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Grasping at Straws – The Sequel

Seun woke up in the morning to find her bags packed.

“Where was she going?” he wondered as he made his way towards the kitchen. There she was, dressed in a short Azteca designed gown that hugged her curvy body. He could not make out any panty line which meant she had on a pair of thongs. Blood flowed to his loins.

“Why do you have your bags packed?” he asked.

She turned from the dishes she was doing to answer him.

“We are on a break remember” Peju replied.

The silence became awkward.

Seun tried to gather his thoughts and rally to a great defense, but he fell short. He could not find the words to say. He admitted defeat and sighed.

“When next do we see?” he queried. His question was to deflect from all the thinking he had to do.

“I don’t know. I really don’t” she said as tears welled in her eyes.

Her phone rang. It was the Uber driver letting her know he was outside.

“My Uber is here” she said as she hurried to finish the dishes.

“Did you plan on leaving without telling me?” Seun asked as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Peju explained she wanted to avoid the awkwardness they were experiencing and it was easier to leave when he was asleep. He was shell shocked. She finished the dishes and went to the room with him following behind her. He made one last attempt to stop her, but her mind was made up. She kissed him and dragged her box. She was happy he was not walking her out. It was hard enough to leave but him watching her go would break her heart.


“Hey you” she said.

“Hey” he replied.

It had been six months since Peju last saw or heard from Seun. She had ignored every call from him, aired his messages, and unfollowed him on all social media platforms. She was serious about the break. She needed the break and it was a well thought one. She felt at peace with herself. The truth was, she no longer knew how she felt about Seun. It had been six months.

Seun was surprised when his phone lit up and the caller was Peju. The last time he called her was three months ago on her birthday and she did not even pick. The continued ringing of the phone broke him out of his reverie.

After exchanging pleasantries, Peju explained why she had been distant and apologized for how she handled things but she needed the time alone. Seun accepted and they spoke like nothing had happened.

“The reason I called is because I need to talk to you” Peju said

“You can do that now” Seun replied.

“No, it is better said in person” she retorted as they set up a date for the following evening.


They met at the mall. It was their least favourite place, but it did it for the evening. He was seated at the food court, his love for food could not be denied. He was stunned as she approached him. She looked more beautiful than he remembered. He had missed her. She gave him a hug and he pulled out a chair for her to sit.

Peju explained how she had found herself and she felt good enough to build a relationship again with Seun. She was certain she wanted to be with him and all the issues they had in the past will not rear its head again.

Seun sighed.

“Are you going to pick that?” Peju asked.

“Nah, it’s fine” he replied.

“Sure?” she asked.

“Yeah. It is just my girlfriend trying to see how it’s going” he added.

******************************** TheEnd********************************


Posted by on February 24, 2017 in Short Story


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The Voyage

Good evening folks. I am sure your week was awesome and you are looking forward to a great weekend. I got this in the mail and decided to share with you. If you do have any writing you want published on this blog, kindly email your writing of not more than 1,500 words to


Enjoy this as you read.


My relationships are the worst and the best. I would share them with you as I continue writing maybe. (Lol) I fell in love, lust, like for the first times. I had my serious first relationship, reunited with the one that got away, sought God for the first time, found Him and lost my fellowship with Him. It was really something. I’ll write about this as a story.
The One that Got Away
We had something special but there was always something missing. You know how hard it is to place a finger in something when you don’t exactly know what it is. That was it. There was this passion, this love but it was albeit undeveloped, untapped. We never got to explore all the possibilities of what could have been but it was great. It was partly my fault. My inability to commit coupled with your inability to be serious. Fun times but we had to part ways.

