Story: Even Your Boo Get A Boo - Season 1 Episode 2 - Stories

Story: Even Your Boo Get A Boo - Season 1 Episode 2 - Stories

Be right back. Let me check… Okay, I remember now. I was talking about that BBM notification. So, when I checked what the notification wa... 13:43

Be right back. Let me check…
Okay, I remember now. I was talking about that BBM
notification.
So, when I checked what the notification was I found out
it was a BBM friend request and the name showing was
“Clara”
Who be Clara?
My head clicked. Wait, Clara. I went to Jaga’s name and
started typing.
“Wetin be your cousin name?” I typed and sent.
“Clara”. Jaga typed back.
Okay, I thought, this is starting to get weird. I suspected it
was a trick though. I accepted the friend request, viewed
the picture and raised an eyebrow. Damn this girl is fine,
what da…
I want you to get a picture of how this girl looks. Shey you
know Juliet ibrahim? (na her name be that abi? The
Ghanaian actress) – she looks just like her. Well, not
really like her but close. She was fine like that.
I waited. She didn’t send a message. And mehn, I no won
do as if my blood dey hot so I still waited. An hour, She
still didn’t send a message.
Dammit, I thought, and started typing…
“Hey. I will need your password if you must continue
staying on my list” I typed then added a little smiling
smiley so she no go think say na beef and sent.
“Check my picture. That’s all the password you need”
I smiled. She was exactly my type of girl, I thought, just
the humor I like and the cocky att!tude too.
So, like that like that o. We would chat everyday. Then it
went over to calls then Vam Vam – two weeks down the
line I told her “oya, Anty C. I think we should meet now.
Take me out for a movie”
“Mumu”. She had replied over the phone. “It’s me that will
now take you out abi. Tell me when you are serious”
I laughed and fixed a date. Sha the day I called her it was
a tuesday. Shebi? Can’t really remember. But the day we
decided to meet was on a Friday (I remember that
perfectly well). We were supposed to meet at that shoprite
mall in Enugu by around one so we could catch a 2.30pm
movie showing that day.
So, on that Friday – I baffed. Rub cream. Wear clothe.
Spray spray perfume anyhow like this eh. I looked at the
mirror and noticed I was starting to get fat small small.
Who cares. I still looked good.
I stepped out mehn. Piam piam, I dey mall. But I too over
go early. It was the mall I even noticed. I reached there
like around twelve. One freaking hour early gan. I nearly
laugh myself.
I waited though . One o’clock she didn’t show up. Around
1.20 pm (yes, I was checking the time like that), she still
didn’t show up so I decided to go and buy tickets for the
movie.
I bought two. 1.40pm. 1.55 pm – no calls. No pings
nothing. I still didn’t want to call her. She should know to
keep appointments. Why I go call am?. Mumu, my mind
voice told me, better relax and call that girl. Na your pride
go always dey spoil show for you.
By 2.15 pm she called me. Choi, I rushed the call. Then
calmed myself and slowly and very calmly said “Hello”
into the mouthpiece
“This boy. You can’t call someone abi? I’m at the mall.
Where are you?”
To Be Continued…