Knock, Knock, Its The Unfriendly. Chapter VI

CHAPTER SIX

FOREVER

     Patricia woke up on Saturday morning stretching her arms, she thought she felt fine. She got excited remembering today was her school dinner night. She looked at her closet and got up to

get her dress out. She tried on her shoes and placed them by her reading table, she placed the dress on her chair and headed downstairs. “Mum, Good morning, Dad Good morning” she met her parents in the kitchen holding each other or something, Patricia giggled and covered her face, her parents both replied her and resumed their attention to each other. She went into the living room and found her brothers cleaning. She smiled and shook her head. “Good morning twins” she said to both of them, they both ignored her knowing she was about to tease them, “Look who won the sleeping match, showing us her teeth for a medal” Wale said, the three siblings laughed. There was no denying that Saturday mornings were always one of the best. Patricia loved the traditional family breakfast thing, the way everyone disobeyed the law of not eating with your mouth full. She loved to listen to her mother talk about who and who was getting some kind of punishment for bad behavior. She felt even more better when nobody talked about her Thursday incident. A good morning it was.

     Alex had called her at mid afternoon to check on her, he wanted her home address so he could come get her but her dad had promised to get her to the school premises by himself. Alex could meet with her up there and he could get to see who was taking his daughter as his date. Alex had agreed and hung-up. Patricia watched the clock hourly waiting for the dressing time to lapse. She watched television most part of the day and help her mum make lunch. She watched the clock in the kitchen too.

     At half past six she retired to her room to take a shower, she needed all the freshness she could get, “Nothing is stopping tonight” she thought to herself. Her mum came in later to dress her as she was applying her moisturizer. Mrs. Andrews had come in with her makeup set and gotten her daughter made up. She thought Patricia looked older and really beautiful, she was glad the doctor’s report on any pregnancy had been negative, she decided to pack up her daughters hair and form a wrap with it. She sighed when she was done with the makeover, she was proud of her self. “Look in the mirror” she told her daughter. Patricia leaped excitedly when she saw how beautiful she looked. Her mother handed her her dress and she put it on, it must had been a dress cut and made specially for her as it fitted her like a second

skin, Patricia kept beaming. Mrs. Andrews stepped back to look at her daughter with pride and handed her some simple jewelries. “There you go, my baby’s so beautiful, wait till everybody sees you in school” she said to her daughter. Patricia kept smiling “Thank you so much mum” she finally said. “Get your shoes let me go tell your dad you’re ready and get a camera, my daughter’s first date” she heard her mum say excitedly before she left her room. Patricia was left alone now, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She knew she was beautiful and jaws would drop that evening.

     Mrs. Andrews arrived downstairs at the dining table to tell her husband to get his camera ready, she told him he wouldn’t believed how his daughter was looking. On his way to get the camera he stopped to get the door when he heard a knock. He opened and smiled as he saw who it was but said nothing, few seconds later, his wife and two sons heard him say “Oh why, come in dear.”

     
     Patricia had only waited five minutes and had gotten impatient, “What was keeping mum?” she thought to herself, the desk clock read twenty past seven o’clock. She wore her shoes and took her purse with her, she left her room and headed downstairs. “Mum, Mum!, Mummy!” she had started calling as soon as she left her room she was worried about spoiling her dad’s and siblings’ surprises. She gave up and headed to the living room. She stopped at the last stair hoping that someone sees her and jaw-drops but no one came, she rolled her eyes and stepped down holding her dress so she doesn’t trip. The living room was empty, so was in the dining area to the kitchen, she called “Mum! Dad! Dad! Deji! Wale!” she called out aloud but got no response, she headed upstairs again and checked every room. “Empty” she said to herself. She was back down stairs and took off her shoes, she wore a pair of flip-flops and walked outside, the cars were in the garage, she found no one. “Where did they all go? What’s going on? Is this some kind of a joke?” she said more to herself. A frown now crossed her face as she walked back into the house, there was a new chill to the house that she had ignored earlier. She stood at the entrance and opened her mouth in a voiceless scream. The blue eyed one sat on the edge of the stairs looking at her with concern. “I’m here now, now we would be together forever” he said with a beautiful smile.