The Stalker
About the stalker, what can I say? It wasn’t love. It wasn’t lust. It was loneliness. An ache to be wanted, the longing for home, nostalgia, companionship. I wanted to find myself so bad. I wanted a piece of home, a piece of anything that I could feel real with. It was not what I needed but what I thought was enough. I was lost. Inexplicably my lowest. My basest desires were explored, still didn’t make up for anything. I felt it. I needed God not you. But I was scared, felt I needed companionship more. You were like a lifeline, not the one I needed just the one that made up for time, the place holder. I apologise now because I should not have led you down the road we went. You blindly followed, in lust I guess, I’ll never know. You cheated, it ended badly. You stalked me. I forgive you.

The One Night Stand
You were the sun in a very dark day. My thermodynamics partner. Lol. Under the silk sheets and smooth lies, we laid down. Had our night of fun and you never heard from me again.

The Healer
Do you remember the first night…you became my camp fire and I became yours?
Your words were truer than you could ever know. You guided me with your fire to see the light. His light. For the first time I sought, for the first time I saw. A light…brighter than all. Finally the path I needed, the one I wanted. I wasn’t broken any more. You mended me. I could be the me I wanted to be. I was in euphoria. But you healed me,j ust to break me again.

The One
You were the one I liked, turned The One. You accepted me for all my flaws. My mistakes. My crap. I suddenly saw I didn’t need to go through all this to have ended up here. But I did and we are still here. I love you. You give me comfort on a rainy day. I caused you heart ache but you picked up the pieces of my broken heart and showed me how to repair it. I love you.


Posted by on May 9, 2014 in Article


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Welcome to my Life

Welcome to my Life

“I envy your life” is a statement I have heard a couple of times. Yes, someone’s life might seem all rosy and perfect from the outside, the thousand watts smile they always seem to have when you see them might give you the illusion that everything is okay, but, you never know what people are carrying around or what they have to live with.

I have had it good and cannot even complain. I have parents who love me so much and bother about everything concerning me. I think that comes with the territory of being an only child but at the same time, it is not every only child that gets the kind of life I have had. Don’t get it wrong, I have been given everything I need and not everything I want. My parents have done their very best, sent me to the best of schools, given me things they had to deny themselves of other pleasures of life, and I am forever grateful and indebted to them for that.

It is as a result of this I don’t know how to tell them I don’t think marriage is for me. Have I loved? Yes I have. Have I been hurt? Yes I have been. Have I let go of the hurt? Yes I have. I think I have let go of the hurt but every time things seem to get really serious with a lady, I get that feeling of deja vu.

Sometimes, I think it is the fear of commitment or maybe it is because I am afraid my monster will resurface, or is it because of the various experiences I have heard and witnessed. Experiences of how ladies have treated the guy they were dating. They say not everyone is the same and I believe that, but right now it looks bleak. How does one even know what it feels like when you are with the right person? I might have had that feeling with the first girl I loved, though we destroyed what we had with her infidelity and my anger. I really should not have hit her even though she had cheated on me thrice. I was young, naïve and stupid.

I am not one to talk about my feelings, I communicate better through writing and she understood that. She made us keep a journal. Yes, we were young, but we had this dream of where we wanted to end up. It was clear and I plugged into it. Even after the break-up, a part of me still felt we could have it.

I withdrew after that and I have found it easier talking to a lady and confiding in her when she was just my friend than when we got serious. It feels weird. If I was able to talk to you as a friend, I should talk more to you when we get serious. It is the opposite. I close up and ladies I have gotten close to have complained about it. Am I damaged? Have I really let go? Am I deceiving myself that I have?

Have I missed out on the love of my life because of my temper or my impatience? I guess the impatient part is a story for another day. Right now, I feel confused because soon the questions about who the “lucky girl” is will spring up. How I will handle it I have no idea.

 It is not like there are no women in my life, there are, I just don’t see that future yet. I just don’t see the potentials yet. One feels I am too closed and my laid back approach is a problem for her, the other I feel I can always talk to is from another faith and I am sure my parents would have a problem with that. I don’t want to be the heart-breaker but it seems to be a tag hanging over my head. I have started things and choked midway because I just could not see any future there.

