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By Stanley
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Episode Three
Femi was up that morning around 4am and he just sat in bed watching the woman sleeping peacefully beside him and in that moment he realized that whatever they had was irrevocably over. He watched her and all the memories they both shared came running back. He remembered the vacation trips they took to Seychelles and even to Dubai and how people envied and encouraged them. He remembered the few times he’d made her cry, especially that night when he’d rushed a woman in labour to the hospital and he hadn’t called home to inform her on why he’d be coming home late. He had been with the woman in the labor room for four hours that night and his phone was in the car. Strange thing was that he didn’t even know who the woman was. When he got home that night and saw Chioma’s tear drenched face, it gnawed his heart. He’d left her so worried about his whereabouts. In that moment, He believed that she really loved him. Four days later, the pregnant woman he helped used her connection as the branch manager of the bank Chioma was now working at to offer Chioma a job. He got out of bed and made breakfast and then ran her bathwater before coming back to wake her up, for if he didn’t wake her up, Chioma would sleep till noon.
After he dropped her off at work, He got back home and turned.on his laptop. The voice from last night sounded very much like that of his friend Tunde and the last time he’d heard from Tunde was 6 years ago, when he’d Left school because his parents were leaving Nigeria for Canada. He logged onto Facebook and started his search, after going through the list of all the people bearing Tunde Omotosho , he finally saw the particular Tunde he was looking for. He clicked on the image and went through the profile of his old friend. He remembered how randy Tunde had been back then in UI, wanting to sleep with every girl that had big butts, so imagine how shocked he was when he found out that Tunde was happily married with two lovely kids. The kids' picture was even the cover photo on his profile. “Wow, Tunde has really done well for himself. “ He blurted out loud in envy and happy at how blessed his old friend had turned out. He now was a big shot engineer with Texaco in Canada and one of his posts even said he was currently enjoying his stay in Lagos. If Tunde is in Lagos, I would definitely want to see him, He thought to himself as he inboxed his old friend. Five minutes later, Tunde replied, excited at the thought of meeting his old friend and then they exchanged numbers and twenty minutes later, Tunde called.
“Hey Femi, how long has it been? “ “Six years, Tunde. How your side? “ Femi replied, happy to hear from his friend and still wondering why the caller from last night sounded just the same as his friend. “I’m good,bro. We really need to see and catch up. I’ve been in Naija for a month now. Came to broker a deal with some oil companies here in Lagos.” “Yes o, Tunde, we really need to see because there are many things you need to tell me o. Especially how you met this beautiful woman and what you told her that made her decide to marry you.”. They talked for about 15 minutes about how life had been for both of them since the last time they saw each other six years ago and then they fixed an appointment for later that afternoon. From the phone call, Femi realized that his randy friend was still the same old person he was, not even been married to a wonderful woman could change him. He wondered why then his friend got married if he was still busy going about sowing his wild oats. He had breakfast, while checking his mails for any positive news and still nothing. He’s been jobless for five months now and it wasn’t getting funny anymore. He won the best marketer award twice in a row, only for the stupid allegation of the missing 10 million naira from a customer’s account ruin his prolific banking career. He’d spent two days in the prison after his sack while his accounts was been investigated but he wasn’t fazed...
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