The Girl Next Door
They say the best cure for a hangover is more alcohol.
This is my way of the ninja. I catch a cold, I take ice water. I stub my big toe, I punch a door. I sleep with my brotherβs psychotic fiancΓ©e, I get over the shock by smashing another chick. Not intentionally, though. This encounter just sort of happened. I didnβt go looking for the girl; she came for me and the rest is for the books.
I start the day, as you well know, roughly. Having just discovered that Iβve committed an abomination I become sober and start to reflect on my useless life. I try to pray but I feel God wonβt listen, that he has allowed this adversity to fall on me as punishment. I have decided to take it in stride, although I havenβt concluded on what Iβll do with Tola. All I know is that I canβt let Emeka get married to her.
Since Church is out of my schedule for the day, I call my youngest brother, Obasi to come pick me and take me to my place. Oba arrives and waits in the hotelβs parking lot while I make it downstairs. He spares a greeting without looking at my face. I try to make short conversation with him but he tells me not to bother, that I mean nothing to him. He is just twenty-three years old. The last time I saw him, he was eighteen. I tell him Iβm sorry for disappearing from his life. He tells me to shove it.
βOba, I know youβre mad and I want to repeat that Iβm sorry.β
βJideβ¦seriously, stop.β He has one hand on the steering and the other is holding his phone which has his attention.Β Iβm uncomfortable with it, so I reach for the phone but he snatches it back and eyes me.
βItβs dangerous to text and drive,β I maintain. He ignores me. I reach for the phone again and this time, I pry it off his hand. He wants to retort something nasty but I point ahead of us; an SUV is heading our way. Oba swerves to avoid.
βJust face the road, biko.β I let out a breath. I have a moment of panic; the SUV has sparked images of the event that almost claimed my life five years ago.
βWhy did you even come back?β Oba asks. βYou should have just remained there. The most annoying part was that we were hearing gist of how you were balling. The chicks, the parties, we heard everything. But you wonβt even pick my calls, Jide.β
I look out the window. He wouldnβt understand even if I explained to him. I apologize again. He says nothing further. We drive on without speaking to each other. At some point, I turn to look at him. He has changed from the pimple-faced, hormone-raging teenager I knew. He has cleaned up nicely, with a short crop of punk dreadlocks and a script tattoo on the side of his neck. My parents must have flipped when he came home with that tattoo, my mom especially.
I study his features even more and see what everyone says about us. He is a younger version of me. He has my neatly arched brows, dark solemn eyes, thin lips and even my prominent Adamβs apple. In noses we differ. Mine is slightly flatter than his which is a perfect copy of our motherβs thin and straight nose.
I understand his resentment towards me. I was the cool brother, the one he looked up to for lifeβs lessons. Then out of nowhere I disappear from his existence with no explanations. Anyone would be mad.
βTurn right.β I give him the directions to my house and he drives me right to my doorstep.
βYou live here?β
He takes in my neighborhood with a little frown on his face. The environment is a lot different from the ones we were brought up in.
βYeah. You want to come in?β I ask as I unfasten my seatbelt.
βNo.β He plants himself on his seat and looks away from me. Outside the car kids are playing some game of hurling rubber bands at a line drawn on the ground. Oba concentrates on them instead.
βYou want to play FIFAβ¦?β I suggest but my request is met with an emphatic no.
βWhen is Mex coming back?β I question.
βTomorrow. With momsi.β
I nod. βOkay. Later.β I get down from the vehicle and watch as he drives off.
βUncle, good morning!β one of the kids greet. I smile at him. The others chorus his greeting, temporarily stopping their game to watch me. I wave to them and push in the pedestrian gate of the compound I live in.
Itβs a big compound, with two buildings. One belongs to my landlord and the other one which is for the tenants, is a three-storey structure with six apartments. I live on the second floor. My house is the one with the cartons and Ghana-must-go bags cluttering the balcony. Iβm yet to fix the place up. I hate packing or unpacking. The stress is too much abeg. And that is how, rather than arrange my apartment, I get in, set up my game console and play football while I brood on what to do with Tola.