I once read that you don’t have to get married to fulfil your destiny. I agree with that but well, I do not want to be selfish to those who sacrificed everything just to get me to where I am. They gave me a listening ear and it is why I have a voice today.

Would it be right to hurt them with that voice they gave me?




Posted by on February 20, 2014 in Rants


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This was sent in and I just thought to share. Enjoy it.


Maybe it was your charm

Maybe it was your smile

Maybe it was your lips

Maybe it was your eyes

Or just maybe I badly wanted

it badly to be all these things

Maybe I should have looked away

Maybe I should have smiled less

Maybe I should have faced my task

Maybe I should have teased less

Maybe I should have stayed away

Maybe I should have stopped at a kiss

But how was I to stop after comfort of your lips

Maybe I should not have let you roam

Maybe I should not have taken them off

Maybe I should not have let you touch her

Maybe I should not have let you meet her

But how could I resist your lips on her lips

Maybe I should not have screamed so much

Maybe I should not have opened so wide

Maybe I should not have pushed you in further

Maybe I should not have squeezed your moist mounds

Or just maybe I had never wanted anything more

Maybe we’ll still be friends,

Maybe we’ll end up as strangers,

Maybe we’ll run into each other

When we’re flabby and saggy

Maybe we’ll end up a memory

Maybe we’ll smile at the memory

Maybe we’ll lock them in the old memories box

Or just maybe we’ll recreate the forbidden

Memories in the dark of our minds

Maybe I ought to leave you soon

Maybe our paths are but blurred trails

Linger a little more, stay a little while

Cuddle a little more, kiss a little while

Squeeze a little more, dip a little while

Maybe tomorrow isn’t promised today

But in this very moment we are infinite.


Posted by on October 30, 2013 in Rants


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War with my demons,

Will I win this tussle?

You don’t help matters,

You wake the beast in me,

My demons feed off it,

They get stronger,

A tad difficult to defeat,

The battle rages on.


You were meant to be a solace,

A getaway from trauma,

A resting place,

A fortress.

But alas,

You were trauma itself,

Nothing seemed satisfactory,

Always at my neck.


Family warned me,

Friends did,

I turned deaf to their words,

I believed they didn’t get you,

They didn’t know your pain,

Told them you just act out,

Acting out to get my attention.

Seemed cute at first,

But not anymore.



I am way in deep,

No escape,

No way out.


Trapped with my own consent,

Trapped at will.


You’re 7 months along,

I am getting ready,

Ready for a life of pain,

Life of anguish,

Hell on earth.

Left to face my demons,

Who am I kidding?

You are my demon.







Posted by on May 2, 2013 in Rants


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The Arktos Project 2

Good day folks. People have been asking if The Arktos Project is fiction. Truth is, it is not fiction. However, some names have been changed but the events described are real.

The Story So Far… Dika was narrating his escapade off Twitter to his friend Chidi. Dika had met a girl on his friend’s TL and had named her Arktos. Though he didn’t have feelings for Arktos at first and he was just trying to use her to get another girl (who will be mentioned in this part) . Find out how it all plays out below…..

If you do not want the synopsis given above you can read the enite work at The Arktos Project

Dika took another sip at the wine, “as Arktos got closer to me I began to put my plan in action bit by bit, firstly Arktos taught me attention was the way to hold a woman’s interest in you, so I began to flood the other babe I was chasing with endless attention, I would engage her in endless overflowing convos, I would DM her like they created DM’s for just her and I, I even would call her just to say, ‘hi, you are on my mind, goodbye!’…”

I interrupted,” what’s this other girl’s name? The one you were doing this experiment for, the one who had 90% of your heart, Do I know her?”

