THE PERFECT MAN Episode 9 As Bryan stormed out of the house, I followed in hot pursuit, ignoring calls of my name from both parents. I almost tumbled as I crashed into the door. I got to the gate and scanned left to right of the road searching for him. I saw him at the far end of my street. I ran to stop him. I called Nneka and asked her to meet me. It was an herculean task running in a maxi gown but my prize was getting away. Out of breathe and strength, I eventually caught up with him. 'Baby, pls stop. What just happened,' I asked, still panting. He stopped walking and turned to face me. 'Yo, go back and ask your pops what the fuck happened,' he replied and resumed walking again. 'Bryan, stop walking.' He stopped and I ran up to him. He had long legs. 'Do you even know where you are going to?' 'I don't need to know, I already requested an uber.' 'Do have any means of paying the uber driver,' I asked. He reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallets. It contained some Benjamins. He smiled. My stalling had cooled him down. He rarely got angry and when he did, talking to him soothed him. I thought of the first time I saw him angry. Some of his friends were yet to embrace the fact that he was digging a 'negro'. I didn't mind the smirks and side comments when we were together, but he stuggled to hide his discomfort. One day, we went to get ice cream and on the way home, he held the door for me to walk out first. A white dude in his early twenties suggested that I should be the one holding the door for him instead of the other way around. It was a racial slur. It happened some times and it wasn't hard to tell the dude high. Bryan let go of my hand and faced the boy. 'Hey, what the fuck did you say to me,' he asked, pushing the dude. 'What the fuck dude, you're really gonna hit me, over a black ass pussy,' the boy replied. I tried to drag Bryan, it was of no use. I heard something crack. Bryan had punched the dude, breaking his nose in the process. Someone grabbed Bryan as he tried to land another punch. I rushed to the guy on the floor. He was holding his broken nose. Blood poured from his nose and I tried to help him. Tbc


'Stay the fuck away from me,' he screamed.

The guy holding Bryan let him go.

'Get the fuck outta here before the cops get here.'
The guy with the broken nose kept cursing and as Bryan pulled open the door again, he spoke up.

'I hope she's worth it mahn.'

'Yea asshole, she's fucking worth it. Kamsi, let's go,' he said, pullin me to the exit.


'Bryan, what did my dad say to you on your way here,' I asked

'Baby, I'm only going to say this once and I need you to listen carefully. I love you. I love you in a way I never thought I'd love anyone. I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I'm not going to lose myself or let someone disrespect me in the process. I came halfway around the world to prove to you that there is nothing I wouldn't do to be with you. I've done my part baby. The rest is up to you. I would be in Nigeria till tomorrow and if nothing changes, I'm out.'

There were tears in my eyes as soon as he stopped talking. Everything he said was the truth. He loved me and every minute he spent in Nigeria was a testament to that. He reached out and pulled me closer. He wiped my tears. We hugged each other, his hands running through my hair. We were oblivious to what was happening around us until someone honked at us. It was Nneka and Nchedo.

We got into the back seat. It was time to officially introduce them to each other. But Nneka beat me to it.

'Hello, my name is Nneka and I'm Kamsi's best friend,' she said, in her best possible yankee expression.

He mouthed her name, the way he did when the name wasn't English.

'Hi Nneka, I'm Bryan,' he replied, pronouncing Nneka as 'nay-ka'.

'This is Nchedo, my little brother. Don't stress yourself with his name. Just call him junior,' she said, tapping Nchedo's head.

They both smiled.

I couldn't even enjoy the banter. Could I really damn my parents and marry Bryan? At the end of the day, they were my parents. And as my dad always said, they only wanted the best for me. Why couldn't they see that Bryan was the best for me?

We reached Primak Hotel and Bryan got out. For the first time since we met, he didn't come around to open my side of the door. He just tapped on my window. I rolled it down. He reached out to stroke my face.

'Fix it by tomorrow baby. If not, I'm out.'

Nneka and Nchedo did not understand what he meant. They were smiling and waving sheepishly. Nchedo was brandishing the hundred dollar note Bryan parted with. I cleared my throat.

'Pls after u guys have finished ooohing and aaaahing, take me home.'