I come up with no real solution. Time glides by. I donβt realize it is 1pm until someone comes knocking on my door. I open it and thereβs this sexy little thing standing there with a stud on her nose.
Did I mention that I like petite girls too?
This one has this ajebutter look and that wildness in her eyes that tells she is willing to try anything.
βHi.β Sheβs smiling like we already know each other.
βGood afternoon.β I try to be formal.
βMy name is Eleojo. Iβm your neighbor. I live upstairs. I just moved in like you.β
βOkay. Your name again?β
βEleojo. E-L-E-O-J-O. But you can just call me Ele. Whatβs your name?β
Ha! See me see smally, asking for my name as if weβre mates.
βJide.β
βOkay. I just stopped by to say hi and to askβ¦ When do you think the landlord will fix the borehole cos I fetched water from the well this morning? And you can imagine me carrying the bucket all the way. Three times! And there arenβt even abokis around to sell water. Do you think it will be fixed by today? I mean, a pumping machine goes for twelve to sixteen thousand. We can all just contribute if heβs broke. What do you think?β
Hian! Iβm thinking nothing. How can someone so small talk so fast?
βErmβ¦he said heβll fix it by tomorrow, so letβs wait and see.β
βOkay, then. See you later.β She turns away and I stay back to watch her leave. Long, blonde braids that swing left and right drop all the way to a portable bum. The cheerleader skirt she has on doesnβt hide much. I can huff from where I stand and it will blow open and reveal her nudity.
But I donβt dwell on it. Sheβs Obaβs age mate. I graduated from her type ages ago. Too much stress, these small girls.
As I turn back into the house, the power goes out and my phone rings. Tola is calling. I take the call.
βHi Jide, Iβm ready to meet. Can I come over to yours?β
βNo. Iβll text you a place.β
I end the conversation and type out an address to her. After that, I wear a fresh set of clothes and leave the house.
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Tola doesnβt look all that to me any longer. All I see is this creature from hell that wants to ruin my life and my brotherβs. I spare neither smiles nor courtesy when I walk into the restaurant and see her waiting. I pick a chair at her table and order a salad.
βI need answers,β I say. βI need to know why. That Bridemaker explanation you gave me is bullshit. If youβre really pregnant and Mex is misbehaving, you could have just gone to my mom ans sheβll put him straight. Seducing and sleeping with meβ¦β
βSeducing?β she chortles.
βWhat you did, Tola, is contemptible.β
βWow. Weβre using big words now.β She smiles and crosses her legs, having pushed her chair back a bit. βI should tell you a little about myself since youβre going to be my brother-in-law.β
Not in this life.
βIβm the first daughter of my parents, who are both late. I live with my grandma in the States. Iβm a doctor; just graduated from med school. Mex and I have been dating for four years. Weβre sortβa in an open relationship. We decided it was best that way until we got married. There were no rules to it and I think that was where the problem was. I never slept with anyone else but I knew Mex was sticking it out with a few girls. I wasnβt bothered. I still loved him. Until he slept with my cousin.β
Senseless move, Mex.
βI got mad, I confronted him, we got in a fight and then he cancelled the engagement and said he wasnβt ready. I was pregnant by then but I didnβt tell him.β
βAnd so you flew all the way to Nigeria to sleep with me for revenge.β
βNo, Jide. I came for my uncleβs wedding and then Kateβs wedding. I was with Kate and Bobby on Tuesday and Bobby was talking about you coming for the wedding. I thought well, best chance to meet youβ¦β
βTo have revenge sex.β
βNo. I wanted to meet you because I felt you were the only one that could talk to Mex. I saw you at the wedding but couldnβt get to talk to you. You were always with your friends. I went to that after-party just to see you but by the time you walked up to me, the entire plan had changed.β
Tola stopped and sipped from a glass of juice in front of her.
βSee, my cousin is a ho. She canβt help herself. And Mex is equally a whore.β
I donβt know this Emeka she speaks of; he sounds different from the brother I know.