Dika’s smile was tense, ” you know her, her name is swahili in origin, let’s call her ‘Dawn’ for the purpose of this tale”

I raised my left eyebrow, “oh..ok..Dawn it is!, please go on”

Dika smiled,” Chidi, keep in mind that Arktos wasn’t my main goal or target, I was just using her to get Dawn, Dawn was my main goal at this point!”
I nodded, ” I get you so far…please continue”

“As you can imagine”, Dika continued, “Arktos began to notice the sudden increase in Twitter activity towards ‘Dawn’, let me put it in perspective Chidi, if I tweeted 5 times at Arktos, I tweeted 50 times at Dawn, no jokes!”

I opened my eyes in shock.

“As expected my runz with Dawn took on a new life of its own, we became closer than ever and I was excited, my experiment was bearing fruit!”

I sipped wine and nodded knowingly, “sweet sweet…sounds like you were on cloud nine”

Dika chugged down his glass and re-filled his glass with trembling hands, at that moment I felt a cold breeze tickle past my earlobe.

Dika sipped and spoke, “yea…cloud nine that was for a moment, and then the bubble blew apart”

I smiled ruefully, “how did that happen, casanova?” I chuckled gleefully.

Dika shook his head in disdain, “Arktos noticed and then one day she called me up, she sounded her normally cheerful self, her voice full of that sweet bird-like lilt, ‘Dika she asked, is there anyone else you are in love with?’

“Of course, I said ‘no’, I told Arktos that she was the only one I loved or had any romantic interest in, then her voice dropped an octave, she asked, ‘who is Dawn?’.

“Oh boy!!” I exclaimed in surprise.

“I was stunned into a three second pause, which was all the evidence she needed, Arktos’s voice became an ominous, throaty whisper filled with cold rage, ‘who is Dawn?’ She asked again, I cracked told her Dawn was just a close friend of a friend I was following on Twitter. Arktos said she believed me, but Chidi that was the beginning of hades”

I sat forward in the chair, my hands gripping the glass, half-filled with wine, my eyes locked on Dika’s rheumy eyes, and a nagging cold chill ran up my spine and lingered at the base of my neck.

“In a desperate attempt to keep the profitable experiment alive, I began to shower attention back on Arktos, I would call her everyday, she would use my credit to talk to those around her, she would ignore any of my calls she deemed unimportant. Twitter was a mess, she would only reply 2 out of 37 tweets and it was always with a smiley or a non-commital ‘yep’ . ”

Dika sat back, he looked weary, the memories piling on the anvil on his chest.

“Of course , Dawn’s runz began to suffer again, she must have begun to feel like I was an opportunistic fickle loafer!”

I stared at Dika, disgust rising like yeast in my chest.

“Then Arktos began to ‘set p’ with numerous other guys-”

I halted him and screamed incredulously, “how the blazes would you know that? How? You were stalking?”

Dika fixed his eyes on me, “no she told me-”

I yelled, “Dude?!”

“Just listen will ya Chidi!” Dika’s voice was trembling and he placed the glass on the table he was shaking so badly, the chill in the room began to raise goosebumps allover me.

I silenty regarded Dika, my eyes fiery coals.

“She would call me and tell me about guys she liked on her TL and who and who she was setting ‘p’ with and who and who she wanted to sleep with, keep in mind Chidi, she was a ‘well-tended flowerbed’-”

“THA FUCK? A VIRGIN!” my eyes were as large as Gorilla balls.

“Yea” sighed Dika, “I began to get twisted, I tried my best to get back into her heart, and I even began to give her sexual tips, which she could use to make others guys ‘happy'”

Dika began to scratch at his eyes and they moistened over rapidly and his voice became scratchy.

I scrunched up my nose in derision, “Don’t just start to cry now, you moist piece of Agege bread!”

Who tha fuck was this dude sitted across from me? And I went about telling peeps I knew this guy? , these thoughts sped through my brain.

“Then Arktos became attached to one particular guy, for the sake of this tale, I’ll call him ‘Keats’. Arktos told me I was now in her friendzone, these were her exact words. ‘Dika, I am not friend zoning you or anything; I just want to be your best friend and confidante”

“Best friend? Confidante? Keats?” my brows went up again.

