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Monday, 19 March 2018

STORY, DIARY OF A LEKKI HOUSE BOY CHAPTER 22

I couldn’t feel anything but painment( ) as I
walked away, telling/calling her all sorts of craps
that came to my Mind. No I won’t say “Drunk”
mind.. I claim responsibility for all the things I said
to you baby( )..
She called my name in an attempt to explain
everything but I was just full of rage.. She now
shouted “You have no Idea what you just did to me
Babe, did you even noticed what I did for you?”..
This was when I got a little conscious about the
environment, some of the guys were already up,
looking at us act our little drama. Now you know
that’s hell of trouble right?
Like all this kids were twitter freaks!!!! , they
must have probably known what was going on by
now..
I guess I interpreted it wrong.. Again? as “So
because I give you body for last night, na him u dey
show ur caracta?”.. But damn! My self Esteem was
really dead.. Don’t you think?
I left her still anyways and went to wait for the
Estate shuttle Bus.. Didn’t care when or how she
will reach home, all I knew was that it was my first
heartbreak and it was just something I wished
never happened.. Awwwwww! Feels funny and sad
at the same time telling y’all tho but waiting at the
shuttle bus stop, looking towards the gate to see if
she was coming and not seeing anything made me
have a weird feeling.. Like I.. I felt water roll down
my eyes.. No!!! It wasn’t tears.. It was just a salty
water dropping.. Was I crying? Tears tastes like
salt?
“Bleep the world..” I said as I tried consoling
myself, cleaning the salty water Off my eyes while I
entered the Bus.. “Now she gets to be with the
main Guy”.. I thought. Earpiece plugged as I tried
playing TYLER THE CREATOR’s “Bastard” Song to
console myself, I didn’t know how I ended up
playing Bruno Mars song.. Can’t really remember
the title but it had lyrics like “If you ever leave me
baby.. Leave the morphine at my door, cause it will
take a whole lots of medication.. To realise what
blah blah blah..”.. The song was under the
“Bastard” song (I guess I lost consciousness).
Ok, when they say boys do not cry, don’t believe
them oh.. Luclay(South Africa BBA contestant) was
a man I once insulted for being too girly because he
cried like a girl. But here I was, feeling weird.. No, I
still didn’t believe I was crying.. So let’s say I was
weird.. All I know is I would have passed for a
Luclay at that moment.
Off to twitter I went to see what was going on..
Opened and saw a picture of me and faith.. Perhaps
the picture was taken when the two of us where
entering the party and a tweet on top of it saying
“Just a day with @_____ and it felt better than 1year
with you, get a life”.. Guess what? It was tweeted
3hoursAgo and it got 300retweets (like does this
kids sleep at all?)
OMG!.. Faith tweeted that? I wanted to tell the Bus
to wait but I was already closed to the gate..
Besides, I was still looking at the tweets and how on
earth would I approach her? All the words I said?..
Going further down, I saw that she replied all the
tweets Ken tweeted at me. Like this got me broken
down..
This wasn’t funny.. I heard people at the back(most
of them were househelps and cooks that works in
the estate) murmur.. Then someone touched me
and told me that we were at the estate gate.. Got
down and I couldn’t stand on my legs. So I sat to
read more tweets. “But novels didn’t write it like
this now.. Abi na dose boys jazz me? Damn am so
possessed right now”.. I said to myself as I kinda
stopped feeling weird… (Wanna know something
else? after that bruno mars song, the studip shuffle
played Westlife’s “SOLEDAD” song.
“Awwww! @_____ just walked out on @_____, damn
that is just sad ” (you get?)
“Now @____(faith) is just silent? Kill @____(ken)
already..” *I come dey pity faith .. Or I felt sorry
for her?.. I hate when I feel sorry for myself and lie
that it was for another *
Was still reading tweets when Asamoah called me
(Wait first!!! hope say he won’t say something
silly?).. Didn’t pick at first because I had to correct
some things so he won’t detect that weird moment
.
“Charly.. Where are you?” He asked as I picked the
2nd call in a way I could imagine how his face
would look like.. Like ” ”
“Ummm.. On my way home”.. I answered while I
ironed my character like nothing happened.
He said words I didn’t even listen to.. Only thing I
heard was: “You get taxi fare?” In his GH ascent ..
That was funny you know? Me? Taxi? If I hear! Last
time I checked, Taxi from the estate gate to my own
(not mine) estate would cost a minimum of
#2500naira. Abeg, how much from Lagos To Abuja
? Ehehe! I go come take #2500 (Even if I didn’t
have it, the sound of it made me feel like an
economist with a PhD degree..) enter taxi when bus
na 150naira? Mtchewww (If you be ajebo, sorry you
won’t understand)
Well, I smiled (that laugh you do when you want
someone to stop talking) while I told him I would
find my way.
I trekked from VGC gate to AJAH bust park under
4minutes (if you know that hood, you better start
clapping!!!! )
Getting to the bus stop, I wanted to enter a car (In
Ajah, most of the commercial vehicles are Cars..
Think of OPEL ) but the man said it was 150naira.
“For wetin?” I exclaimed as I walked towards a bus
that was shouting: Awoyaya Lakowe Abijoh!!!!..
“How much?” I asked as the conductor said “Enter
with your hundred naira change”..
“Na only 120naira dey my pocket self .. Change
yakpa!!!!”.. My mind communicated as I jumped in
the bus.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 23 TOMORROW

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