Dear Man Please (Episode 2)

Dear Man Please (Part 2)

 "Though I know some men are gonna not so like me so much after this post, but you see I wouldn't want to confuse who reads this because men don't like getting busted for anything, well- especially when you know or play the game better than they do, they get pissed at you, hate your guts and still like your fine butt though, I'm washing some dirty laundry out here people so don't read if its gonna burn your eyes"   

 

Yemisi decided to bully me about my crush as soon as we got outside the library and we both laughed about it but were soon talking about something else before getting to the Tantalizer’s cafeteria to eat lunch, Yemisi who drooled over married men with money gave me the gist on the Saturday date she had lastweek, the date she had lent a dress of mine to go to, I had told her to keep it though because I was so big on not taking back stuffs I borrow to people and the dress was really nice on her as she was the curvy girl of all men’s speck,

she fell into almost all the category of what men like, I on the other side was the slim girl who wasn’t also not bad looking but limited to one or two speck of women men wanted and liked. She told me she went shopping too and presented me with a bag of gifts, she had gotten me two new dresses and a pair of beautiful shoes,  she new my size and taste and I was ecstatic about them, I knew for her to bet me these stuffs that she must had bought loads of stuffs for herself I wouldn’t want to say she was the stingy type but again I’m not even near being offended, she gave when she wanted to without feeling compelled to do so too. She told me about her bank transaction too and whatever happened the night that led to all that she was telling me at the cafeteria- I have my mouth zipped on that. I wasn’t even jealous though but just like the human that I was I wondered why I wasn’t the one who met the man she was so excitedly telling me about, I wondered I didn’t have her very appealing body “Maybe I would had been the one in her shoes by now.“ I thought, well can’t worry about that I waved it off my mind atleast I got 2 dresses and a pair of shoes just by lending something to a friend, ‘ That wasn’t so bad .” I thought. I smiled genuinely at her as she went on with the whole event of that day till she finally added “A friend of his wants to meet a friend of mine oh! He said he liked slim fine girls and I thought of you, would you like to meet him because he’s just as rich as well oh!” she said to me and I was indeed surprised and felt a sense of guilt for what I had been thinking previously and asked if she was sure this so called person would like me to the extent of being so crazy about me without me even trying to impress and she finally added that he had seen my picture and she even told him I was prettier in person than what he was drooling about in the picture and she needed my permission to give him my number, I smiled and asked if she was really serious about it and she said she was so I was like  “of-course, give him my number, hope he’s got some good money oh and he’s not the beer belly kind” because I was also choosy on the men of my choice and I know my dear Yemisi didn’t mind what you looked like but just as soon as she smells you bulky money your face magically transforms into handsome to her and that was all she knew, I wouldn’t want to end up with some bald headed fat belly man looking like 10 of  me, no way……no way……no way. We concluded that she would send my number to her new boyfriend or manfriend! So that he could give it to his friend and that I should expect his call pretty soon. We left the cafeteria to our hostel though different rooms and I was excited to try on my new wears. 

The next week passed and I got no call from the so called Mister Man that I had been expecting, I gave up waiting once 1 week lapse and thought she must had had a whiff of my genuine envy when she was talking about her new catch and thought of telling me something to make me feel better, I shrugged at myself and picked up a romance novel I had been reading and decided to go take my bath instead cause I bet  I must’ve been stinking already, would feel so lazy to take my bath everytime I wasn’t having lectures or any reason to leave my hostel although I had a pending assignment to write but wasn’t ready to start with that, I pushed myself off the bed to frab my towel and all my necessary bathing stuffs and tools you would think I was planning on transforming in the bathroom when you see all I take to take my bath in the bathroom, I love taking care of myself though and smelling goo and believe me men were attracted to this, I always wanted to be fresh everytime I go out, it was already 5pm and I knew I would want to step out atleast just the sake of leaving my bed. I proceeded to undressing to wrap myself in my towel while eavesdropping to my room-mate who was lamenting about her boyfriend again to her friend I wasn’t in the mood to advice her this time around because I don’t why she’s still with the guy who makes her unhappy, I mean like except if she’s not a goat she’d keep going back to him and its not even like the so called BOY did anything tangible for her- he crowned everything all up by dating and deceiving other girls just like her but I guess the guy has some good talents if all these girls keep going back to him, I shook my head and picked up my toilet bag  laughing at my room-mate within me “poor girl”, my phone rang in time for me to leave the room and I almost didn’t want to go back and pick up the phone, “Lola “my room-mate was already calling my name as I almost stepped out of the room,  I told her I was going to pick it up anyway and I went for my phone, I stared at the strange number calling and wasn’t sure I wanted to pick up because I had been avoiding some people for  a while now and I had the habit of being  quick at deleting phone numbers off my phone which I usually blame myself for because I always end up picking up unwanted calls. I missed the first call and the second one came in before I could return the phone, I sighed and answered the call, I whispered hello to hear the voice of who was calling and it wasn’t whomever I must’ve been expecting so I relaxed, within a minute my caller was chatting me up and I was careful not to sound so convincing and then he finally introduced himself as Dele, he said he was a friend to Yemisi and has been dying to meet me (I rolled my eyes because it took him 1 whole week to prove this), he said he’s been so busy for while now and just thought of talking to me to ease himself and I giggled sweetly at this like I meant it, he said I was a realy beautiful girl with a lovely physique and would love to meet me in person, I giggled again and asked why he wanted to meet me, he said he wouldn’t want to miss the chance of a life time not to come across a beauty like mine and to tell you the truth I was indeed flattered at all the psyches he was throwing at me, he then said he would be coming to Ibadan which was were my university was located for some business meeting and also to get some pleasure as well and in response to this I sounded unsure about being available on that day and lied that I would be having classes and was onto finishing my assignment which had the deadline of that day after all I thought  “you had to wait till you come over here before you called me, what am I? A call girl or what? “  He laughed and said we could still see in the evening time as he would be busy during the, he also added that Yemisi told him that I was a shopaholic and he hopped I wouldn’t finish his money when he comes over, I faked a laugh even though I was smiling from ear to ear from hearing this and yes, he had passed the needed message and I picked it  clearly, I said I would let him know before then if I would be available which meant that if he didn’t keep tabs on me he wouldn’t be see me then, he gave me some more psyches and got me laughing genuinely because he was kind of funny, after some minutes of talking we ended the call with him promising to talk to me later but I wasn’t banking on this promise though. I dropped the phone and smiled to myself thinking about all the shopping and the money of this world, I picked up my phone again and checked him out on face book, he looked good enough if I was sure I was checking out the real person, I think he looked lika some billion dollars too. I dropped my phone and knew I was going to have a happy time in the bathroom ................to be continued.

