LETTER TO MY GIRLFRIEND (Love of my life)

Episode 3

Cynthia’s room became hot due
to the hot weather then she
realised that the windows were
locked. She quickly ignored the
thought of who the stranger she
philanthropilcally helped then
opened the windows and
undressed her cloth. One could
see a tight black pant engulfed
her buttocks and a black bra
that pumped her breast up. She
stood still without knowing
what she was thinking. But
actually she was lost in thought
once again that she moved
towards the window without
noticing it. She placed her hands
on the protector staring at the
sky. “Could it be that he was
waiting for the red car? The
driver was a female. Who is she
to him? If it’s a friend of his,
then why couldn’t he have
common one hundred naira? He
seems to be kind and
handsome..” she found herself
smiling before she realised who
she was thinking about. She
looked at herself and hissed.
“Why am i even thinking about
a stranger? And when did i
come back to this window?” she
murmured and took a wrapper.

Nath found himself in the
bathroom taking a cool shower.
One could see soapy water
rushed down from his head. He
couldn’t think of any person but
the girl who saved her from
embarrassment. He admired her
beauty but didn’t think it was
necessary to have nice girl like
her. “Will i be able to take care
of her? I am only a mechanic.
Having a girl in my life should
be the last thing i think of. But
she’s naturally beautiful” he
thought.

Mr Williams house, Joyce’s father
had a milky colour paint. It was
a storey building with two long
pillars at the front. Suddenly, the
gateman opened the gate and a
car drove in. A loud music of
2pac tilted, ‘Hit-Em-up’ was
blasting out of it. The sound
became louder when the
driver’s door was opened and a
young handsome man came out
nodding his head to the music.
“..you tried to be a player but i
fuck your wife…. fuck for life…”
he sang happily still nodding his
head. He closed the door and
the music went off when he
locked the car with a remote
and began to walk inside the
house. He wore a sagged jean
trouser with a white nigga T-
shirt which had the image of
2pac both front and back. A
silver chain dangled beside the
jean and his neck. On his head
was a face cap he wore
backward. In the parlour, he
found Mr Williams sitting on a
cushion.
“Good day, sir”
“Good day, Mento”
“Yo, is me the one and only
Mento” he shook hands with Mr
Williams. “How is everybody?”
he added.
“We are fine. And your father?”
“My popsy is doing good” Mento
replied and looked around.
“Where’s Joyce?” he asked…

Meanwhile, Joyce was still with
her friend Miracle. They were in
her room gisting as old friends
who departed for a long time.
The room was well furnished,
and, of course, make-up
materials never ceased to be
found in such a gallant female
room. Miracle was sitting on a
chair while Joyce laid on the
bed.
“Baby girl” Miracle began. “I
thought you are already married
oh”
“To who?” Joyce asked
disdainfully.
“To your Mento nah”
“Abeg if it is a joke, stop it”
“I thought..”
“Stop thinking!” Joyce
interrupted. “I don’t like Mento..
I don’t just like his way of life”
“But both of you have been so
closed. Moreover, your family
and his are like 1+1=1”
“I don’t care” Joyce concluded
and both remained silence.
“How do you see that guy that
brought me here?” she broke
the silence.
“Which guy?” Miracle asked
looking confused.
“The one i gave money. He said
his name is.. Natha.. Nathan..
Something like that”
“Then what are you saying?”
“The guy is nice”
“A stranger that you just met?
Abeg, change topic!” Miracle
rebuked.
Suddenly, Joyce phone rang. She
stared at Miracle when she saw
the caller to be Mento.
“Baby girl, why are you looking
at me? Pick your call”
“Why did you mention Mento’s
name? Now he’s calling me”
“Abeg pick your call!”
Joyce waited for a while, she
hissed before she picked the call.
“Yo baby, where are you?”
Mento sounded on the phone.
“At a friend’s place”
“Please, i need you to come
over”
“I have heard you” Joyce cut the
called then stared at Miracle.

Cynthia had to go out again that
same day to get some food
stuffs. On the same road that
leads to the main road, Joyce
drove out. However, she had
been looking all over the places
if she would see Nath again. She
saw Cynthia and recognised her
as the girl Nath was staring at,
so she pulled over and whined
down the glass. When Cynthia
saw the car, she recognised it
too.
“Hey, excuse me” Joyce voiced
out with a high pitch voice. Then
Cynthia stared at her. “Do you
know the person called Nathan..
Something like that?”
“No, i don’t know him” Cynthia
replied.
“But he said you help him out
with something”
“What could that be?”
“He didn’t mention it” both
remained silent.
“Where did you see him?”
Cynthia broke the silence.
“I carried him on my way
coming here” she replied. Then
Cynthia understood she was
talking about the guy she
helped..
:
To Be Continued…