

‘So why are you calling me?…I already told you am not interested..you are married and I don’t date married men!’…It’s a wonder what a human brain can sprout after being through an amazing journey of shock…I hung the call and switched off my cell…somehow I couldn’t deal with all the drama…

We didn’t talk after that night…He kept calling me but I ignored the calls and each time He tries to chat me up on whatsapp I give him series of insults…ranging from ‘what will your wife say when she finally realizes that she married an idiot?’..or ‘If you see your wife with another man what will you do..because you have no right to be angry!’…This went on for sometime until I stopped replying all together…

You should have guessed by now it did not just stopped there…well you are right!..it did not!…after about two weeks of complete silence..I had another strange encounter with him…

I was walking home,coming from work (I know you are probably rolling your eyes and saying ‘as usual’..well waahheva!) when a car stopped beside me..It was a Venza..one of my dream cars (Ok I do not really have a dream car but am just saying…),and yea..It was Him..Alex…my nemesis…

‘Hi girl’…I still had not told him my name….I ignored him and kept walking…I was in a bad mood…I had lost my atm card and 1000 naira that was in my purse ealier that day and the last thing I needed was an unwanted somebody bugging me…

That didn’t deter him..He stopped his car a few meters ahead and came down..he stood in front of me…Somehow (don’t ask me how because I do not even know!) He managed to convince me to enter his car,and I did..despite the fact that my mind told me not to…The car was cool..the music was soothing…the silence was heaven..so I closed my eyes and rested my head…I was startled when I felt his hand on mine…

‘are you ok?…you look err tired’…

‘Is that an indirect way of telling me am ugly?…’…I lashed out…usually I was much more polite to people but not on a day I felt so bad….’sorry just not happy’..I murmured when I caught the look on his face…afterall I was the one who entered his car..nobody forced me…

‘What’s the matter?’..His voice was so gentle..I found myself telling him everything that happened..though I exaggerated a little bit on the money part…I told him I lost 20 thousand instead…well I figured I had nothing to lose..it’s either it makes him take to his heels or his gives me the money (smiles)..or his just sympathizes with me :/…

He stopped talking then..so I knew it was the first option…He just increased the volume of the music and after 3 mins stopped at a fastfood joint..

‘Would You like to take anything?..’He left after I said no (no more chapman for this honey!) and promised to be back soon as he wanted to get something for himself…He came back faster than I expected and we still continued on the silent journey…He only broke the silence when he asked me for the directions to my house which I told him,he finally got to my street (I wasn’t foolish enough to allow him take me to my house) and stopped at the entrance..I smilled my thanks and was about opening the car door when His hand stopped me..(that hand again!) he gave me something…something in a snack bag

‘I know you said you wanted nothing but I couldn’t just go in and not get you anything..I would feel selfish’..I opened my mouth to say something and closed it back again..I collected the it and stepped down from the car…As He drove off, I stood there for a while…I felt it was for the best..I knew I wouldn’t be hearing from Him again…

I got to my room and and sat on the bed..I was suddenly so tired and quite relieved…I tried to look on the bright side..at least I had a meatpie…but I was wrong,When I opening the snack pack what I saw wasn’t meatpie…no…It wasn’t meatpie..infact it wasn’t even a kind of snack..it was not edible!…no it was not..It was money..all in 500 naira note..it was a total of 30thousand naira and a note that said ‘I know you have your suspicions about me,but I promise,am sincere’…

I fainted…Ok I did not faint shaa…but I almost did…

Hey..remember that bitch I told you about?…Karma?..Never forget

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It’s Just A Gold Band!

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‘Hi sweet,can we spend Tuesday night together?…

‘Of course dear..I wouldn’t mind at all…except I would be traveling on Monday!‘…I am completely fed up with him!..This was like the 50th time (no kidding,50th…#straight face) He was asking to spend the night with me!…and am already running out of excuses…

OK don’t get me wrong,am the kinda girl that believes strongly in Karma…(for those of you that have not yet being introduced to Karma,lemme make it easier for you…Karma is a tall,sexy black hear-ted bitch whose main function is to bite people in the ass…of course Karma can be good if she chooses to..which is rare…very rare…)..OK sorry for blabbing…as I was saying,am the kinda girl that believes in Karma…I believe that anything you do in this world would end up,one way or another back to you..good or bad…As for me I try as much as possible to avoid bad…I especially draw the line at dating married men!…OK am not criticizing anybody here but If you are the kinda girl that dates married men,get ready to share your husby with a younger girl!…That is my one rule..the rule I never fail…until one day….