Knock Knock, Its The Unfriendly. Chapter I

CHAPTER 0NE

THE PERFECT HOME

     Patricia Andrews had resided on the island part of Lagos, Nigeria since her childhood. Little had changed since she had been born sixteen years ago apart from occasional touch-ups of the paints in the exteriors of buildings in her neighborhood. She lived in a quiet part of the world and hated staying out late. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews had been more than pleased with a daughter you could always count on not to keep late nights, not even sneaking out late at night to go have some fun they would had never understood. Patricia was the only girl among her two twin brothers, they were 21 and in the University, they were both totally different from Patricia, they embraced the restlessness and noises of life and couldn’t survive a week of serenity in their parents’ home without tripping out almost everyday.

Deji and Wale were the only one who kept late nights and had always burdened their little sister with the favor of opening the door for them whenever they returned from one of their numerous outings, sometimes she had to cover up for them when it was needed of her, she would always oblige reluctantly.

     Patricia was like the perfect daughter that almost never got into trouble, she wouldn’t stay out late nor stay up late. The parents; a surgeon and a high school teacher respectively were hard workers and presented themselves at home at every chances available, Mrs. Andrews whom was a teacher in a secondary school loved her kids and smother them affection whenever she had the slightest chance. There was the ‘good morning kiss’, the ‘bye mom kiss’, ‘the hello mom kiss’ etc which the kids usually shied away from whenever they could. Her husband a surgeon who hated being away from his family was the eccentric one and never took life too seriously, he would sometimes make jokes of life and death, “If it was that serious, we shouldn’t have to die” he would say couple of times with a chuckle and an elbow-nudge to the closest person beside him, and his wife had never for once found such jokes that funny. This is just a tale about a normal family living their normal lives, at least before that knock on the door.

     The only little problem Patricia had was that she was a dreamer, she had crushed on a boy in her class for almost a year now, his name was Jimi Johnson who was a transfer student from a place she didn’t know. She never told him of her crushing neither did she think he might had had any idea of her feelings towards him, she figured that he was the most handsome and tallest kid in class. He even had deeper dimples when he smiled. She went as far as naming her teddy-bear after him. It got so bad that she began to write anonymous short letters to him twice a month. She would mail it to his house without adding a return address on the envelope. She knew he had seen her first letter when she saw him read it in class, she saw him smile at himself when he was done. She had hoped that one day he might crush on her in return and maybe send her letters too. Once in a while she dropped anonymous notes too on his seat as well, she made sure she was never caught. She knew she was psychologically stalking him and she never felt guilty for once, sometimes she fantasized that he might give her her first kiss one day and maybe they might even get married in the future. She found it exhausting to wait for the future to come on time. There was a school dinner that she would be attending for the first time of her life and she hoped to be his date. She had asked her parents for the fourth time if she could go and they had finally agreed she could attend, she had even made them promise to get the best and most beautiful dress for her for the dinner. Her mother had quietly said the motherly things to her even though she wasn’t prepared to listen to such, she knew she was a good girl when compared to other girls moreover she was only sixteen. “Don’t go chasing after boys because you think you’re all grown up, have your books on your mind at all times and know there’s so much time for every other thing like boys!!!” her mother had said to her one day. Patricia had looked clueless, “What was her mother talking about? There’s time to crush in love though” she had thought to herself reassuringly.

