I met him once on a popular social media. He was tall and lanky, his body covered in hair reminded me of my soft smooth night blanket. He wore a bright smile just like his eyes wore a coffee-colored medicated reading glasses.And when he smiled… eeiii pooh! his smile broke the chains lock around my heart just like that! We messaged hi’s and hello’s here and there, i looked up his pictures and i saw his swag! Darm the boy got it!
And then that lonely rainy day when GOD became so angry that he poured the whole heavens down like boom boom! I mastered courage and dialed his number…ring ring, he picked!
“HELLO?” his voice thundered above the sound of the rains. My heart skipped a beat and i nearly suffered a heart attack.
“hi, Ebo? ” i whispered , “are you okay? i mean i am…”
“the girl. No ,the woman you spoke to on. NO, i mean your facebook friend, we chatted about lions and and..”
“WHAT?” His voice roared.
“Sweetheart who’s that on the line?” I heard her clear and loud. i dreaded her smooth silky heavy british accent. You could tell she flown first class and wore victoria underwears and that she was the type that wore high heels even to the bathroom; the reason why i hated her the more.
“some crazy girl maybe,” i heard him said.
” Put that damn phone down! and let’s make some love!” it was an ordered, she just ordered him like that; my man. I slipped to the floor imagining what that wicked -mean girl was doing to my man, my man ooh!