There is a continuation IJay. 'M sorry 've not posted it; its only that 'm not sure I really know how this site works... So 'm tryna get a hang of it..

Months later, after the usual '3 NO's and one BIG YES!', we were in a relationship. We hadn't particularly being together for so long but i had started noticing really unpleasant traits that he possessed. Traits one couldn't see from a distance but which were dominating when one took a closer look.
In october, he travelled for a 3- week business meeting. He was due back home on a saturday and we agreed to meet by 3 at that same restaurant where we first met. I had bought him a little something to welcome him back home the previous day and done everything just so our re- union could be a happy one. Because i hadn't seen him in a long while, it was only normal for me to want to look really good and sexy for my boo. As a result, i got to the restaurant 30mins l8. It was very obvious that he was furious but i had hoped he was not going to put up an act for the sake of our re- union.
On approaching him, he didn't even as much as give me attention. He just signed to the waiter to bring over what he earlier ordered. I still had a confident smile on my face as i bent to kiss him on the cheek but he lightly pushed me away, looking disgusted.
#so much for looking good#, i thought to myself.
Hiding the embarrassment i felt behind my smile, which now seemed stupid rather than confident, i took a sit opposite his and awaited the next scheme of events.
We ate in strained silence. Or rather, he ate, because i hardly touched my own share of food. Michael on his own part, ate like nothing happened. Like i wasn't there! Like he was alone in the restaurant. After a while, he stared at my plate and for the first time since my arrival, he spoke to me.
'aren't you going to eat the food?'
'i . . . I can't eat. . 'm not hungry anymore.'
on hearing my reply, he merely looked at me and continued to eat. I had expected sth sweeter. More concern and affection, none of which he cared to show at the moment. Too pissed to keep quiet, i questioned him to know what the matter was.
'what's wrong mike?'
at first, he didn't answer me. He just kept on eating like noone ever said a word.
'mike?!'
'you're wrong woman!' he eventually screamed out, slamming his fist on the table.
I could feel the stare of the whole restaurant on us.
'do you know how long i waited for you to come meet me here? I waited for close to an hour!'
i had wanted to defend myself. To tell him i was only l8 by 30mins but what did it matter?
'i buy you lunch and you say you can't eat cos you're not hungry. Did you forget we were to meet for lunch?! By the way, who's the dude that drove you in?'
'what?!' i managed to say.
I had intended to stay mute with the hot unshed tears burning my eyes but his last statement made me lose it beyond reason! Tears spilled over the table cloth uncontrollably. Did he actually think i was cheating on him? With my sisters boyfriend?
That was it!- the last straw that broke the camels back. I stood up to go with the shred of pride i had left in me, only to have him grip me by the arm.
'aren't you gonna answer me? Where the hell do you think you're going?'
with the little strength i could muster, i looked him in his brown eyes one last time, freed my arm from his muscular grasp and ran out of the restaurant. I had never been that humiliated in my life. A whole me, Loretta Adams!
In five months, we had broken up three times and i swore that day that there'd be no making up, never again! Cos i couldn't suffer a fourth break- up, not with MICHael AndrewS or any other guy for that matter! Love's not bout getting hurt over and over, it's bout making it through the stormy weather.
Love's not bout falling each time its over,
it's bout standing up each time, and waxing stronger.
This one love has taken all of my energy, i decided it was time to leave.
I was just perfect b4 meeting Michael, and even after he's gone, i'd be fine!
Gone he is now, and perfect i'd be!
That was what i thought. . .

Dr2103.

I won't.
Thanks for reading.

Thanks @DailyNews. God bless Nigeria, and God bless you too.