βMy cousin texted me and told me they had sex again. In our loft. Can you imagine? He was just waiting for me to leave.β
Tolaβs features show nothing of her hurt. Not even her eyes. Iβm beginning to get scared of her. She reminds me of an ex.
βSo when you walked up to me and came up with that dumb opening line, I just sortβa went with the flow. And yeah, the chemistry was there too. On a scale of one to ten, youβre a nine. Mex canβt even come close.β
Is that supposed to be a compliment? This girl is sick.
βI donβt believe a word you just told me, Tola.β
βLike I care. Mex is flying in tomorrow. You can ask him yourself.β
βOh, I will. Now can I have my things?β
βJide,β she leans forward, βdonβt even think of trying to screw things up for me. Your mom already knows about the baby. She supports our being together. I hear your dad is going to be a problem because heβs tribalistic and all but Iβll handle himβ¦β
βBy showing him your tits?β
She looked bored at my question.
βNo, really Tola, what do you want from my family? Is it the money? I can give it to you.β
βMoney?β she cackles. βMy parents didnβt leave us poor. Who do you think owns the hospital youβll resume work in tomorrow?β
I frown.
βYeah, put two and two together. My surname is Adeniyi. My father was the late Professor Adeniyi who built the hospital with his friend. I am entitled to half of everything there, so money is not the issue.β
βThen what do you want?β
βA family, Jide. A husband, a home. Is that too much to ask from a guy I gave four years of my life to? You want me to just drop everything we shared like that? Jide, I love Emeka.β
This is the first time I feel her pain. It comes in her voice.
βPlus Iβm back to claim what my father left for us but nobody takes a single woman serious around here, so yeah, Mex has to walk me down that aisle fast.β
βTola, you know I canβt let it happen.β
βThen everyone will know we had sex. Simple!β
I rub the sides of my mouth. Iβm not in the mood for the salad anymore as I see it coming on a tray carried by a smiling waitress.
βHere you go, sir.β The waitress places the tray on the table. βAnything else?β
βNothing, thanks.β
βMaβam?β she asks Tola. Tola shakes her head. The girl leaves. Tola pushes my debit cards to me.
βYou shouldnβt go broke.β
βAnd the rest of my things?β
She shakes her head.
βThereβs a picture in my wallet.β
βThis?β Tola pushes a photo of my ex-fiancΓ©e towards me. I pick it up and the ATM cards.
βWho is she? The girl in the photo?β
βNone of your business.β I pull out some money from my pocket which I leave on the table. I stand up.
βYour salad,β she says.
βTake it. The baby needs it.β
I leave the restaurant. On a cab back home, I dial Mary to text the address to her house. I need someone to talk to.
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βNo, you didnβt!β
Mary canβt believe her ears. She is glaring at me with wide eyes.
βI did.β
βWhy nau, Jide?β
I pull my legs up and make myself comfortable on her bed. Her one-room apartment smells so nice and feels so cozy. She loves the color purple and the dΓ©cor reflects that, with dashes of green to compliment. She has a collage of photos on the wall above her small bed, memories of the best moments in her life. I find myself in more than a few photos and this triggers flashes of our past from school days when I was deceiving myself that I wanted to be a lawyer. I feel special that she still holds those memories close to heart.
I fluff a pillow and rest my head on it, having confessed my sin to her. I toy with the idea of sleeping over since my place is still a mess.
βHow are you now going to do?β she asks.
βI donβt know, boo. Thatβs why I came to you.β
Mary is seated on an Arabian pouf on the floor. She has a serious look on her face and she seems a tad angry too. Her doll eyes have lost their sparkle.
βYouβre disappointed in me,β I mumble.
βIt doesnβt matter, Jide. I stopped being your moral compass when you disappeared from my life. You coming here and asking my advice on what to do after youβve screwed up is what I donβt get.β
βYouβre my friend.β
βFriend? You left! Friends donβt do that to each other! But you left! Without even as much as a ping! I called, I texted, I emailed! I was at your family house almost every weekend and no one had anything tangible to tell me! So you canβt come here and be asking for my advice like I owe you something! I donβt owe you anything! You donβt hold that place in my life anymore! And stop calling me boo!β
She flings a throw pillow at me and marches to her bathroom, Iβm guessing to cry. Wow. She is really mad at me. This girl and her hot temper sef.
