FIKAYO

"Fikayo, for the last time,why do you have a black eye?", Mum said, already on the edge of her nerves. She thought that I was lying.

I sighed and sat up,making eye contact."As I said the last ninety nine times mummy," I smiled,making sure that she saw that I wasn't in the least bit nervous.

"Two guys were fighting and i tried to separate them but a stray punch from one of them landed on my eye".

She still looked unconvinced . Well, there was no way that I would tell her I got into a fight.

First ,I would be in big trouble if I did. Secondly,she would ask why and I did not have a reason that would be good enough for her.

The reason was good enough for me though.

Still; how could I tell her I got into a fight over a girl?

"You're not lying? You didn't get into a fight?" I scoffed and pointed at my face- my weapon of mass destruction.

"Mummy, see your fresh son and his fine face. Do I seem like someone who would get Into a fight and put his face at risk . You Know how much I care about..."

"Your face . Which I have told you is wrong. Are you a girl?" I knew what was coming . She was going to give me the, 'don't go gay' lecture.

Each time she gave me that lecture, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me temporarily.

She started it and all I could think was, 'your son is fighting over a girl and you're here thinking he might be gay'.

Just because I care about my face doesn't mean I'm gay. It simply means I want to be fresh enough to get anyone I want. Let me rephrase,I want to be fresh enough to get any girl I like. Not anyone .

Oh and I was very fresh and so I got every girl I wanted . And unlike the cliche's where the playboy would fall in love with some girl who didn't like him at all,there were no exceptions for me .

There was not that one girl who I liked that did not like me back.

Hold your horses,I know what you're thinking. If there are no exceptions then why did he have to fight over her?

I know I'm right, I'm not just a pretty face. I have smarts too . And i fell for a girl like that too. Pretty face,big brains. And I didn't just like her because I wanted to win another bet among my guys. I genuinely liked her.

She liked me too you see , but she was Stubborn.She wouldn't start something she couldn't finish.

That's what she said,and I'm just as confused as you are as regards to what that meant.

She was also the most reasonably sassy girl I had ever met.

She wasn't the most sassy, but she was the most reasonably sassy. While I, the most popular and smart guy in our class allowed her to roast me everyday just so she could at least speak more often.

If she wasn't roasting someone,answering questions in class or having some sort of gist session with her only friend- Peace- ,she would stare at everyone mutely or place her head on the desk in front of her.

The sound of her voice when she spoke though was more addictive than music. And that's coming from me,a music addict .

Now to why I got myself a black eye because of her .

She sassed up some guy today and he weakly decided to trade words with her. Absolutely nobody beats Joke in a word trade. But today, I saw her waning.

He mentioned her late brother. He called her a witch, said she was the one who killed her younger brother.