Glancing at my watch again, i decided i could still spare a minute or two. Quickly, I reached for the camera in my bag and walked towards him.
'hmph hmph!' I cleared my throat.
'Hi!'
He looked at me with his big brown eyes. Damn! he's cuter than I thought.
'Hi!'
'How are you and how have you been? it's been a while!'
I offered myself a sit and ordered me a drink.
you're doing fine, loretta! I assured myself.
'Fine! Fine!'
He seemed perplexed. He should, anyway.
The waiter served the drink.
'Thanks! yeah, so what have you been up to? you forgot to drop your digitss the other day and 'm so glad we're meeting again.'
'excuse me?'
Uh oh! it isn't working, dammit!
'I don't know you.'
I took a sip from my drink.
Think Loretta! Think!
'Aren't you Alfred? The guy who um. . . whose picture I took last Saturday at the beach. You said you were a model and we discussed about you modelling for a friend of mine.. . . .'
'Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down, Lady photographer. Slow down.'
I nodded my head stupidly.
Damn it! What am I doing here? I should be somewhere else now and I'm trying to make out lies because I'm stuck on this guy. What in the world is wrong with you Loretta?
He's talking to you Loretta!
And I'm listening to him, dammit!
But you aren't answering!
'Hello!’
He waved his hands in front of me. Sexy long hands, he’s got.
Well, stop it already! I can see you and I can hear you!''
'Sure!' I finally responded. 'You know what? I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! I kinda have this issue with faces. I don't remember faces. But you just seened much like that Alfred guy with your build and size, you know?!
I laughed dryly to hide my stupidity. Surprisingly, he smiled at me. Was he amused, or thinking me stupid? Whatever!
'I kinda forgot there are so many huge bulky looking dudes around. Ha Ha! I gotta go now. I’m Sorry for wasting your time.'
I hurriedly gulped down the remainder of my drink to wet my dry throat.
Damn it loretta! I hope you walk out of this restaurant like a lady that you are!
Ready, set, go!
I stood up on my wobbly feet and made to walk out with the remaining pride I had left in me.
‘Cha cha!’
'Excuse me?!' His sexy voice called out.
Damn! What is it now?
I took my time to turn around.
'Me?'
'Yeah. You kinda left something behind.' He shifted his gaze to my camera which I left on the table.
'Oh, thanks!'
'Can I get a shot?'
'Really? Oh sure!'
I raised the camera to my eye like an expert. I was happy.
'ok, ready?'
'sure!'
'nah common! give me a real smile! hmmm mmm! no! no! a little bit more! common, you can do better!'
On and on I teased him, until I got him bursting out in laughter and damn! He looked a whole lot cuter when he laughed!
I took 5 shots of him in 2 minutes.
‘Ok now! . . . ‘
‘Here’s my card. Just ring me up whenever they are ready. I kinda have to go now.’
He stood up to go.
‘Alright! It was really nice meeting you Mr. Alfred. . . .’
‘It’s Michael, not Alfred!’
‘Oh my bad! Mr. Micheal. Hope to see you soon.’
‘Same here, Miss. . . .’
‘Loretta!’
‘Right. So, see you soon. Bye!’
‘Yeah, bye.’
No shakes, no hugs. Hm, weird one!
When he was out and gone, I almost screamed out in delight.
Yeah baby, you did it! You got him hooked too, no doubt
Ok so, what’s the next step?
Omg Loretta, You forgot about Larry!

Dr2103.

Glancing at my watch again, i decided i could still spare a minute or two. Quickly, I reached for the camera in my bag and walked towards him.
'hmph hmph!' I cleared my throat.
'Hi!'
He looked at me with his big brown eyes. Damn! he's cuter than I thought.
'Hi!'
'How are you and how have you been? it's been a while!'
I offered myself a sit and ordered me a drink.
you're doing fine, loretta! I assured myself.
'Fine! Fine!'
He seemed perplexed. He should, anyway.
The waiter served the drink.
'Thanks! yeah, so what have you been up to? you forgot to drop your digitss the other day and 'm so glad we're meeting again.'
'excuse me?'
Uh oh! it isn't working, dammit!
'I don't know you.'
I took a sip from my drink.
Think Loretta! Think!
'Aren't you Alfred? The guy who um. . . whose picture I took last Saturday at the beach. You said you were a model and we discussed about you modelling for a friend of mine.. . . .'
'Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down, Lady photographer. Slow down.'
I nodded my head stupidly.
Damn it! What am I doing here? I should be somewhere else now and I'm trying to make out lies because I'm stuck on this guy. What in the world is wrong with you Loretta?
He's talking to you Loretta!
And I'm listening to him, dammit!
But you aren't answering!
'Hello!’
He waved his hands in front of me. Sexy long hands, he’s got.
Well, stop it already! I can see you and I can hear you!''
'Sure!' I finally responded. 'You know what? I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! I kinda have this issue with faces. I don't remember faces. But you just seened much like that Alfred guy with your build and size, you know?!
I laughed dryly to hide my stupidity. Surprisingly, he smiled at me. Was he amused, or thinking me stupid? Whatever!
'I kinda forgot there are so many huge bulky looking dudes around. Ha Ha! I gotta go now. I’m Sorry for wasting your time.'
I hurriedly gulped down the remainder of my drink to wet my dry throat.
Damn it loretta! I hope you walk out of this restaurant like a lady that you are!
Ready, set, go!
I stood up on my wobbly feet and made to walk out with the remaining pride I had left in me.
‘Cha cha!’
'Excuse me?!' His sexy voice called out.
Damn! What is it now?
I took my time to turn around.
'Me?'
'Yeah. You kinda left something behind.' He shifted his gaze to my camera which I left on the table.
'Oh, thanks!'
'Can I get a shot?'
'Really? Oh sure!'
I raised the camera to my eye like an expert. I was happy.
'ok, ready?'
'sure!'
'nah common! give me a real smile! hmmm mmm! no! no! a little bit more! common, you can do better!'
On and on I teased him, until I got him bursting out in laughter and damn! He looked a whole lot cuter when he laughed!
I took 5 shots of him in 2 minutes.
‘Ok now! . . . ‘
‘Here’s my card. Just ring me up whenever they are ready. I kinda have to go now.’
He stood up to go.
‘Alright! It was really nice meeting you Mr. Alfred. . . .’
‘It’s Michael, not Alfred!’
‘Oh my bad! Mr. Micheal. Hope to see you soon.’
‘Same here, Miss. . . .’
‘Loretta!’
‘Right. So, see you soon. Bye!’
‘Yeah, bye.’
No shakes, no hugs. Hm, weird one!
When he was out and gone, I almost screamed out in delight.
Yeah baby, you did it! You got him hooked too, no doubt
Ok so, what’s the next step?
Omg Loretta, You forgot about Larry!