I do the gentlemanly thing and go after her, standing outside her bathroom door.
βSo all that unnecessary vexing was you simply saying youβre not going to advise me?β
There is silence from her side for a few seconds and then she bursts out laughing.
βWalai, youβre an ass, Jide.β
βLookβ¦I had a lot to deal with and I donβt want to talk about it. I just want to be forgiven. Is that too much to ask?β
βYouβre still soooo selfish.β
She opens the door. There are no tears in her eyes, just the sound of the toilet flushing.
βYouβre forgiven.β She walks past me and for some reason, I stare at her bum.
βMary, whoβs the alhaji that has been helping you arrange this your onions?β
βNobody.β She reclaims her Arabian pouf.
βNobody? As inβ¦?
βNo alhaji, no boyfriend, no friends with benefits. None. Iβm keeping my body until marriage.β Her face is serious as she says this.
βFor real?β
She crosses her legs, lotus style. βI rededicated my life to God, Jide. You should try that. It will save you from all this trouble youβre getting in.β
βMary, Iβm trying. I seriously am. But these girls, they just donβt want me to progress.β
Mary has her lips pressed together tightly and keeps her brows cocked up. Sheβs unaffected by my explanation.
βSeriously Jide, for how long? While you were away, we were hearing your gist about how you slept around. It was really bad. And now youβre back, you canβt even keep it in for one week? Haba! This same behavior cost you your relationship with Tarela and she almost killed herself.β
βWhy are you bringing that crazy bitch into this matter now?β
βBecause that crazy bitch was my best friend.β
βThat accused you of sleeping with me.β
βShe accused everyone of sleeping with you, Jideofor. Tari was in a bad place and it was all your fault.β
This is why I love Mary. She is blunt like that. She doesnβt sugarcoat things. And she knows how to put me straight. She has always been like that to me and my guys, the one person we can always go to for good counsel, our girl next door.
βAnd youβre going to get yourself in a worse place if you donβt stop. God gave you a second chance to shape up. Whatβs so hard in doing that?β
βI wish I had an answer to that question. But you donβt think Iβm a sex addict, do you? I mean, sex addicts canβt go a day without doing it. Me, I can go for weeks, even months. Okay, maybe not months. But Iβm not that bad, am I?β
βYour problem is something only you know its origins and only you can solve. But me Iβm telling you to do something about it quickly before it destroys you. Only God knows what youβre hiding behind all that sex youβre having.β
βMaybe a small boy who just wants to be loved.β
βYouβre pathetic.β
βSo back to the matter.β I sit on the bed. βThe Tola chick. What do you suggest I do?β
βJust tell Mex the truth.β
βLike he doesnβt hate me enough already.β
βSo you want to lie? One day sheβll let it slip just to spite Mex. Itβs best you just tell him, let it all be over and youβll have your peace. You didnβt know who she was when you had sex, so youβre innocent.β
βNot according to her.β
βI just have a bad vibe about her. And this one that youβre now working in her fatherβs hospitalβ¦β
βI tire.β
Mary sighs. βIt is well. Just be truthful and God will see you through.β
I feel somewhat better speaking to Mary. I donβt know if I can follow her advice, though. How do I look my younger brother in the face and tell him Iβve been with his woman? Then imagine the family hearing about it. My mom will be heartbroken, devastated.
βI made fried rice and turkey,β Mary announces.
βAnd youβve been sitting there, looking at me, waiting for me to tell you Iβm hungry.β
βSorry, sir.β
She gets on her feet and enters the kitchen. I pick a cosmo mag from a magazine rack by the bedside. Itβs the latest issue. I flip through pages quickly.
βJide you missed church today o.β
I pretend not to hear. βBoo, can I sleep over?β
βNo!β she replies immediately.
