The holidays are fast approaching and Chimamanda is in search of someone befitting to take home to her parents.
Boluwatife craves freedom away from his family's eyes. When an opportunity presents itself, he grabs it, no questions asked.
Their praye...
Roll your works upon the Lord [commit and trust them wholly to Him; He will cause your thoughts to become agreeable to His will, and] so shall your plans be established and succeed. --Proverbs 16:3 (AMPC)
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Boluwatife couldn't believe his eyes. He picked his brown-coloured face towel and scrubbed at his eyes with them. He opened his eyes again and stared at his phone, hoping to see something different but it was not to be.
The cackling coming from his phone speaker made him grind his teeth in annoyance.
"Are you still there?" The voice called out amidst laughter.
He could hear him alright but he just was too annoyed to speak.
Koye will hear from me.
"I'm sure you are so angry at the moment. I just wanted to tell you that you are now a global celebrity. Why? Because you are the current hot cake. Bolu Hotcakes!" The annoying voice which belonged to Vwaire, an old classmate, teased.
This his teasing must be payback for all I did to him in school. But this is pettiness na. And Koye is the most prettiest of all.
He really didn't care about his correct usage of English words at the moment, even though it was in his thoughts.
"It is okay na. One would think you are getting money off this."
"I don't need money when I have this. This just made my day. I will call you later. I need to speak with Koye ASAP and thank him for this gift he bestowed on me."
"Common, get off my phone jàre. It's not even that funny."
All he got for a response was more laughter and the dial tone as Vwaire hung up.
Bolu knew deep down in him that everybody who was a mutual acquaintance of himself and Koye would have already seen it. And it seemed that he was a glutton for punishment because he opened his Whatsapp and scrolled through his contacts' statuses just to confirm his suspicions. Not only had they seen it, they had also reposted it.
No wonder that fool called me hot cake.
Don't call anyone a fool.
B-b-bu—
Don't but Me.
Okay, sir.
Bolu sighed again as he continued scrolling through the statuses.
