==THE STORY THAT HAS NEVER BEEN TOLD== Episode 25 “Bia nwokem, wetin be dat? Na who give u permission to collect from dat polythene?” I barked with an angry face. “Di-anyi, e be like say you know well o. How I wan take ask before I chop food wey dey my house kwa? Who even bring all doz things for you?” Uche replied while dodging my initial question. “Na Ifeoma bring am. Dat gal I dey always call for midnight call” I answered while opening the bag to have a look at its contents. Inside the bag was another bunch of banana, apples, groundnuts and finally a few oranges. “Dis gal really tried o… My night food don set be dat” I said to myself while admiring the goodies. I kept communicating with Ifeoma over the phone every now and then although she did most of the calling while I only waited till midnight to return the favour. We booked another appointment to meet over the weekend. This time around she would be sleeping over since Uche told me he would be travelling to Enugu town to spend his weekend. He is always on the move; hardly staying at a place, no thanks to his financial ‘weather’ (we’ll get to know more about him later). Hmmm, this would be my first time of hosting a lady overnight. I was nervous at first but I still went ahead with the plans because I needed the experience. Ifeoma, on the other hand, would lie to her relations that she wants to spend the weekend at their village which happens to be the next village after Agbani. Friday morning came and I wished Uche well on his journey. I quickly arranged the room before I set off to the market to buy some stew ‘things’ as I wanted to prepare rice and stew. I met a friend on my way to the market and we decided to branch at a local game house. We’ve had this argument for long now on who was a better PS2 Pro Evolution Soccer player and so it was time to turn our brags into action. We took our sits in front of the TV after we had paid for ‘express’ playing because of the people that were there before us. He selected Barcelona FC while I chose my usual Real Madrid in their all-white uniform before arranging my formation in a 4-1-2-3 attacking mentality. “We’re up and running” the commentator said signalling the kick-off of the contest. I used the first few ‘minutes’ to study his game pattern as this will help to counter his further moves. After my study, I began my ‘shadow marking’ technique which frustrated his moves, giving me enough time to launch counters and pace football with my C.Ronaldo operating from the left flank. The match ended 3-0 in my favour. We shook hands before departing to our various destinations. I bought the things I needed from the market and headed home. I got home, wore my apron and waltzed into the kitchen. The food was ready in no time. Ifeoma arrived my house a few minutes before 7pm. We ate, took our bath together to the bewilderment of my neighbours and then retired to bed. I retired to bed with high hopes of things to come not knowing that one of them would nearly cause me high blood pressure. TO BE CONTINUED TIME: 1:00PM
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 10:10:56 +0000