THE PERFECT MAN Episode 15 I had passed out only once in my life and that was when I saw my jamb result. I had gone to the cyber cafe, expecting a jamb score of 260 at least. People were already checking theirs when I got there. It was a neighbourhood cafe and many of my friends were seated awaiting theirs. As I walked in, chants of 'kam kam' and 'efi iwe' went up in the air. I was the resident Einstein and more was expected of me. As a bright girl that I was, I bought time and decided to check the result myself. The score came up and I had a score of 168. Fainting was the easiest and only way of escaping reality. But this was worse than that. The feel of water on my face revived me immediately. I looked around and saw Nneka beside me, clutching the note in her hand. The receptionist was using a brochure to fan me. I looked at Bryan's door and knocked on it again. Nneka held my hand to stop me. I looked up at her and the look in her confirmed by worst fears. Bryan had left Nigeria. There was no point rushing to the airport. The traffic alone would have made the journey impossible. There was a chance that Bryan would have gotten to Florida before we reached the airport. It sounded funny but instead of laughing, I began to cry. 'Aunty stop crying.' The receptionist was trying to console me. Nneka just kept stroking my hair. I wondered if i was to be blamed for things not going according to plan. We were supposed to get married and now i was sitting on the floor of some hotel, wailing like a fresh widow. I wondered if I should have followed him. No, he should have waited for me. I wanted to die. Like lay on the floor and give up. There was no reason to continue living. What was life without Bryan, I thought to myself as Nneka drove me home. Tbc



I checked his Facebook profile again. Stalking Bryan on Facebook was my new hobby. It had been two months since his departure from Nigeria and he still had not called me. I had updated my mobile number on my LinkedIn page, so not having my number was not an excuse. He flat out refused to contact me. I discussed this with Nneka.

'I didn't know Bryan could be this mean o,' I said, looking at his beautifully sculpted face he recently updated on Facebook.

'Two months and yet no word from him. So what if my parents approved of the wedding, how will he know if he doesn't check in?'

'Kamsi, just call Bryan.' She replied

'Why can't he call me,' I asked

'Because you didn't pick his call when he tried to.'

'Bia, Nneka, are you his best friend or mine,' I asked her, carefully scrutinising his new hair cut. He seemed to have lost a little weight. It made me happy. I smiled and Nneka noticed.

'Nne, this stalking has to stop sha. It's been two months already. Is this how you will continue? Your mum said you barely talk to them. For how long will you keep that up kamsi? Remember you are their only child o. Stop making your mother sad.'

'Ask them whose fault it is. I could have been married to Bryan but instead I'm here with them. Isn't that enough?'

'Kamsi, call Bryan or at least send him a message.'

'I won't. He asked for space and that's what I'm giving him. I noticed the way he conviniently left the ball in my court. I won't bite sha. If he wants to know how far, he should take the first step.'

'And your parents? How long will that continue? Can't you try to get along with them? For the sake of your mum at least.'

I shut my laptop and climbed on my bed. What Nneka was saying literally entered one ear and came out through the next. I barely talked to them because I had absolutely nothing to say to them. They had successfully deprived me of the love of my life. What more did they want from me?

'Nneka, please change the topic.'

'Hmmm Kamsi, ok o. Before I forget, what would you be doing in lagos when I go to Ghana,' she asked changing the topic.

'I will be doing what I'm doing now. Wake up, bathe, eat, send in my publications online, write new ones, stalk Bryan on social media, cry and then sleep,' I replied.

That had been my daily routine since Bryan left. There was nothing exciting about Lagos anymore.

'If you wont go with me, at least go out. All that staying indoors all day is bound to be unhealthy o,' she replied

'Daalu dr Nneka. Allow me worry about that. How long will you be staying in Ghana,' I asked

She was going for a training and had asked me accompany her. I politely turned her down. In as much as I would have loved to go with her, I wasn't keen on travelling anymore. The only plane i wanted to get on was the one that took me to Bryan. I could wait for Nneka to get back.

'A week, maximum two. It depends on the men on ground o. I heard they have fine men in Ghana.'

'Neky baby, don't go and marry a Ghanaian o,' I replied, pinching her.
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I had underestimated how bored I would be when Nneka left. Today was only the second day and I was already bored senseless. I couldn't write anything and sleep was far from me. I tried to browse but nothing caught my attention. My parents and I were still at loggerheads. Even food was tasteless. I was left with stalking Bryan on social media so i decided to visit Facebook and check on my former lover. He had just uploaded a recent picture. Standing next to him was a tall, white and sexy woman and the craziest part was that they were both staring at each other and smiling. My worst fear was confirmed. Just after two months, Bryan had moved on.
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 15 I had passed out only once in my life and that was when I saw my jamb result. I had gone to the cyber cafe, expecting a jamb score of 260 at least. People were already checking theirs when I got there. It was a neighbourhood cafe and many of my friends were seated awaiting theirs. As I walked in, chants of 'kam kam' and 'efi iwe' went up in the air. I was the resident Einstein and more was expected of me. As a bright girl that I was, I bought time and decided to check the result myself. The score came up and I had a score of 168. Fainting was the easiest and only way of escaping reality. But this was worse than that. The feel of water on my face revived me immediately. I looked around and saw Nneka beside me, clutching the note in her hand. The receptionist was using a brochure to fan me. I looked at Bryan's door and knocked on it again. Nneka held my hand to stop me. I looked up at her and the look in her confirmed by worst fears. Bryan had left Nigeria. There was no point rushing to the airport. The traffic alone would have made the journey impossible. There was a chance that Bryan would have gotten to Florida before we reached the airport. It sounded funny but instead of laughing, I began to cry. 'Aunty stop crying.' The receptionist was trying to console me. Nneka just kept stroking my hair. I wondered if i was to be blamed for things not going according to plan. We were supposed to get married and now i was sitting on the floor of some hotel, wailing like a fresh widow. I wondered if I should have followed him. No, he should have waited for me. I wanted to die. Like lay on the floor and give up. There was no reason to continue living. What was life without Bryan, I thought to myself as Nneka drove me home. Tbc THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 15

I had passed out only once in my life and that was when I saw my jamb result. I had gone to the cyber cafe, expecting a jamb score of 260 at least. People were already checking theirs when I got there. It was a neighbourhood cafe and many of my friends were seated awaiting theirs. As I walked in, chants of 'kam kam' and 'efi iwe' went up in the air. I was the resident Einstein and more was expected of me. As a bright girl that I was, I bought time and decided to check the result myself. The score came up and I had a score of 168. Fainting was the easiest and only way of escaping reality.

But this was worse than that. The feel of water on my face revived me immediately. I looked around and saw Nneka beside me, clutching the note in her hand. The receptionist was using a brochure to fan me. I looked at Bryan's door and knocked on it again. Nneka held my hand to stop me. I looked up at her and the look in her confirmed by worst fears. Bryan had left Nigeria. There was no point rushing to the airport. The traffic alone would have made the journey impossible. There was a chance that Bryan would have gotten to Florida before we reached the airport. It sounded funny but instead of laughing, I began to cry.

'Aunty stop crying.' 

The receptionist was trying to console me. Nneka just kept stroking my hair. I wondered if i was to be blamed for things not going according to plan. We were supposed to get married and now i was sitting on the floor of some hotel, wailing like a fresh widow. 

I wondered if I should have followed him. No, he should have waited for me. I wanted to die. Like lay on the floor and give up. There was no reason to continue living. What was life without Bryan, I thought to myself as Nneka drove me home. Tbc Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 15, 2017 Rating: 5

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