Dr2103.

Thanks @mykejones. God bless your fine heart. Plus, thanks for the advice.

Will continue soon. You should see the thread in about 10 seconds. Thanks for reading and enjoying

Thanks!

t's about to rain. .
I can feel it, i can smell it. . .
Whoa! Beautiful weather, perfect music, it's JULY 15, 'm loving the feeling!
Fresh from the shower in my blue rose- patterned towel, i happily waltzed into the bedroom and straight to the dressing table. I took my time to cleanse my face, choose my lingerie, comb every strand of my pretty hair, and apply lotion on every inch of my body. Done, I walked towards the full length mirror to see the outcome of my handiwork.
I smiled. Perfect, i thought!
I glanced at my watch. It was just past 12.
Damn! 5 hours? What was i thinking?!
My stomach lurched at how much longer i had to wait until his call.
Absent- mindedly, i walked into the kitchen to do something, anything. In 1 hour, i had washed the dishes, swept the whole house, laid the bed like a dozen times and already, i was out of work to do. Unable to sit over and just watch the clock tick by, i helped myself to a nice nap on the cozy bed. Am i excited or anxious? I don't know and i don't care! Whichever one it is, it's july 15 and my baby's coming home tonight! That's it.

************
Some years back,

I was hungry and thirsty. The April sun was as harsh as hay on my skin. I quickly checked my to- do list.
Dresses at 3! Junior at 4! And finally home it'd be. Too weary to think, i walked into the nearest eatery to find sth to eat. Being somewhat the choosy type, it took me 5 mins to settle for a plate of salad and ice cream. In 10 minutes, i was done eating and i still had some mins to spare b4 three. Bored out of my mind, i stared round the eatery in an un- interested manner; cake, sausage roll, meat pie, chicken, rice- those were tempting!
People talking! People eating! People eating and talking! People holding hands over plates of rice and salad! Normal people! Ordinary people! There was noone or nothing spectacular. . . No, there was! That man on the 3rd row in the fourth column, staring at the tv while holding a glass of orange drink to his lips. He had strong arms and he seemed awfully huge in the chair he was sitting. I figured if i had been sitting right in front of him, i wouldn't have measured up to half his sitting posture. I wasn't 'that small' but he seemed 'that big!' undoubtedly hooked on this dude, i took my time to study him. I loved to study people, beautiful people, to be precise. He sat straight on his back with his legs carefully placed in front of him. He seemed confident, strong, collected, quite reserved, humorous and somewhat fierce! He looked like a fighter! I loved fighters! Immediately, i imagined- if i had a row with some rude dude, this kinda man would easily come rescue me even b4 i got hit. All my life, i've seeked for a man who can fight for or over me when the need arose. And all through the time i been searching, this is the only time i ever got this close to one of his kind. I was awed and head over heels in crush with this dude.
Sadly, My phone buzzed and snapped me out of my reverie. Damn! It was three already!

Dr2103.

Thanks a bunch. I do understand and appreciate your concern.
And I'm glad you enjoyed the story.
@mykejones

@mykejones thanks for your concern, plus please do confirm and let us know your findings.

Mucho love.

Thanks!
More to come your way soon, I promise.

'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'

In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

© Dr2103'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'

In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

© Dr2103'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'

In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

© Dr2103

'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'


In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

Dr2103.

Lol! Will do just that @free cocoa.

Lovely write Lola. I love the catchy title, and use of words. More grease to your elbows. Can't wait to read the concluding part of Campus Blues too. You're such an engaging writer!
Thumbs up.

Waoh! Lola, this is murderous! Do you realise you kept me awake for 2 good hours, whilst I was trying to contain the joy, eagerness, wonderment, laughter, excitement and many other emotions that ran through me as I read this wonderful piece of yours?
You practically carried me into, through, with and along this campus love story. I'm so enthralled, and I'm so happy that I read this piece up to this point this morning.
I am a first time visitor on Naira Land, and your site is the first place I launched into, and I'm so glad it was worth my while.
I am an aspiring writer myself. I've posted a couple of stories and write ups on facebook, through which I've been opportune to meet a couple of wonderful people; one of whom directed me to this utterly creative piece of yours.
Thanks for writing, and I hope to see the very end of this piece, and even more from you.
You are simply awesome, and its been a great pleasure knowing you.
Gracias and cheerios.