Falling For A Fan [BxB]

CHAPTER THREE (Part 1): Saga

₰Yo…….Big shaq the one and only……. Man’s not hot…… Never hot…..skrrrrrrr……₰

Does my phone have to ring a million times in a day? And always when I am sleeping?

₰……..the thing goes skrrrrrrrrrrrra pa pa pa pa pa!........... ₰

Call from Ibrahim.

I check the time at the top right corner of my phone screen. Six pm. I've slept for less than five hours since I got back from the mall.

"Hey bro, whatsup?" I ask with my husky voice.

"Not cool bro, not cool. Have you seen what they are saying about you?"

"What who is saying?"

"The media, them blogs, social media, the internet. You're everywhere and not for good reason. They're calling you a fag."

I expected that.

"Why couldn't they just take their noses out of my business? This is my life, mine!" I say, agitated.

"As long as you're constantly on the screen of peoples gadgets, your life is not yours. You knew what you signed up for. My advice is that you do not reply to any of these and if you do, be very wise about your comments. Your dignity and reputation is in the balance right now."

"Thanks bro, don't know what I would have done without you."

"Go ahead and mention it. By the way, my crib tomorrow, right?"

"You got it."

"Hold on, what about the girl from the mall? I want all the juicy details."

"There's no juicy detail. She left before I had a chance to say hi."

"How did she leave? Did she fly?"

"No."

"Did she disappear into thin air?"

"No."

"Did she.....,"

"Why are you asking me these questions?"

"Because I'm wondering why your sorry ass didn't follow her outside."

"Was I supposed to do that? Wouldn't it seem creepy?"

"Jesus!"

I can almost see Ibrahim face palming right now.

"You're hopeless. Good bye."

Click!

*****

There's no way I am going online without eating something first which is why I am currently heading to the kitchen to go make pasta.

After about thirty minutes, my pasta is ready and I take my plate to the dinning alongside my phone.

My notification is not in the least smiling. One was most worthy of clicking.

Facebook

Ibrahim tagged you in a comment on NaijaAmebo.coms post.

Click!

Ibrahim Audu

Alex, check this link out.

I click on the link and it directs me to the blog page which had my story. The headline was the first blow.

YOUTUBE CELEBRITY, ALEX AJAYI, SPEAKS ON HIS SEXUALITY. 

I don't know if I am under amnesia, but I cant remember doing that.

Today, one of our reporters bumped into the famous YouTube Celebrity, Alex Ajayi of Colors of the Sun, at I.C.M and he granted us an exclusive interview where he confesses to have winked at a guy. It is no news that he dated only once around the time he was in the university and since then, he hasn't been in any relationship, or that which we know of.

We all know that Nigeria's stand on homosexuality is rigid: a big fat NO. Maybe the social media figure has under the noses of everybody been engaging in gay activities due to this. When asked to clarify, he stated that it was none of our business. This is one of the greatest signs of admitting to an accusation. Over decades and centuries, it has been known that when one evades answering a question, it is either he is guilty or there's more to the story than meet the eye.

Come to think of it, his channels title is "Colors of the Sun." We all know that light from the sun can be polarized into all the colors of the rainbow and the rainbow has been one of the biggest representatives of homosexuality. Does this tell us anything or could it be a mere coincidence?

Drop your views in the comment box.

Oh shit!

In the comment section, I see very nasty comments and a few ones where people, arguably my subscribers, have stood by me and were vouching that that wasn't my personality.

Also in the comment section, I see links to other blogs which had a similar thing or worse to say. Only a few talked about the other parts of that interview: my success story, the book or Adejo's threat.

Every other blog was going for the big fish.

At this point, I couldn't have been more disappointed in the new media, though I am a huge part of it.

Many people had warned me before I ventured into the new media professionally about this and like I told Ibrahim, it was expected to happen sooner or later.

One thing I know for sure; this is only a phase and it will pass as swiftly as it came. Someone else would do something newsworthy and take my place at the headlines.

I continued through my social media handles, seeing people in a battle over what they believed or didn't believe and I made sure not to comment.

Adejo too had taken advantage of the situation and had gone on his channel to make a video about me, saying things even his grandfather was not certain about.

I have lost about ten thousand of my subscribers in less than four hours and I was down to thirty five thousand plus.

These are setbacks, yes they are, but whoever succeeds without them?

Tomorrow, Ill go over Ibrahim's and well have our bro-time: drinks, movies and games, and I would forget about all these. For now, I need to go out to clear my head, but first, I send an email to A.B.J, requesting an interview with him on my channel.

My only hope is that the recent saga wont inform his decision negatively.

I decide to visit the bar across town for a few bottles. I normally don't drink when something is bothering me but I just feel the urge to be there.

Maybe the soft country music they are known for playing would calm me down.

I grab my jacket and head out the door. I call Ibrahim if he is up for a night out at the bar but he says he is too tired and that he was preparing for our hangout tomorrow. Like there was anything to prepare.

Inside the bar is cool as usual from the standing air conditioner that worked tirelessly on end. People are swinging to the music on the dance floor. Some in pairs, others alone.

The bar is painted in red and black, not like a Gothic scene but in a more welcoming manner. There are disco lights spiraling on the dance floor and two couches adjacent to the bar itself where there is a couple chewing at each others lips.

As I make my way to the bar itself, which has two bartenders; a male and a female, I see a familiar hairdo on someone. It is so striking and got me fixated until she turns to look at something behind her. Then it clicked. It is the same girl from the mall.

Maybe it is my lucky day after all.

Take in deep breaths Alex, you can do this. You can prove to the world that you are not gay. Deep breaths, one step at a time.

A/N: thanks for reading.

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