The Single Guy Diary (Part Seventeen)

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“Oh my God…are you okay?” we both chorused as we ran into each other’s arms.

Her eyes were heavy; her eye bags so strong you could literally hold ‘em. I didn’t know what else to say as a well of pity grew the more in me.

“Sophie, I’m really sorry” I said as I knelt before her.

She busted into tears, held me back up with a hug that says “it’s not your fault”.

Before I knew it, mum had already made us tea while Neil and their mum went to get us some fruits.

If I could turn back the ends of time, here is what I’ll do differently:

  • Despite I live in an ‘assumingly’ protected estate, I’d always ensure my door is locked when inside.
  • If, ever again, I’m being robbed, I will just go ahead and give them whatever they ask without saying a word.
  • I would have installed CCTV Cameras around my house so it will be easy to catch those goddam robbers.
  • And of course, I’d be more prayerful.

It didn’t take much time before I realize my house was full. It was as though everyone in Lagos knew I was robbed. Of course, I was right to think so because I later learnt Linda Ikeji published it and even mentioned that the guy whose funny video she posted the other day was a victim of the Ikoyi Khavid Estate robbery.

I also later found, Linda got first-hand information from Neil. That was where most of our friends read it.

Condolences, pity faces and dull moments are things I hate the most, but here it is, happening in my own house, but thank God for HipTV…they got my back day-in day-out.

The best part in this worst moment, though, was the flowers I received from Jane. If you think it’s only ladies that love flowers, you thought wrong; they smell like the rose of Sharon (now don’t ask me if I know how the rose of Sharon smellsJ). Ouch! That brought some suspicious gaze between Ivy, Jane and Anabel, but it was none of my business.

Few minutes after everyone had gathered, including Neil and mum, I sat up to appreciate them for everything and right there I wanted something a little bit intriguing so I asked to know how Jane, Evy, Nina and Sophie all met.

“Huh! You really wanna hear that now, Duke?” Neil gasped.

Hell yea…I do.

So Evy, being the most outspoken, cleared her throat and started what would be a 3hours enthralling story of friendship.

No, not today, I will write on that next week.

For now, I’m just glad I’m still here with friends and family – a moment I can’t trade for anything.


© 2015 Michael Agene

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  1. Great story!
    I wish you could help ease off the suspence by reducing the break interval between each episode.
    Thanks…

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