βWhy?β
βBecause my bed is small and you sleep anyhow and you snore!β
βI promise to stay one place and not snore.β
βNo, Jide! Just go home. I donβt want to be involved in stories that touch the heart.β
Iβm not sure I understand what she means.
βStories that touch the heart? Abeg, explain.β
βExplain what? Youβre a guy, Iβm a girl, my bed is smallβ¦β
I laugh, cutting her short. βMary, boo, itβs never going to happen. Am I mad? Iβd rather sleep with a prostitute than touch you.β
I bring the magazine closer to my face. A page showing different athletic sex positions gets my attention. Iβm particularly intrigued by the Ex Sex. I turn the magazine sideways to understand the position better. Iβm not certain it would work for me. I flip the page and suddenly get this feeling Iβm being watched. I turn. Mary is staring at me with arms crossed and eyes that show Iβve done something wrong.
βWhat?β
βYouβd rather sleep with a prostitute than touch me?β
Oh boy.
βThat came out wrong, Mary.β
βSo, Iβm not attractive enough for you?β
βI didnβt say that. I meantβ¦β
βSo thatβs why all those years you never hit on me? I was not sexy enough?!β
Wahala!
βMaryβ¦β
She raises her hand to stop me. βAnd there I was thinking you respected me as a human being.β
βExactly! I respect you. And that is why I can never hit on you. Come on, boo. Youβre hot.β
She really is. Maybe a little chubby but sexy as hell. Sadly, she doesnβt see that just because she doesnβt have the finest of faces. I wish she would stop dressing conservatively and try out flattering and more revealing clothes.
βI would totally come on to you if I didnβt take you as my sister.β
She nods and turns back to the kitchen. My explanation suffices, thank God.
Minutes later she reappears with lunch. I rub my palms together as she places a tray in my hands.
βEnjoy.β
I start to eat. Delicious meal. I tell her that. She smiles. I flatter her some more because I can see sheβs still upset over my previous statement. Me and my tongue sef. She tells me to eat and stop twisting her head. I do as she orders but halfway she stops.
βYou take me as your sister? Really?β
βErmβ¦yeah.β
βSo youβll be grossed out if I kissed you now?β
I drop my fork. This girl is ruining my meal. Which kain line of questioning be dis?
βMary, I respect you as a sister. And as I said, I will totally hit on you if things were different between us.β
βIβm not your sister, Olajideofor. I donβt see you as a brother, either. So yes, things can be different between us. Not that I want them to be. Iβm just saying I need to know that Iβm sexy enough for you to be attracted to me.β
βI am. Baby, you are beautiful and sexy and you have depth and soul. What man wouldnβt want that?β
βYou. Not that I want you to want me. I just want to know that you can want me.β
Without thinking it through, I leave the bed to where she is, put my hands on her neck and pull her into a kiss. She gasps in my mouth but doesnβt fight me. My initial assault soon turns into a gentle dance of our lips that surprises us both and I swear I could go on but something smacks me in the brain and I return to my senses. I pull away.
She is dazed but I recover from my madness quickly as I take back my position on her bed.
She covers her mouth with both hands. βOh God.β
βYeah, I thought as much. Now, watch the awkwardness that follows that kiss, and tell me if you would want that a hundred times if we shagged.β
Mary is still silent. And she canβt continue her meal either. The awkwardness I just spoke about becomes palpable and I donβt know why. It was a harmless kiss. I put absolutely no emotions to the act. Maybe a little lust but not strong enough to mean anything.
βAre we going to stop talking to each other now?β
She looks at me as if she hasnβt heard me but she replies. βWhy? Because of that small kiss?β She picks her plate from the floor and stands. βAbeg, weβre adults.β
I follow her to her tight kitchen with my tray and offer to do the dishes but she wonβt let me. We brush over the incident and gist until the clock strikes eight. It is then I call it a night. We hug at the door when Iβm about to leave. Thereβs no more awkwardness between us.
