DANCE WITH FIRE Episode 3: The thing I hated most about fainting was that it was brief. The loss of consciousness was usually short and one recovered quickly. I had wanted it to last for hours. Anything to spare my blushes. As I recovered from the syncope, I peeped at the blood agent as he kept on walking even after people rushed to me as soon as I had hit the floor. I guess it was presumptuous to expect sympathy from a person that dealt in human blood. I willed my body to get up, my eyes to fully open, if only to convince my sympathisers that I was ok. I couldn't. That was till someone splashed water on me. #kikikikikikikikiki πŸ˜‚ Click to complete episode 3. It is a website story. You can whatsapp on +2348165429485


'Thank God, he is alive', they all chorused. Of course I was alive and I was pissed. I looked round to see if I could catch the culprit that splashed the water. I saw him still holding the bucket. Grinning like someone who just performed a successful brain surgery
'Oga, why you pour me that kind water na?' I struggled to contain my tears
'No be sprinkle you suppose sprinkle am for person wey faint', I continued 'Now see as you don wet me'.
'Abeg, no vex. The way you take faint fear me ', he replied
'If say you no wake now, na for inside clinic you for see yourself and one night there na 10 thousand', he chipped in.

I pulled my wet self up, took one look at the beautiful clinic and started walking away. It would forever be known as the spot where my hopes and dreams were dashed. I had wasted five hundred naira coming here. Now, I had to walk home. Ifeoma would certainly break up with me. The text message I sent to her while leaving the house would fuel her speculations. I wished I could unsend it. I was no longer looking forward to tomorrow. This agent, in one swoop, destroyed my dream, my aspirations and my whole life. I prayed to God to make him bleed out for unknown reasons and then need my blood. He would call me to beg for a pint, but I would charge him a million naira. That would make my blood the most expensive in history. I smiled for the first time, it would even cost more than the blood of Jesus.

I called Dafe. The earlier I told him of my misfortune, the better for me. I hoped he had a plan B
'Sam, why you dull this, Agent call me say na now u reach the clinic', he started without saying hi
'Guy, I for fly, traffic been dey and you sef sabi say bike no dey reach that side', I replied
'Where you dey like this?'
'Democracy Estate'
'Sha do quick come back, ifeoma dey wait you for here,' he added and then cut the call
I subconsciously screamed. What was ifeoma doing in the house today of all days. Tomorrow was valentine. I wanted to postpone the break up till tomorrow, and now she was waiting for me.

With blinded rage, I kicked something on the floor. It didn't feel like a stone so I cleared my mind and looked for what I had just kicked. It was a mobile phone, not just any mobile phone, but an IPhone. I looked around twice before I bent and picked it. I walked faster before anyone around would notice what just happened. As I left democracy estate, I slowed my pace and took a close look at what I had just picked. It was a gold plated IPhone 6s. It looked brand new. I pressed the home button and the screen illuminated. It had no secret pass code or thumbprint lock. I smiled to the heavens. This was a sign, but I didn't understand it yet.

I was in a dilemma. This was a win on so many levels. I could wait for the owner of the the device to call it, and then ransome it for say fifty thousand naira, or I could head to GSM village and sell it now for at least a hundred grand. There was also the option of wiping the phone, throwing away the sim card, and giving the phone to ifeoma as a valentine gift. Of the three choices, the last one was the craziest. If I handed her an iPhone 6 as a valentine gift,come her birthday, she would expect a car or a house. I was not ready to die under the weight of such expectations. I decided to give the owner thirty minutes to notice his phone was gone and reach out, or I would call okechukwu in GSM village and notify him of a business deal.

As I waited for the owner to call, something in my chest kept poking me. It felt like my conscience but I wasn't in the mood. I knew I was supposed to head to a police station and drop it off, but what was the guarantee that the police man won't consider my earlier three options. In this economy, no one could be trusted, especially not the police. My conscience could go to hell, at least i didn't steal the phone. If the blood agent had a conscience, I wouldn't be in this situation. I would be at home eating ifeoma's meal, in anticipation of her dessert.

My phone rang, it was ifeoma. I couldn't risk picking up. What if the iPhone owner decided to call at that time. As if to justify my reasoning, the iPhone beeped. A text had arrived. It wasn't a call, but it would suffice. I opened the message icon

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DANCE WITH FIRE Episode 3: The thing I hated most about fainting was that it was brief. The loss of consciousness was usually short and one recovered quickly. I had wanted it to last for hours. Anything to spare my blushes. As I recovered from the syncope, I peeped at the blood agent as he kept on walking even after people rushed to me as soon as I had hit the floor. I guess it was presumptuous to expect sympathy from a person that dealt in human blood. I willed my body to get up, my eyes to fully open, if only to convince my sympathisers that I was ok. I couldn't. That was till someone splashed water on me. #kikikikikikikikiki πŸ˜‚ Click to complete episode 3. It is a website story. You can whatsapp on +2348165429485 DANCE WITH FIRE 
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The thing I hated most about fainting was that it was brief. The loss of consciousness was usually short and one recovered quickly. I had wanted it to last for hours. Anything to spare my blushes. As I recovered from the syncope, I peeped at the blood agent as he kept on walking even after people rushed to me as soon as I had hit the floor. I guess it was presumptuous to expect sympathy from a person that dealt in human blood. I willed my body to get up, my eyes to fully open, if only to convince my sympathisers that I was ok. I couldn't. That was till someone splashed water on me. #kikikikikikikikiki πŸ˜‚ Click to complete episode 3. It is a website story. You can whatsapp on +2348165429485 Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on September 06, 2017 Rating: 5

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