“Yea Keats, he was a poet, that’s why I call him that, so Arktos fell for Keats and began to visit him and get closer to him”

“Arktos stopped calling me , I began to suffer ‘frustration attraction’, my calls increased drastically, I was calling at least thrice everyday plus midnight calls, I was desperate, she bombarded me with more info about ‘Keats’ especially and if Keats was quarreling with her some new soppish idiot would be my rival”

I nodded, “uh huh”

“Then one day I called Arktos and once we got past pleasantries, she told me she had given fellatio to Keats….” , Dika reached for the wine and drained half the glass in one swallow.

I slowly reinforced, “so she gave Keats ‘head’? So what happened? Apart from spit on dick I mean. “, I smiled gleefully at my dirty wit.

Dika just stared straight ahead, “…a part of me just died as I heard her narrate that tale in excitement, I just felt betrayed, and I felt defeated all my hard work wasn’t paying off-”

I interjected, “dude, bro you were crowding her out no? Too much bleeding attention!”

Dika drained the remainder of the wine and poured himself another glass, of course my carpet unwittingly drank its share, I reached for the pillows on the couch behind me and snuggled up in them, the room was getting perceptibly colder.

Dika winced, ” whatever , I began to reduce my calls towards her and she barely noticed or cared as deeply as she used to, I began to react, I started taking designer drugs to cope and sleeping pills to sleep,-”

I leaned forward in worry, ” Dika? Designer pills? You spent loads of cash on that?”

“You see Chidi, the drugs numbed me somewhat, I began to forget her and I could go days on end without feeling the urge to call her, I just laid off everything”

“What the heck happened to Dawn? I asked.

“I became numb towards her as well, well she didn’t get a boyfriend so I always knew she was available but I figured, if I hadn’t yet conquered Arktos, how could I fully attempt Dawn?”

He continued, “well after three weeks of incommunicado between Arktos and I, she suddenly called-”

“Well hurray!” I commented drily.

Dika’s eyes misted over, “it..she…she..Arktos called and she sounded relieved to hear my voice, she started small talk and I happily obliged, but I noticed she was distraught, her voice was laden with pain, then she paused and went, ‘Do you love me , Dika?’ , I meant it with all my heart, when I replied ‘yes’ , Arktos then asked, ‘would you love me if I slept with someone else?’ , my heart began to beat faster , in my head I cried ‘NO NO NO’, but I said I would warn her against it.”

“…then Arktos said, ‘Would you love me if I had already slept with someone else?’ the room began spinning, I held the wall and all I could say was,’errr…errrrm’ ….”

“Then Arktos screamed, ‘HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOUR LOVE IS CONDITIONAL? , she was silent then she said quietly, almost in a whisper, ‘I slept with Keats’, we spoke for a while longer, when the call was over, I collapsed in a heap and couldn’t force tears out of my eyes, it was all dry hacking sobs”

I jumped in, “Wait! Why did you care this deeply? You said she was an experiment??”

Dika smiled ruefully, “I fell for her hard!, I lost sight of my experiment, I just wanted Arktos to love me, that was all I wanted, also I honoured the fact that she was a virgin I wanted her to decide I would be the one to take it, I wanted to be like a custodian of her hym-”

I raised a finger and shouted, “DU-fucking-UDE! Just stop there…ok”

Dika stunned by my volemity, paused and then took a swig at the wine glass. At this point my body was shivering and my teeth where borderline chattering. The room was so cold.

Dika spoke,”after sleeping with Arktos, Keats lost interest in her and moved on to the next conquest, he gave her poetic justice though, he blogged about his conquest of her, that made her panicky and worried.”

“…Arktos drew closer to me as she noticed Keats ebb away, but I tell you Chidi, I was done with being a shoulder to cry on, I mean I had done it once before, look where it led me, so I ignored her and focused my attention on other conquests and Dawn as well!”