βThanks for the meal and the advice.β
βItβs nothing.β
I turn away and walk out to dark clouds gathering up in the night sky. By the time I arrive home, it is already pouring heavily. I run into the compound and flex my legs with quick hops up the steps. When I get to the staircase leading to my apartment, I see Ele sitting in the dark, the light of her phone illuminating her pretty face.
βHey.β I stop to catch my breath. Iβm out of shape.
βHi.β She looks up. βThank God youβre back. I thought you werenβt coming home this night, still I was waiting.β
I straighten up. βYouβve been waiting for me?β
She nods and stands. I take in her appearance. She has a nightwear on, a cotton t-shirt and shorts to match.
βYou wonβt believe what happened to me. I was sleeping, enjoying the rain when all of a sudden part of the ceiling gives way and drenches me right on my mattress!β
βThe ceiling?β
βYes! Before I moved in, the useless landlord promised me to fix the leaking roof but clearly, dude did nothing! My whole apartment is like a swimming pool right now! While I was there sleeping, the house was filling with water. Iβm so mad! All my clothes, everything is soaked!β
βSorry about that.β I unlock the door leading to my balcony and we walk in.
βI just want to chill here until the rain stops, then I can go to my friendβs house.β
I invite her in. We click instantly. Maybe itβs because for a twenty-two year old she is quite mature. Maybe itβs the fact that her nipples are straining through her nightie and pushing me to impious thoughts. Maybe itβs just because I dread facing another cold night alone. Whatever it is, the chemistry is undeniable. We talk politics, we analyze the economy (sheβs studying marketing), we touch up on movies and finally, we browse the topic of sex. Things begin to heat up but Iβm not going to make a move on Ele. I can see she wants me bad. Itβs the manner in which she looks at me, the way she inches closer, how sheβs not as interested in talking about sex as she is in doing it.
I ask if she wants to drink something. She shakes her head. Her eyes are dirty with desire. She pulls up to me and whispers something in my ear. I almost choke on my own saliva.
Well, I donβt have to tell you what happens next. Just call it a wild night. Ele might be only twenty-two but she is boss. I will never look at petite women the same way again.
Our romp ends as the rain slows. Ele wants to cuddle; I donβt but I oblige her. Soon after sheβs asleep. I lay awake going through the different stages of an after-sex frame of mind. Same old empty feelings. Nothing new. Sleep comes after a long phone conversation with Ibro. He wants to take a third wife to please his family. His second wife who is the real love of his life is devastated. Sheβs also pregnant and full term. She has refused to eat all day or visit the hospital. Ibro wants me to come check her tomorrow morning to make sure she and the baby are fine. I promise to do so. He ends the discussion with a yawn. I yawn as well. The line disconnects and I realize I have a text waiting.
Jide, it reads, I heard youβre back in town. Can we hookup, say tomorrow. Iβve missed you. Tari.
I hiss.
Old things have passed away, I reply. Move on, Tarela.
I switch off my phone and sleep off in no time. But I dream of blood, of a beach on a stormy night and ghosts of girlfriends past. I wake up panting and startle Ele.
βAre you okay?β she inquires. My reply is an arm around her. I tug her close and bury her in my grasp. She thinks I want more of her but the only thing I want is to be rid of these recurrent nightmares. She slips from my arms and goes down on me. I donβt complain. Anything to drive away the demons. I close my eyes and sigh.
This is much better than sleep.
Β©Sally@moskedapages
Thank you, Seye for the name “Olajideofor”
Image Credits: Pinterest, Tumblr
Guyman just be careful because your wan too much than leo own ooo,,,,nice one sally
Wooooooooow…… Why do i feel jide is cursed. And I can totally relate to Mary.. Great work
Damn..The witches that are following Jide are not of the normal realms,this ones are Alien type..Chaiii,I can’t but pity tis guy-they should try leaving him alone for a minute nah…Well written Ma’am;waiting for the next episode…
waoh…dis guy is so dead,can’t wait for d manifestation of d oda babe’s juju..nice work as usual Sally and ow is he our baby
Great story Sally
As always!
I love your style of writing.
