Haunted love episode 3

HAUNTED LOVE
(HE IS TOO SHY)
WRITTEN BY CHIBUIKE SMART
EPISODE 3
 
We three stood there staring at her like she had fallen from the moon, as my mind was completely blank. while my younger brother let out a loud yawn and that really made me angry, as I gave him a hærd gaze and he immediately closed his mouth. See this one ooo!! We are still in deep shit and he is here yawning and showing that he still needs more sleep.
Luckily for us he later told us to sit down, but the punishment was that he would prolong the devotion and that really was displeasing to me, as I still have something’s to park up that morning and here he is prolonging the wh0le stuff and to make the wh0le thing worse, I became the topic of their of their early morning admonishing .
Telling me to avoid girls and all stuffs sha!! since I was going to Enugu to avoid coming back in shame.
To be frank I had the urge to sleep, as the wh0le thing was like a sleeping pill to me but the fear of my dad’s slap was the beginning of wisdom, as I just sat there like a dummy staring at nothing in particular, as I heard virtually nothing, but I tried to grasp one or two to atleast save myself in case jamb question sets in.
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Don’t get me wrong actually I’m not a bad child, but you should at least understand what it means hearing a particular stuff for almost everyday of your life.
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After my dad was through, he ended it with his normal saying that a word is enough for the wise. this has been his regular mode of dismissal, since the time I started understanding human language.
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Then my brother raised his hand and called out.
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“Daddy.”
Chaii!! even the local stress of that word from him was really that type known as full time igbotic English from an Igbo person.
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“Yes?”
My dad asked to know what really his problem was really was.
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“Daddy, but you said a word is enough for the wise, why do you still keep repeating this same talk every morning, or is it that we are fools?”
He asked innocently.
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And I swear the thing make me laugh as that question been don dey my mind since to ask but, me I don’t have the balls to avoid stories that touches the heart.
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Everybody laugh for the question sha! me too join put, but I made sure my voice was not the loudest. Surprisingly my mom and dad smiled. Then that smile turned to a slight frown and then to a mean face, person no even need to tell me that this boy was in trouble. It don happen sha !!
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Well long story made short, his punishment was a 6 to 6 fasting, in a locked room. I believe after this he would learn how to close his mouth wella.
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He even is lucky self, because say if na me, I would have really been in deeper shit.
I don’t even know why my own case is always different.
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I had really prepared for the travel as I made sure my phone was fully charged at least to keep me company on the road.
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After some words from my parents which at that moment I really took seriously. I was really sad and felt like crying. Yeah I’m really the emotional type. I will really miss home and my siblings. My siblings just became unnecessary kind to me that morning, them that you would know how you would beg before they can agree to do something for me, the thing was like magic to me. Well I would miss them real bad.
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My dad esc-rted me to the park where I boarded a bus that was heading to Enugu. After few minutes of waiting .
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I was at the extreme in the back seat ,when a fat woman, when I mean fat, her fatness was on par with obesity and she sat beside me and that was really when my real ordeal began.
As she sat beside me and squeezed me to the end of the bus as before God and man, I was feeling very uncomfortable, I can’t even breathe.
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I was just like is Today really a bad luck for me, endless troubles everywhere. And the woman was oblivious of the pain she was causing me, as she kept herself busy with the banana she was munching on like a monkey.
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In fact that day I would have insulted every fat woman in this world but I remembered say my Mama get body small and had to keep my mouth shut. The worst was yet to come as the body odor that was oozing out from this woman was terrifying. Every swipe of her arm of her body, was like a ballistic missile was hitting directly at my nose, as I fought the urge not to cry, which kind Brouhaha be this na? ogini self? (What is it self?)
The body odor was too tense that breathing was really the last thing in my mind. I’m I truly traveling or signing a dead warrant? So someone cannot enter a bus in peace in this country again. Firstly I’m not comfortable in the seat and now a human caused odor is denying me my natural privileged.
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I turned around to see a young lady beside the woman tightly holding her nose, she even handkerchief for nose.
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I even forgot my own problem and nearly laughed out, but suppressed it.
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The funny part was that the woman have even dozed off self and snoring like a cow, the ch0lesterol wey de this woman body no be here. Too many bad attributes in one person. Who is even her husband self? That was the things that filled my mind.
Her snoring was loud and that irritated me, in fact everything around me at that moment served to make me even more irritated.
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I picked up my phone and logged into facebook, at least your know if it would remove my mind from the stupid woman beside me.
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A notification popped up in, and I clicked on it expecting to see something better and what I saw really offed me final.
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As one guy tagged me in a post, saying that he was with me and 95 others eating dog meat in Lagos. O chim ooo!! (Ohhh! my God!!) me that have never tasted dog meat in my life, which kind yeye post be that one.
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I hissed out aloud untagged myself and logged out of facebook and switched off my data in clear annoyance, as I placed my head in the passengers seat to sleep.
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tbc