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Sunday, 21 February 2016

THE EYES OF BETRAYAL- A writer's


I was living in the seventh heaven. My life couldn’t be better right now.
I was serving in a very friendly environment deep in Keffi the fun capital of Nasarawa state, I was living rent free with Reme a new friend of mine who seems to know everything about having fun and living a care free life, I just bought a new laptop to further my writing career and I was dating one of the most beautiful undergraduate in the street where I lived and most interesting amongst them was I just returned back from the Christmas and new year holiday with my family and I was brimming with excitement.
Reme met me at the door and just like I expected, he had news of a recent escapade with a new chick.
“Dude I just met this amazing new chick and she is all about having fun with nothing attached” he boasted
In the world of young guys, that was equivalent to winning ten Oscars in one night.
The next day, Reme introduced me to his new friend and she turned out to be a beautiful fun loving uptown girl with cute tattoos and a nice accent.
Her name was Stephanie and she had an attractive habit of sucking in deep breath when she was excited.
Over the next few weeks, we became friends and had so much fun together.
Then two weeks later, Reme had to hurry to his family house in Abuja.
I had the house to myself for the weekend which means I could convince Favor (my girlfriend) to come spend the weekend with me.
Quickly, I dialed her number and gave her the good news
“Hey babe, good news: we got the apartment to ourselves this weekend”
She wasn’t as excited as I expected her to be
“Sweetie, I don’t know if I can make it this weekend” she said
There was nothing I could do to convince her and worst thing was: she had no reasonable excuse except the fact that she couldn’t make it.
I felt betrayed and had no choice but to sit outside with my chess club for the whole of Friday till it was too dark to play and the rechargeable lamp was too dim to illuminate the board.
The next two days, I was discussing boredom on a Sunday night with Stephanie and we were having a great time.
That was when I noticed the regular sharp intakes of deep breaths and the tilting of our conversation towards intimate references.
Then all hell broke loose when she coyly asked me to help check for an itch up her thigh.
Few hours later I was checking out everything about her in the room and having a great time.
The next day, she came back early in the morning again for a repeat of our guilty pleasure.
I had not spoken with Favor for almost a day and even though I felt guilty about that, the moment was just too good to consider other implications.
Then I heard a loud knock on the door.
“Who is it?” I called out lazily
“It’s me dude, come on open this frigging door, we will soon be late for CDS meeting”
I cursed quietly. I had totally forgotten CDS and worst of it all: Reme was at the door while I was in bed with his friend.
I opened the door a few inch and said to Reme
“Dude this is a wrong time, I kinda got company”
He looked at me with hurt in his eyes and said
“I know”

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