'Aunty, this your bobo over sharp o. Don't even dull o, before another lagos babe go dey sharper.' Nchedo said, starting the car.

'Kamsi, what's the problem,' Nneka asked.

She had finally realised I wasn't in the mood. I told her what happened on the way home. The rest of the journey was in silence. As soon as we got home, I got down.

'What are you going to do kamsi,' Nneka asked

'I really do not know.'

'She's back o.'

That was my mum, standing on the balcony, announcing my return.
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 9 As Bryan stormed out of the house, I followed in hot pursuit, ignoring calls of my name from both parents. I almost tumbled as I crashed into the door. I got to the gate and scanned left to right of the road searching for him. I saw him at the far end of my street. I ran to stop him. I called Nneka and asked her to meet me. It was an herculean task running in a maxi gown but my prize was getting away. Out of breathe and strength, I eventually caught up with him. 'Baby, pls stop. What just happened,' I asked, still panting. He stopped walking and turned to face me. 'Yo, go back and ask your pops what the fuck happened,' he replied and resumed walking again. 'Bryan, stop walking.' He stopped and I ran up to him. He had long legs. 'Do you even know where you are going to?' 'I don't need to know, I already requested an uber.' 'Do have any means of paying the uber driver,' I asked. He reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallets. It contained some Benjamins. He smiled. My stalling had cooled him down. He rarely got angry and when he did, talking to him soothed him. I thought of the first time I saw him angry. Some of his friends were yet to embrace the fact that he was digging a 'negro'. I didn't mind the smirks and side comments when we were together, but he stuggled to hide his discomfort. One day, we went to get ice cream and on the way home, he held the door for me to walk out first. A white dude in his early twenties suggested that I should be the one holding the door for him instead of the other way around. It was a racial slur. It happened some times and it wasn't hard to tell the dude high. Bryan let go of my hand and faced the boy. 'Hey, what the fuck did you say to me,' he asked, pushing the dude. 'What the fuck dude, you're really gonna hit me, over a black ass pussy,' the boy replied. I tried to drag Bryan, it was of no use. I heard something crack. Bryan had punched the dude, breaking his nose in the process. Someone grabbed Bryan as he tried to land another punch. I rushed to the guy on the floor. He was holding his broken nose. Blood poured from his nose and I tried to help him. Tbc THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 9

As Bryan stormed out of the house, I followed in hot pursuit, ignoring calls of my name from both parents. I almost tumbled as I crashed into the door. I got to the gate and scanned left to right of the road searching for him. I saw him at the far end of my street. I ran to stop him. I called Nneka and asked her to meet me. It was an herculean task running in a maxi gown but my prize was getting away. Out of breathe and strength, I eventually caught up with him.

'Baby, pls stop. What just happened,' I asked, still panting.

He stopped walking and turned to face me.

'Yo, go back and ask your pops what the fuck happened,' he replied and resumed walking again.

'Bryan, stop walking.' 

He stopped and I ran up to him. He had long legs.

'Do you even know where you are going to?'

'I don't need to know, I already requested an uber.'

'Do have any means of paying the uber driver,' I asked.

He reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallets. It contained some Benjamins. He smiled. My stalling had cooled him down. He rarely got angry and when he did, talking to him soothed him.

I thought of the first time I saw him angry. Some of his friends were yet to embrace the fact that he was digging a 'negro'. I didn't mind the smirks and side comments when we were together, but he stuggled to hide his discomfort. One day, we went to get ice cream and on the way home, he held the door for me to walk out first. A white dude in his early twenties suggested that I should be the one holding the door for him instead of the other way around. It was a racial slur. It happened some times and it wasn't hard to tell the dude high. Bryan let go of my hand and faced the boy. 

'Hey, what the fuck did you say to me,' he asked, pushing the dude.

'What the fuck dude, you're really gonna hit me, over a black ass pussy,' the boy replied.

I tried to drag Bryan, it was of no use. I heard something crack. Bryan had punched the dude, breaking his nose in the process. Someone grabbed Bryan as he tried to land another punch. I rushed to the guy on the floor. He was holding his broken nose. Blood poured from his nose and I tried to help him. Tbc Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 15, 2017 Rating: 5

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