Madness had caught up with understanding girlfriend. 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐟𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. Even a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, the evil villain was a Career tenor singer. An idiot with a beautiful, structured jawbone and skin that looked like you could strike a match and it would spark a light. The evil villain was the man who just slowed his car beside me and was now calling my name from his wound-down window. Boma Sintel. “Ife, wait nau,” he said, rolling his car forward as I hastened my steps to get away from him. “Ifenkili...” Thunder from Afghanistan fire you there. “Bernie...” Bernie kill you there. “Wait nau.” I could hear the irritation in his voice but. I didn’t care. I wished he would choke with my name in his throat. “Oya, enter the car let me drop you wherever you are going to.” I couldn’
Ifenkili Should I, should I not? The fried rice I ordered tasted like cost accounting, but I savored it with joy and gladness because finally, it was happening—I was on a date in one of the costliest restaurants in Port Harcourt, with a very handsome man. Even though his multi-colored jacket reminded me of Egusi soup, it fit him perfectly, and I adored his shoes, his wristwatch, and the way he smiled and laughed in New Time Roman. A week later, he insisted on gifting me a new iPhone and took my phone number. However, he ghosted me afterward—no calls, no messages, not even to ask if the phone was working perfectly, the kind of excuses men give just to hear the voice of the woman they're attracted to. Mhm-mhm. Nothing. I had his number too, but pride and some shame prevented me from dialing it. "If the mountain cannot come to Mohamed, let Uncle Moha go to the mountain nau," Aleruchi suggested when I confided in him about the situation. "D