This Jideofor’s life is so complicated. does he have to sleep with everytin under a skirt? he really needs deliverance. thanks Sally for this episode. please help me warn Jide to get his acts together o jare.
Wow!!
Wow!! Nice one as usual sally..ure awesome.
oh at last…. olajideofor ur cup wee soon full
Can’t wait for the next episode…Good work Sally
Nawa for Jide o, he can’t even control himself. He should just take things easy. Nice piece Sally dearie, how is our baby?
Jide! I pity you wella… #singing# what goes around comes back around
This Jide na lord o! Mr Shagger 2015!
This Jide na lord o! Mr Shagger 2015! Sally,that pic up there issit Ele?
Mehn!!! The people that are after this Jide guy ehn… Sometimes i don’t just understand how some guys can’t keep it in their pants. Come on!!! I still don’t understand this Tola xter though. Nicely done madam Sally.
Nice work Sal, but i think i have watched a movie similar to your work
Hmmmm…jideofor wt lots if baggage…lol
Olajideofor is really LIVING IN BONDAGE!
Sally never ceases to amaze me with her wonderful storylines.Nice one Sally.
D cursed one. This is wow. I mean aunty sally and all this her stories. This is somefin I’ve never read before. From the beginnin I knw it was gon be superb, it is…cnt wait for the next episode. Genius Ma,,,!!!!!
Sally I’m loving this story o. . . God bless you.
This is really bad addiction, curse…Kai, Jide is in serious trouble. Only God will help him.
Thumbs up Sally.
Olajideofor…I like. I was hoping to read two posts @Sally. Thanks.
Hmmmmm! Olajideofor, easy oooooo!
See ehn, God bless Sally. I can’t appreciate you enough, the way you write is so beautiful. This episode is hottttt! I am not even going to try and guess what is going to happen. Beautiful!
is Tari d witch dt wants him back in her life? is it her pic dt is in his wallet? OK o. well done,Sal. thanks
why do i get the feeling Emeka will be his own ghana-must-go of skeletons with him when he comes back. And i can swear his petite whaz-her-name neighbour believes his bridemaker myth, bae literally hunted him down.
Looking forward to Saturdays now..#SallyDadzie d killer writer!!!
Jide is a bag full of it! Lol. I have a message 4 him. Biko Sal give him my address. Hehehe
Choi,jide is one big mess,and this Tara sef what’s her,lemme be patient and wait as the drama unfolds
Walahi, the thunder that will strike Jide is still doing press-up.
Wow!! This is so captivating…. nice one Sally.
Nice one sally! Loving it
I dunno how I came about the ‘Olajideofor’ but I put it down to his friend’s mom calling him Olajide and I see Olajide as one person and Jideofor as another. 1 is struggling to live the life he should live while the other is a complete mess.
Now he’s got ’em in droves coming after his bride making ‘kini’. Dude needs some level of control sha. Even if na swear, he’s gotta deal with the physical and let the spiritual sort itself.
I’ll just sit back and wait for Saturday to come.
Big ups Sally, and thanks for finding my ‘Olajideofor’ worthy to be used π
Sally is back and this is great. My week couldn’t have progressed better. Thanks Sally. This was a hooker from start to finish
Ms Sally, na God I take beg una…helep me beg bro olajideofor o…the way he is going about shaging babes, make he no go shag his friend’s wives o… Bcos it’s official, he is cursed. Even God can’t save him now…only you can if only you rewrite his story else he is finished.?
Damn! Dis jide no well o
Wow!
still on track -Jide doesnt seem to know how to spend a night alone
Wow! Jide is in serious trouble, Mary seems to have a crush on him but he’s still clueless about that. Hope she’s not the one that was chanting in the beginning o? Looking forward to reading more, welldone dear.
First of all, Jide is a big fool. If Tola threatens to tell everyone he slept with her, so what? Nothing new about that. But that would ruin her chances of getting Emeka. It’s a win-half-win for him. And a lose-SUPER-lose for her. But noooo, he won’t play that card, cos he’s that daft. Daft with a super raging sexual desire haha!