It all started one day…of course it always does!…I was walking down to a place where I can get a cab after work..I was hungry,tired,hot and highly irritable…To sum it up,I hated my life that very moment and was dreaming up amazing ways to kill everybody I pass on my way when a smooth,clean RRS stopped across the road from me..the driver of the vehicle horned and beckoned me to come over when I turned to look at him…In that my present state of mind even If Obama comes I would be duty bound to bitch slap Him..(unless it’s George Clooney shaa…#winks)…I stopped…looked at the man for like 7secs,gave a long hiss that would put any snake to shame and kept walking..In my heart of hearts I prayed He would come over so I could unleash Medusa on Him…I badly needed a scape goat…Barely 5mins later,My prayers were answered as the same car pulled up next to me…The first thing I noticed was the cool air that came from the interior of the car..I sighed with pleasure…did I mention I was hot?..well I was,the evening sun was acting like it’s in some kinda competition with somebody on who is hotter…the other thing I noticed was that the owner of the car (unlike what I expected) was a young,very young looking guy…He wasn’t handsome (Thank God!) but He looks OK…

‘Can I buy You a drink?’….ahhh..drink!….The mere thought of drink made me want to turn into a wet poodle….I badly needed a drink…but am a girl naa…I go form small naa…

I looked at him with an expressionless face and said…’Am sorry but am just comming back from work,am really tired and I have no time for a drink’..I mean he has a RRS..so yeaaaa…I really have to be polite…#respect (show me that girl who doesn’t freak for money)..after a few (weak) arguement,I entered the car and we went to the nearest open roof bar…We sat down and I ordered Chapman…and was so glad when it arrived…I took a deep sip…and sighed with pure pleasure..I started imagining how my life would be like when I eventually finish school and get a job…it would be heaven to do this everyday…so engrossed was I in my fantasy world that I completely forgot that I infact had company…I looked up at him and felt like hissing..I really didn’t like him or his RSS for that matter…I just needed a cold drink more..He was staring at me with a strange look on his face…then He started talking…

OK lemme say this…Guys would never cease to disappoint..I mean why do they all practically have the same methods..ok not really the same methods but they can be so obvious about their intentions that a girl (correct chick) already knows what they have in mind before they open their mouth to speak…#SMH…

‘I really like you,I saw you from across the street and was captivated by your beauty…I really felt the urge to…’…at this point I stopped listening…I merely stared at Him while concentrating at sipping my drink…I nodded absently…I just wanted to keep him talking till my drink finishes and then am out…I was already grossed out completely…and I wasn’t interested…to make matters even better I received a ping from my boyfriend which gave me the excuse to completely ignore him…I was in the middle of replying a message when he said something that brought me back…

‘What….did you say?…’…I couldn’t have possibly heard right…

Smiling softly He repeated himself…’Am married with 2 kids…’…Ok you know that radio sound..the one that sounds like a crack?..that was what happened…I stared…

‘Why are you not wearing your wedding ring’…that was the first question that popped into my head…my eyes were already filled with accusations…Oh the poor poor wife!..jezzz…I felt so sorry for her…then I looked at him again..jezzz…I mean what kinda girl does he think I am..ewww!…I was more than ready to bounce!..

‘I am..I never remove it…I thought you noticed when you came in the car since you looked at my hand’..He frowned as He lifted his hand to my face…I suddenly realized I was too engrossed in the need for a cool drink that I did not notice if he was even tall or short…yes I did glance at his hands but I wasn’t even seeing him then…I was completely lost..I looked at my drink..just ice…I thanked God that at least I finished the drink..I then looked at him,really looked at him..for the first time..He was young..late twenties…and rich..(obviously)…he was also well educated (shows in the way he spoke)…I found myself wondering what a man like him is doing cheating on his wife and professing love to another girl….I concluded that it was just sex…Though I found out later on that it was much much more than just sex!

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