THE PERFECT MAN Episode 16 Men are evil. Their skin colour did not matter. They were all evil. I took a long look at Bryan and the girl leaning towards him. And to make matters worse, she was white. I was in Nigeria dreaming of Bryan and here he was, snapping and uploading pictures of his latest catch. I don't know what made so mad. But I think it stemmed from the fact that I had not moved on. There was no explanation as to who the girl was. Bryan had no sister and three female cousins and I had met them all. I looked closely at the picture again. It was tagged; Stacy Mendel. I clicked on the tag and entered her profile. She was 35 and that made me very happy. At least she was older than Bryan. I went through her picture uploads and I had to admit, she was quite beautiful. Her brows were the perfect arch and her eyes were leaf green. I felt a pang in my heart and realised I was jealous. I shut down the lid as soon as my mother walked in. 'Kamsi, food is ready, pls come and eat.' This had been our daily routine since Bryan left. She would cook and ask me to eat, to which I would ignore her and she would let out a tear or two. But since I saw Stacy stealing my man, something weakened my resolve. I was here starving myself while the other party had moved on and worse still, flaunting it on social media. 'What did you cook mum?' The surprise on her face was amusing. She had not expected this break from the norm. Her face lit up almost immediately. 'There's rice and fish in the pot, yam porridge in the freezer, but I can ask Tochi to make whatever you want to eat.' Tochi was the new help. Her enthusiasm to always please 'the oyibo aunty' was borderline nauseating. 'Don't worry mum, the rice is just fine,' I said rising from the bed. As I was eating the rice and fish, I thought about the picture again. I couldn't believe Bryan had moved on. Well, if he could move on, so could I. Tbc


Tropical gardens was one of the best hang out spots in ikeja. Nneka had gist me of the place on numerous occasions. It was rumoured to serve the tastiest fish pepper soup on the whole mainland. According to my mum, anywhere they served pepper soup, that's was where you could find the men. I decided to visit tropical gardens for the first time ever.

My intention was only known to me. There was no point letting my mum know I was ready to move on. That would only encourage her to start match making me with some random igbo boys. I was going out just to test the waters. I pulled out my khaki bum short, it was a hot evening and a little show of skin never hurt anyone. I put it on, along with a tank top and Bryan's check shirt. I checked myself out in the mirror. Damn! I was hot. I put on a visor to conceal my identity a little.

I ran into my mum on the staircase.

'Nne, kedu ebe I na eje, where are you going to,' she asked

'I'm going to the mall, wanna pick up some toiletries mum,' I replied

'Send Tochi, let her go,' she was staring at my shorts.

'Mum I can get it myself. Can I use your car,' I asked

'Yes you can. But is it just to buy toiletries that you are dressed like this?'

'Yes mum, we dress like this over there, all the time.'

'Nne, over here is not over there o. Be careful, umu nwoke ajokakwa, men are evil,' she said, looking at my behind as I walked away.

She echoed my exact sentiments. Men were indeed evil. My mind went back to the last time I was with Bryan in florida, just before we came back to Nigeria. He had been so ecstatic.

'Kamsi, I've never looked so forward to anything in my life. I can't believe we would soon be married.'

'Yea baby, me too.'

'I love you Kamsi Okafor.'

He loved me indeed. I felt so stupid for believing him. Damn, I was hurt. My chest felt heavy, signs of a broken heart. I couldn't wait to move on too.
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I got to tropical gardens thirty minutes later. It was packed full. Lagos people and flex. The place was already bubbling. I tried to locate a decent parking space. I saw a spot near one fancy car and I decided to take the spot. As soon as I was parked properly, I brought out my mirror and adjusted my make up. I got down from my car and tried to locate the bar.