I grabbed the pillows tighter and drank the wine fast, so as to build a little heat, the tips of my nose, toes and fingers were getting numb from the increasing cold in the room.

“Well this lasted for 3 months, most of the pain had faded, and I was healing emotionally, but not in a confident enough place to go after Dawn”

I leaned back and spoke,” it amazes me that Dawn still stayed single all this while!”

Dika shook his head lethargically, “Arktos reached out to me after the 3 months hiatus, we stoked the embers of our love for each other and we dated in principle, but irreconcilable differences and continuous disagreements doomed the franchise and we finally broke up in a spectacular final fight and we don’t speak again”

I exhaled, I noticed mist coming out of my mouth, I shuddered, was this Siberia!?

“Dika”, I exclaimed, “so I have listened to this long story, can I now know who Arktos is?”

I leaned forward, Dika said, “do you like Latin, it conveys a certain peace and holiness with it, don’t you feel so?

I gave him a look that would melt lead, “What? No! The fucks wrong with you, heel? , I screamed my frustration simmering.

Dika regarded me with rage in his cold eyes, “Arktos is called ‘beautiful’ in that Holy dead language called Latin”

My mouth opened in shock. , mist pouring forth, my teeth trying to chatter as the freeze made me shiver endlessly.

* * *
4 am
There were two wine glasses on the parlour table, one was full and the other was half empty, I looked at the wine bottle, I had drunk enough for two people, the carpet was stained horridly with wine, as I gingerly stood up, I wondered who the second glass was for.



Posted by on January 17, 2013 in Series


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The Arktos Project

Good Morning folks. It is another Monday. I am sure you are safe and sound wherever you need to be. Today’s post is by a very good friend of mine. He is @CrimsonCr33d. He blogs here It feels like my friends are trying to take over my blog. LOL.

Friday the 24th, 9:00 P.M

I sat down and placed the Red wine on the small parlour table in my two bedroom apartment, my mate Dika sat in the chair opposite, his 5’12 frame care freely slumped in my chair, his dark brown eyes sparkling and taking in every detail, a mischievous smirk on his face, probably hatching some atrocious agenda.

Dika was the typical Covenant University spoilt kid, the kind of motherfucker whose parents could do everything for him and he knew it , accepted it and embraced it completely, the kind of kid that had travelled half round the world, graduated with a 2:1 in economics, would soon do a Masters degree in some obscure stupid course on quantitative mechanics in I.T, come back home to work in a bank, get promoted super-fast because his father is the head of some banking regulatory body, then move into politics and further fuck up the economy.

Yeah he was that kind of kid…

Dika popped the cork on the wine, the froth poured out and some of it stained my carpet and others miraculously found their way into his glass.

“So how was work today, Chidi?”

I shook my head slightly, look at this butty kid. Probably sat on his bed gaming FIFA whilst a servant poured all his drinks, and he sat here forming I can take care of myself, can’t pour a simple drink without drowning my carpet.

“It was fine abeg, how your side na?” I replied.

Dika smiled and held his hand forward, the wine swishing dangerously in the glass, “it was cool jare, and this fine assed auditor came to my office-”

I cut him off, “you dey scope auditor?? Why? You dey mad? Wetin do that your babe na? The one you told me about some while back!”

“8 months back you mean!”

I paused confused, “errm….okay! What happened?”

“It was Twitter oh, na there everything start!”

“Okay”, I nodded my head, encouraging him,” go on”

“You sabi that our classmate Tolu Smallz na!..The one wey him handle be @Hardeyi”

“Uhumm….I sabi am, na my guy na!”

Dika leaned back a faraway look in his eye, “one day I was at home tweeting, as usual bugging everybody and ranting, normal stuff”

He took a swig of wine.

“So now as usual, wanting some fun, I strolled into Tolu’s TL, as expected he was yarning one chick like that”

“Okay as usual, normal thing, so what did you do?”

