The Perfect Man Episode 4

Episode 4

The car sped on, slowing down only when we approached speed bumps. My parents were still gyrating to the beats emanating from the speakers. They totally ignored me, which was fine. I wasn't in the mood to speak to any of them. How dare they treat me like a child? I was twenty four years and last I checked, twenty four was adult. They thought I was still the child that left for florida six years ago.

My mind flashed back to the day I left for florida, my mum wept from the house to the airport. Even my father couldn't hold back the tears, the only sign that showed he was my real father. Their baby girl was leaving for a country five thousand miles away. They initially refused to let me go. But Chief Omeka, my father's best friend convinced him to let me go.

'Eloka, Kamsi is no longer a small girl o, I'm sure she can survive in obodo oyibo,' chief said, addressing my father.

'Omeka, I'm not doubting that, but anya kamsi adoligo(Kamsi's eye has torn), sending her there would further corrupt her,' my father argued.

'Daddy, I'm not corrupt o,' I interjected.

'You see what I'm saying Omeka, see how she is talking to me and she has not even gone there yet,' he went on 'common zuzuru si ebe a puo(will u get out of here)' he said to me.

Chief Omeka eventually got through to him. He deserved a Nobel prize. My father wasn't an easy man to convince. But I understood his fears, he didn't want anything to happen to me abroad. I was his only child and they had waited eight years after marriage to have me.

This was not the car I sat in on my way to the airport six years ago, neither was it the same circumstance. My mum was reeling out advice after advice.

'Nne read you books,' she went on ' never forget the daughter of whom you are.'

'Don't join bad people over there,' my father added 'I will not hesitate to disown you if you go there and digrace me. Is that clear,' he asked, pulling his ears.

'Yes daddy,' I replied

'Nwa m, remember to pray at night before you sleep, always go to church and do not forget to call home every weekend,' my mum said, still crying.

'I will mum.'

'God will protect you from the eyes of the evil ones, they will not see you in Jesus name,' my mum continued.

'Amen oh. Amen.'

'Sister Nkoli will call us when you arrive,' my mum said, breaking into another fresh sob.

Now driving home from the airport, six years later, it seemed like someone had switched my parents. We drove into Okpara's avenue. Nothing had changed, except for the street lights. It illuminated the whole street. I looked out the window, I recognised some people, like mama Ekene and her busy body children, they had still not done anything with themselves. I thanked God the window was tinted, they couldn't see me. A lot of people greeted my dad. He honked back in response, while my mum waved. Thirty seconds later, we arrived at my house. Fifteen, dike street, Okpara's avenue, my home for the past Eighteen years, before I moved to florida. It stood gallant, as it had always been. My father had built it immediately he arrived lagos. Over the past few years, many renovations had taken place. It still looked freshly painted.

As soon as the gates were opened, someone ran to the car, screaming like a crazed person.


It was Nneka. She didn't wait for the car to halt before she jumped into it, her eyes searching for Bryan. She searched everywhere, she even looked into the boot.

'Biko where is our onye ocha (white man),' she asked, pulling me in for a big hug.

'Big fuck up dear, let's talk inside,' I whispered into her ears while hugging her.

'Good evening ma, good evening sir,' she said, addressing my parents.

'It's now you saw us abi, I na acho onye ocha(you were looking for white man),' my mum replied, sarcastically. My dad shook his head.

She hissed and they both went inside, leaving me and Nneka behind.

I had missed Nneka more than I could admit. Especially in the first two years in florida. This best friend of mine had changed drastically. At least physically. Gone were the stomach and arm fat that made her look slightly older than I. If I could estimate, I would say she dropped like fifteen kilograms. I swirled her around.

'Neky baby, what happened, kedu ife iji taa ahu (why did you lose all these weight)', I said, switching to igbo.

'Kamsi super, ibu adiro ewusi (fat is now old fashioned),' she replied.

'Nne I makazi (you are beautiful),' I said, turning round to admire her.

'Forget about me, where is our onye ocha,' she asked, switching the conversation immediately.

'Hmmm, babe, you would never believe what happened.'

I then proceeded to tell her everything that happened earlier. She was shell shocked. She knew what my father was capable of, but she didn't know to what extent. I told her the name of the hotel Bryan was in and how I needed to get back to him.

'Kamsi super, don't worry your obodo oyibo mind, Neky baby will handle it for you,' she went on 'Come, let's go inside, the whole town came for your welcome home party,' she said, dragging me inside.

For the first time since I landed in Lagos, I felt truly welcomed to Nigeria.
The Perfect Man Episode 4 The Perfect Man Episode 4 Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 06, 2017 Rating: 5

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