THE PERFECT MAN Episode 26 I didn't hear Nneka clearly. There was no way she said what I thought I heard. She was still in a zombie like trance so it made her words difficult to understand. I heard her say something like Olumide and dead in one sentence. I didn't want to believe she meant he was dead. I poked her again albeit roughly this time 'Nneka, what did you just say.' She turned to look at me. 'I said Olumide is dead, ó nwugo,' she added in igbo for emphasis sake. I slid from the edge of the bed to the floor. My world was over even before it started. What happened to him, how did he die? I kept looking around the room in search of answers. But no answer came. I looked at Nneka, she was exhausted, but I still needed to know 'Tell me everything,' I said to her She looked at me and shook her head. She was not willing to explain. I touched her gently 'Nneka, pls tell me how he died,' I said, pleading 'I went to tropical like I told you I would and asked the bar man after him. He recognised him from my description. He described your meeting day as his last day there. He had not returned after you guys left,' Nneka said, her tone very low 'Yea, that's true. We preferred the bar at the beach. He loved the beach,' I said, offering up that vital piece of information. 'So I called Friday. He works at Octopus too and he was in tropical with some friends drinking. I asked if he knew Olumide, and he said that he was his boss. I asked what time he came to the office, so we could block him at the office and you could tell him about the baby.' She paused, to catch her breathe I supposed. It wasn't easy for her, but I needed to hear all the facts. 'Ok, what happened next,' I said, urging her on 'As soon as I asked, he sighed and sipped his drink. He told me that his boss, Olumide died about three weeks ago and had since been buried according to Islamic rites.' He was a Muslim. Add that to the hundred things I didn't know about Olumide. I looked at Nneka, it seemed like she was keeping something from me, like she wasn't done. At this point, drops of tears were streaming from my eyes. I touched her again 'What killed him? How did he die?' TBC


She got up and walked to the bathroom talking on the way

'Does it matter? It doesn't stop him from being dead.'

Nneka was lashing out. She did so when she couldn't help issues. I knew something was up. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. She was seating on the rim of the bath tub

'Nneka, for the sake of his unborn child, pls tell me. How did Olumide die?'

'It's not your fault, let it go Kamsi,' she started crying again

'Pls tell me, pls. I beg of you.'

'He was killed in a ghastly motor accident. He was driving under the influence and hit a stationary trailer. He died on impact.'

She was still not saying something. She got up to hug me

'You have to forget about Olumide now and think about the baby. What are you going to do,' she asked, subtly changing the conversation. But I was not deterred

She said he died three weeks ago, and was buried immediately. That explained why he wasn't picking my calls. I thought about the events that occurred three weeks ago. It was about the time we had sex. I had called him a fling and he stormed out of my house. Did I cause Olumide's death?

'Nneka, what date exactly did Olumide die?'

'It doesn't matter Kamsi.'

'Tell me then,' I screamed

'Pls keep your voice down. Don't wake the house pls.'

'So tell me.'

'He died on the eighteenth of last month.'

My worst fear was confirmed. I killed Olumide. After calling him a fling, he went out and got himself drunk and got killed on his way home. I wondered why no one bothered to reach me. I slumped on the bathroom floor and started crying again. This time, for Olumide and the fact that I was responsible for his demise.


I moved back home three days after I found out my baby daddy was dead. The baby daddy i murdered. What did that make me? The baby was still in me and I had no idea of what to do. My phone buzzed and I looked at it. Bryan was calling again. Ever since I blocked him on Facebook, I had expected him to move on. It was almost five months now. I decided to pick his call

'Kamsi, thank God you picked.'

'You need to stop Bryan.'

'I need you to hear me out okay?'

'Yea Bryan, I'm listening. What is it?'

'Kamsi, I'm so sorry for leaving you behind in Nigeria, I shouldn't have. Now I know better.'

He just apologised for leaving me. It brought tears to me eyes. But I was the one supposed to be apologising, he did nothing wrong. I needed him to let me go.

'Well Bryan, it's a little bit late. If you hadn't left so abruptly, all these wouldn't have happened.'

'All what, dear?'

All these, I screamed in my subconscious. I wouldn't have stalked you on Facebook, seen you and Stacey, hooked up with Olumide, killed Olumide and then be pregnant. I knew I was being unfair but the world was unfair. I was pregnant and the father of my unborn child was dead.

'Nothing Bryan. It's all in the past. I wish you could move on.'

'How does one move on from living Kamsi? You are my life. Florida has been a nightmare without you. I love you Kamsi Okafor and these past few months have done nothing but show me how much. I'm coming back for you.'

I laughed out loud. He was coming back for a different Kamsi. The pregnant Kamsi. I started to believe the 'white people are insane' adage. But I owed him the truth

'Bryan, I'm pregnant.'