“I jumped into the convo with one strange comment like that, can’t remember exactly what I said”.

Tolu replied with ‘you are mad o’ and the babe was like ‘you are incredibly funny’, so I followed and she followed back. Normal stuff, no biggie.”

I poured myself a bit of the wine, this was getting interesting.

Dika continued, “I didn’t know that I had just added a crazy babe to my list, my whole world was just about to change.”

I smiled.

Dika leaned forward, ” so I started little convos with the babe, didn’t even know her name sef, I just referred to her by her handle, but I was able to find out, she was a rock fan, as is my style na, I began to work on that, tagging her to lyrics talking rock and stuff, making funny comments on 40% of her tweets…

…The babe started warming up to me, started replying tweets with increasing speed and word counts…..

“Chidi you remember that my girlfriend then, Grace…

“Yea.The tomboy…the violent weirdo”, I nodded

“Yes that one. We had just broken up so I was tweeting about my heart break, this babe raced onto all my heartbreak tweets with comments like;
‘Eyaaah, sorry boo, awww, who will do this to a nice guy like you na’ and all sorts of such comments”

I swallowed hard, “Dika, she did all this and you didn’t know her name yet?” I raised my eyebrow.

Dika still had that faraway look in his eye, “yes exactly, so I needed to confirm how deep this attachment was getting, I began to form very grateful for the comments and care, and still she gave me no name”

“So right there on the TL I asked her what her name was, she DM’ed me her name”

“Seriously, she did that?” I interjected, “and her name is?”

Dika smiled, “let’s not call her name out eh, let’s preserve that anonymity, those who know her will know her”

“Come on!” I urged, “at least her effing handle bro?”

“No No”, insisted Dika.

I quickly looked at the quantity of wine still in his glass, was he drunk?

“Anyways”, Dika continued, “I gave her a sweet little nickname, ’cause I reasoned, if she had to DM her name, then it held some weird meaning to her, so in a way I was killing two birds with one stone, softening her heart with a nickname and covering her anonymity as well”

Dika sipped at the wine, “so now next thing I know she gives me a nickname right back,-”

I jumped in again, “what did she call you?”

Dika smiled ruefully, “teddy…she called me teddy”

I burst out laughing, “awww so sweet! You faggot!” I shook my head disdainfully. “So go on , Teddy!” I teased.

Dika smiled his eyes moisting over, “we flirted a lot, especially on twitter, it was straight forward no holds barred flirting, we would say anything and everything to each other..”

“Uhumm”, I nodded

“People began to get jealous, even Tolu noticed our growing attachment-”

I butted in,” and how do you think it made him feel?”

Dika stared me straight in the eye, ” How else would he feel?!”

I backed off, “ok go on, I am all ears”

“Three months passed this way, but to me she was just something to pass the time, and she had a boyfriend and I had and still do, that special female friend who had 90% of my heart”

“So it was a win-win situation”, I offered.

“Exactly”, Dika sipped more wine, smacked his lips and relaxed into the chair, then continued,
“Everything changed when her boyfriend didn’t love her anymore-”

“How did you know this?” I interrupted.

“I knew ’cause she told me, her tweets began to get real real moist, you know like she was having an over-flooding of Oestrogen into her brain”

I burst out laughing.

“And her tweets began to have this weird defeatist quality, so as the ‘shark’ I was then, I smelled break-up blood so I decided to attack…”

I jumped in,” oh yeah I remember your handle had shark something in it then…”, I laughed, “dika you irreverent bastard!” , I shook my head.

Dika kept talking, “I began to probe deeper and she told me all about her issues, so after much deliberation and what not I got her phone number”

I coughed and beat at my chest. Dika shook his head and continued talking.

“So when we started talking on the phone, she began to tell me all about how her boyfriend was beginning to ignore her and all that…all-”

I halted him, “her boyfriend was cheating?”

