He tried to, first, love her, second, compare her to his favourite character in a novel he remembers half the lines and lastly, he tried to make her his all. But he failed. The afternoon he first saw her, he became restless, the afternoon she left, he became restless.
The very first day he saw her, he was with two lusting young fellows who were shouting false sexual escapades. “Oh! That girl? Lef am koraa. I chop her last year koraa ooo. Now ibi like she wan do her body like she be brand new product” Daniel, one of the boys said in a high-pitch tone “I chop her basa basa. She dey even scream for help that night”
“Dannie dier you dey form ooo. But abi you know I chop your cuzon yestee” Peter tried to tease Daniel.
“Abi I don’t give a fuck! Massa, you for use condom oo and chop her well well. Make sure her body come oo na that my cuzon koraa she no dey even pect any bro. Massa chop am”
The two looked at Seth simultaneously obviously expecting him to say something. “Why? What's wrong?” he asked obviously lost as to what they really want.
“Seth dierr! He dey do en body like he bi Roman fada but i hear he spoil pass” Daniel looked at Seth condescendingly.
“I am a virgin” he replied almost in a whisper.
Peter stood up from the short wall they were sitting on and circled Seth as if he had said something extremely unheard of in history.
“Make you commot for there! Wey nonsense you wan blow we this evenin tee?” he neared him “bro, you be seventeen ooo not one and not seven. Even Primary Five kids koraa them chop demabody! Clear off koraa!”
Just then she walked by. At first, Seth gave her no attention, she looked vaguely familiar, all he knew was that she lived close by and that was the extent he wanted to know her.
“Seth, call the girl and flow her say you wan her number.” Daniel whisperrd.
‘But I don’t even know her” he said a bit louder, embarassed and dead sure she heard it.
Peter lowered his voice “Do wild and diet her keke. You for experience life oo and be guy small. See if you small bro koraa hear say you are a virgin koraa he no go call you Bra Seth again ooo.”
He stood up shaking, doubled his footsteps and whispered something inaudible. The girl turned and looked at him frowning.
“What do you want?” she asked sternly almost shouting so that Daniel and Peter could hear it.
“Your number” he stammered.
“And you ---”
“Can you please lower your voice? Please, I am begging you. Just pretend you are giving me a wrong number, I only don't want them to make a mockery of me” he interjected with so much quaker in his voice.
She looked at him and saw paradise. This is what she always dreamt of, to be loved by a boy so handsome and soft. She knew him, in fact, she admired his decency. He was a part of the few boys who did not sag their shorts in the name of fashion. Regardless, she disprove of his association with those boys and wished should they ever go into a relationship, he would stay away from them.
“What is your number?” she asked him
“Zero….two…..zero…..four….six……” he replied carefully mentioning ever number correctly.
She called him, his phone rang and it was her favourite song! How lovely, she smirked.
“Call me” she walked away.
That was how the heartbreak story began. Since he wanted to keep the relationship, he stomached every pain she subjected him to. He really wanted to marry her despite everything but she was a wild horse who wanted not to be tamed. She wanted more of him (which he couldn't provide). Then one day, she left. He never healed till this day and had to settle on alcohol and a promiscuous lifestyle. He often reasoned “If I had had sex with Estelle, she would have never let.”
But she loved him and he also loved him but she was afraid she had made him a womanizer and would cheat on her with other woman and he was afraid he was incapable of loving again
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