'Wow,' he paused before going on 'That's awesome. I'm going to be a father.'

'You are not the father. Pls forget me and move on with your life. You deserve better,' I said, cutting the call

I shouldn't have broken the news to him that way, but he deserved to know. My phone was buzzing again. I looked at it, and he was the one. I cut it. He kept calling back and I switched off the phone's ringer. I fell asleep thinking of Bryan and baby Olumide.

I woke up in the middle of the night and called Nneka. I told her I wanted an abortion and she told me to sleep on it, that she was coming the next day. I noticed the missed call icon on my phone. I had about twenty. Thirteen from Bryan and seven from an unknown Nigerian number. I decided to call the number back.

'Hello, you called me earlier, who is this please?' I said, once the call once picked

'Hello. How are you?'

'I'm fine. Please who am I speaking with?'

'I'm Mrs Adebayo.' the sleepy voice said

Mrs Adebayo. That name. It sounded so familiar. As I tried to rack my brain, the voice helped me out

'I'm Olumide's mother.' Tbc
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 26 I didn't hear Nneka clearly. There was no way she said what I thought I heard. She was still in a zombie like trance so it made her words difficult to understand. I heard her say something like Olumide and dead in one sentence. I didn't want to believe she meant he was dead. I poked her again albeit roughly this time 'Nneka, what did you just say.' She turned to look at me. 'I said Olumide is dead, ó nwugo,' she added in igbo for emphasis sake. I slid from the edge of the bed to the floor. My world was over even before it started. What happened to him, how did he die? I kept looking around the room in search of answers. But no answer came. I looked at Nneka, she was exhausted, but I still needed to know 'Tell me everything,' I said to her She looked at me and shook her head. She was not willing to explain. I touched her gently 'Nneka, pls tell me how he died,' I said, pleading 'I went to tropical like I told you I would and asked the bar man after him. He recognised him from my description. He described your meeting day as his last day there. He had not returned after you guys left,' Nneka said, her tone very low 'Yea, that's true. We preferred the bar at the beach. He loved the beach,' I said, offering up that vital piece of information. 'So I called Friday. He works at Octopus too and he was in tropical with some friends drinking. I asked if he knew Olumide, and he said that he was his boss. I asked what time he came to the office, so we could block him at the office and you could tell him about the baby.' She paused, to catch her breathe I supposed. It wasn't easy for her, but I needed to hear all the facts. 'Ok, what happened next,' I said, urging her on 'As soon as I asked, he sighed and sipped his drink. He told me that his boss, Olumide died about three weeks ago and had since been buried according to Islamic rites.' He was a Muslim. Add that to the hundred things I didn't know about Olumide. I looked at Nneka, it seemed like she was keeping something from me, like she wasn't done. At this point, drops of tears were streaming from my eyes. I touched her again 'What killed him? How did he die?' TBC THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 26

I didn't hear Nneka clearly. There was no way she said what I thought I heard. She was still in a zombie like trance so it made her words difficult to understand. I heard her say something like Olumide and dead in one sentence. I didn't want to believe she meant he was dead. I poked her again albeit roughly this time

'Nneka, what did you just say.'

She turned to look at me.

'I said Olumide is dead, ó nwugo,' she added in igbo for emphasis sake.

I slid from the edge of the bed to the floor. My world was over even before it started. What happened to him, how did he die? I kept looking around the room in search of answers. But no answer came. I looked at Nneka, she was exhausted, but I still needed to know

'Tell me everything,' I said to her

She looked at me and shook her head. She was not willing to explain. I touched her gently

'Nneka, pls tell me how he died,' I said, pleading 

'I went to tropical like I told you I would and asked the bar man after him. He recognised him from my description. He described your meeting day as his last day there. He had not returned after you guys left,' Nneka said, her tone very low

'Yea, that's true. We preferred the bar at the beach. He loved the beach,' I said, offering up that vital piece of information. 

'So I called Friday. He works at Octopus too and he was in tropical with some friends drinking. I asked if he knew Olumide, and he said that he was his boss. I asked what time he came to the office, so we could block him at the office and you could tell him about the baby.'

She paused, to catch her breathe I supposed. It wasn't easy for her, but I needed to hear all the facts. 

'Ok, what happened next,' I said, urging her on

'As soon as I asked, he sighed and sipped his drink. He told me that his boss, Olumide died about three weeks ago and had since been buried according to Islamic rites.'

He was a Muslim.  Add that to the hundred things I didn't know about Olumide. I looked at Nneka, it seemed like she was keeping something from me, like she wasn't done. At this point, drops of tears were streaming from my eyes. I touched her again

'What killed him? How did he die?' TBC Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 16, 2017 Rating: 5

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