“No”, he softly said, “it sounded like her boyfriend just up and wanted to leave her”

“Anything she did?” I asked.

“Well, I heard only her part of the story so, I can’t say, ’cause as you guess she won’t exactly say she’s at fault to a new friend she’s trying to impress now will she?”


“So as the ‘friend’ that I was I offered my consoling services, she would tell me about her issues and demons and I’d do my best to exorcise them.

…So eventually she grew tired of being ignored and then began to slowly lose her love for him and of course I was there the whole time, guiding her to freedom”

Dika continued,” as time went on, she began to get attached to me, it started first with the frequency of the talks, they began to be every day, she started laughing at the meaningless and inane of my jokes and statements, she began to demand more of my time and attention and then the ultimate, she began to stalk my TL.”

I interjected, “weren’t you stalking her TL too?”
Dika shook his head firmly. ” At all, there was no need, to be honest her growing interest in me was beginning to frustrate me, you see all the avi’s she posted of herself weren’t fine at all, she’s not ugly oh, it is just that she’s not the kind of babe I’d see on the road and approach, you get?”

I frowned in confusion, “err…well maybe I do, but speak on”

“So she began to tell me her deepest secrets, she began to tell me those of my friends who were toasting her seriously…”

“Hmmmm…That’s one way to know if I girl’s tripping for you na”, I replied.

“Well, one of them was that your friend the one who is always cool and collected in that your blog movie, for the basis of this tale, I’ll call him the ‘sheikh’!”

My mouth flew open, “what? For real?”

“Well that’s what she told me, and oh yeah, that your guy, that friend of yours you were always playing FIFA with in final year, the one who gave you gossip girls season one!”

I laughed happily, “oh yeah!! Him too? He’s a sure boy na!”

“But in all these things, I didn’t love her, I was basically tolerating her, then things began to get hairy with the babe I was chasing then, so an idea came into my crazy head”

“What was the idea?” I leaned forward.

Dika finished his glass and with shaking hands he poured himself some more wine, sloshing some on the desk and carpet again.

“I felt I was making some mistakes in my quest for the other girl, so I decided to use this girl as an experiment, and since she called me teddy, I decided to call her Arktos. Arktos is the Greek word for ‘bear.”

“Uh huh”, I nodded my head in wonder, “and she accepted this weird nickname?”

Dika snorted, “Nope she didn’t even know she had it, it was basically so I could easily sub her on twitter without being caught out”

Dika continued, “So one day as I and Arktos talked as usual, I kicked off my experiment, I told her I loved her.

I nearly fell off my seat in shock, “what??”

Dika smiled, “yeah…”.

“What happened? What did she say?” I asked barely able to hold back my curiosity.

“Nothing…there was like a two minute silence, then she laughed and said it was impossible that we were just friends and she seamlessly changed the topic.”

“Ok..she was playing hard to get?”, I proferred

“Arktos wasn’t playing anything, but I began to notice subtle differences in our following convos, she became more emotional towards me, she told me all about her family, she told me more about the guys who were chasing her..-”

I junped in again, “what did ‘Arktos’ say about my guys? …sorry ‘our guys’?”

“Concerning ‘sheikh’ she said her ex was talking funny about him, so I said her ex was jealous, so she angrily said she will ‘set p’ with sheikh so as to piss him off further” , Dika shrugged.

“Hian!” I exclaimed, “so did it work out?”

Dika sighed, “I doubt though,

“Concerning our Gossip Girl/FIFA boy, he was in her head, she liked him to an extent but complained that he wasn’t giving her issues more attention than his own issues, and when he got a girlfriend, I could sense her jealousy but she picked one fight too many with him and the last I know they don’t talk anymore”.

Dika continued, ” so funny thing is, I DM’ed FIFA/Gossip Girl dude and told him how I was runzing two girls at once, he laughed and told me not to let them catch me, most handy advice ever”

“Hmmm…So what happened next”, I asked.

………………… To Be Continued………………………..


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