     On a Tuesday afternoon, Patricia retrieved her pen, a plain white sheet and a notebook and took a walk after returning from school, these were one of those days she wrote her twice a month letter. She loved her mysteriousness and how she though she kept her crush guessing. She strolled within her close neighborhood until she came across a tree, the tree stood alone and farther away from the clusters she had seen all her life, she wondered how come she was just noticing the tree for the first time. She had no idea of the nature of the three or what kind of fruits it bore. She touched the tree and the trunk felt very cold. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but she could make out different faces in the trunk, faces with hair, the faces of women or something. She could make out eyes, shapes like noses but no lips as she took a walk around the tree trunk. “A special tree” she said to herself and smiled. An idea struck her. She laughed at herself sweetly as she thought about how silly she had become. She smiled at it like it was alive, picked up a sharp enough stone from the ground and started carving into it.

The Truth About the Death Of Naomi. Episode II

EPISODE II

“Hello sister, good evening…. You say? ….okay, when should I come pick up your friend? …Alright no problem, at your hostel right? … okay, I’d be there , bye” Abdul hangs up the phone-call and concentrates fully on his driving, he makes his U-turn and drops his passengers off at the gate entrance, he gives change to one of them and decided he should probably go fill up his petrol tank but changes his mind as a passenger got into his car asking for a ‘drop’ somewhere outside the university gates, he hoped he could do this drop, buy the fuel needed and be in time to pick  up a friend of one of his favorite passengers at-least it pays better than queuing up and wasting time waiting for his turn to pick up passengers while hoping someone wants a drop somewhere. He was done later and had three minutes to spare as sister Mope had started calling already, he decided not to pick her calls but picked up the unknown number that called seconds after, the female caller introduced herself as Mope’s friend and that she was ready and waiting for him, he apologized for the delay and promised to be with her shortly. He accelerated so as not to miss one more addition to his customers’ list, he wondered who the lady that called was, she spoke so gently and this he liked already as he thought such person could barely get angry or sound angry whenever he couldn’t meet up with a pickup time, he hoped his cab service to her would be satisfactory. As he drives on getting closer to his customer’s hostel he was flagged by a lady wearing a shirt and pants, it took him a while to register the face as this lady was wearing too much makeup, her name was Chika and she use to be a final year student when he met her, he was her favorite cabman and had come on to him on several occasions, he hated to refuse her as he didn’t want ‘student trouble’, he thought he couldn’t afford to date a student as the demands were not yet in his priority list, the rented car he was using then required the care you give to a child, you couldn’t go too fast nor too slow with it otherwise it halted all by itself, Mr Benson who owned his previous cab was a junior lecturer in the university, Mr Benson was as stingy as he was a perfectionist, his blue painted car had better not be retuned with any dent on it at the ending of the week, Abdul was too glad to be introduced to a microfinance bank before that year ran out, he was able to acquire his own car by paying monthly arrears and start his own cab business afresh with the hope of acquiring more cars in the future for hire.

The Night At The Hotel. Episode VI (The Conclusion)

Episode VI

There was no knocking coming in from anywhere, I saw bright lights all around, everywhere was spotlessly white, I think I could see my dad waving at me or something, I waved back at him, he stretched his hand and I stretched mine to touch his but he wasn’t as close to me as he appeared to, he whispered that I should try to get up from my seat with a loving smile and I smiled back, I heard him whisper that he had missed his favorite daughter and I said that I had missed him too, I was trying to get up from my seat to meet with my dad but was having a little difficulty doing that, I hadn’t been a good girl lately so if I was in heaven then I would be surprised, not that I had hoped my dad wouldn’t go to heaven, no kid thought of such but I couldn’t just get up, “You have to get up, you have to, close your eyes and open it again” he whispered to me still giving me that sweet smile, I smiled and shut my eyes, I tried to lift my body from my seat before opening them again, I still couldn’t, I opened my eyes and my dad was gone now, I blinked twice to get my focus right, I wonder where he went to just now and why he left,