There were some men standing a few meters from where I was parked and as soon as they saw me, I obviously became the topic of their discussion. Look at what Bryan was giving up. I didn't even have to try and men would notice me. I tried my best to ignore them and walked on to the bar. It was a long walk but it was intentional. I wanted people to see me walk to the bar. I was hardly seated when a guy dressed in tropical uniform strolled up to me. He was holding a glass of Chapman. He set the glass if front of me and leaned closer to whisper

'From the man in blue, seating over there,' he said, pointing.

I looked up, following his outstretched finger. The guy in question waved and oh my, he was cute. Round 1 served. Hello Bryan in the abroad, the hunt for your replacement just kicked off. I acknowledged with a little nod and sipped the chapman, smiling to myself. Tbc
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 16 Men are evil. Their skin colour did not matter. They were all evil. I took a long look at Bryan and the girl leaning towards him. And to make matters worse, she was white. I was in Nigeria dreaming of Bryan and here he was, snapping and uploading pictures of his latest catch. I don't know what made so mad. But I think it stemmed from the fact that I had not moved on. There was no explanation as to who the girl was. Bryan had no sister and three female cousins and I had met them all. I looked closely at the picture again. It was tagged; Stacy Mendel. I clicked on the tag and entered her profile. She was 35 and that made me very happy. At least she was older than Bryan. I went through her picture uploads and I had to admit, she was quite beautiful. Her brows were the perfect arch and her eyes were leaf green. I felt a pang in my heart and realised I was jealous. I shut down the lid as soon as my mother walked in. 'Kamsi, food is ready, pls come and eat.' This had been our daily routine since Bryan left. She would cook and ask me to eat, to which I would ignore her and she would let out a tear or two. But since I saw Stacy stealing my man, something weakened my resolve. I was here starving myself while the other party had moved on and worse still, flaunting it on social media. 'What did you cook mum?' The surprise on her face was amusing. She had not expected this break from the norm. Her face lit up almost immediately. 'There's rice and fish in the pot, yam porridge in the freezer, but I can ask Tochi to make whatever you want to eat.' Tochi was the new help. Her enthusiasm to always please 'the oyibo aunty' was borderline nauseating. 'Don't worry mum, the rice is just fine,' I said rising from the bed. As I was eating the rice and fish, I thought about the picture again. I couldn't believe Bryan had moved on. Well, if he could move on, so could I. Tbc THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 16

Men are evil. Their skin colour did not matter. They were all evil. I took a long look at Bryan and the girl leaning towards him. And to make matters worse, she was white. I was in Nigeria dreaming of Bryan and here he was, snapping and uploading pictures of his latest catch. I don't know what made so mad. But I think it stemmed from the fact that I had not moved on. There was no explanation as to who the girl was. Bryan had no sister and three female cousins and I had met them all. I looked closely at the picture again. It was tagged; Stacy Mendel. I clicked on the tag and entered her profile. She was 35 and that made me very happy. At least she was older than Bryan. I went through her picture uploads and I had to admit, she was quite beautiful. Her brows were the perfect arch and her eyes were leaf green. I felt a pang in my heart and realised I was jealous. I shut down the lid as soon as my mother walked in.

'Kamsi, food is ready, pls come and eat.' 

This had been our daily routine since Bryan left. She would cook and ask me to eat, to which I would ignore her and she would let out a tear or two. But since I saw Stacy stealing my man, something weakened my resolve. I was here starving myself while the other party had moved on and worse still, flaunting it on social media.

'What did you cook mum?'

The surprise on her face was amusing. She had not expected this break from the norm. Her face lit up almost immediately.

'There's rice and fish in the pot, yam porridge in the freezer, but I can ask Tochi to make whatever you want to eat.'

Tochi was the new help. Her enthusiasm to always please 'the oyibo aunty' was borderline nauseating. 

'Don't worry mum, the rice is just fine,' I said rising from the bed.

As I was eating the rice and fish, I thought about the picture again. I couldn't believe Bryan had moved on. Well, if he could move on, so could I.
Tbc Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 15, 2017 Rating: 5

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