Falling For A Fan [BxB]

CHAPTER THREE (Part 3): Saga

The time is twelve thirty as I arrive at Ibrahim's front door.

The house is in a mess as expected and after opening the door, he returns to the front of the TV.

I scan the living room and as always, realize how much typical this house is of Ibrahim.

There are no couch pillows- which according to him, should be found only in spinster or family homes- the curtain that used to be cream is now tilting towards brown.

There was no dining, though that isn't necessary, I only have one because that was how I grew up. The walls are painted brown and you could see a large wall paper of hip hop stars on the wall behind the longest couch.

On the TV, a documentary on sharks is playing on Nat Geo Wild and he is apparently not interested.

The appearance of Ibrahim's face is one of the most misleading things you could ever come across. Shiny, peaceful, handsome-scratch that-ok, and one would think that he had always been fortunate and had lived a luxurious life, not knowing that beneath that smile, he had gone through hell.

At the age of ten, he lost both parents to a motor accident as they were relocating from Zaria to Lagos. As a matter of fact, of the twenty two persons seated in the bus, he was the only survivor.

He was put in a foster home where he had a very bitter childhood. Not from his environment because Survivors Foster Home, Iganmu Lagos, did their best to give him a good life, but from the inside. He wondered why the universe would take away the people that mattered most to him.

On a very uneventful day, one of the nuns that took care of the children, having noticed how he was living without actually doing so, sat him down and got him to open up. According to him when he told me these stories in our second year, that was a turning point.

A turning point much more due to her ability to listen attentively to what was and wasn't said. They became close and she showed him the good there was to living.

When he turned eighteen, he escaped from the home and lived in the streets doing menial jobs. He got through the university on several short term scholarships and today, here he is, munching on a sachet of potato chips like the world is a very accommodating place.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asks.

"Have I grown a mushroom where my goatee is meant to be?"

"Savage as always. How have you been?"

"Alive. Hanging in. bored. Abandoned by my friend who went to the mall without me, should I continue?"

"You know, you make it seem like you need an international passport to get into the mall. If you want to go, you're free."

"You know why I'm pissed; whenever I go with you, you do all the buying."

"Yea, you have all the right to be pissed," I roll my eyes. "Whats the plan for today?"

"OK first, you order food, then we play PES 2017, then we watch Bird Box."

"No way! How did you get it? Its not yet in circulation. Hold on. Hope you don't intend showing me the dubbed version because I've had several opportunities to watch that which I have declined."

"Hold your shit. I downloaded it online though the file is damn large. 3gb."

"OK, after that?"

"We go swimming. When was the last time?"

"I cant remember. Geez, you're a fun machine. You're just what I need right now. Could you imagine what they are saying about me?"

"I was hoping we didn't have to talk about that. The plan is to get your mind off it and that's what I intend to do."

"Yea and guess what?"

"What?"

"I said guess."

"OK, you're about to tell me something."

I roll my eyes.

"David called. You might not know him but he's the guy from the mall whom I winked at. I was just teasing him because he flirted with me and since I'm open minded I didn't get furious. Look where that got me."

"So, why did he call and how did he even get your number?"

"Long story, but he says he wants us to be friends. Can you imagine that? After all he's caused."

"What was your reply?"

"He barely gave me the chance to swallow my spittle before he hung up."

"First, understand this. He is not the cause of all these. He flirted and you flirted back. The media misunderstood and poured shit on you. That's what happened. I know you're angry but you shouldn't take it out on him or put the blame on him.

"Secondly, I wouldn't say you should or should not indulge him, but just be very careful. I smell a rat but we cant be too sure and we don't want to condemn someone before getting to know them."

"Thanks. Though you said you're not encouraging or discouraging anything but it sounds to me like you're actually encouraging."

"You always hear what you want. Just like the media. Can we put this show on the road?"

"Oh yea!"

The show took approximately eight hours and by the time I get back home, I am spent.

I take back what I said last night about there being nothing to prepare for when I called Ibrahim for the night out.

He really showed me what it meant to catch fun. Well I cant be surprised that he has all the time to know the happening places in time.

With a lab of your own and occasional testing of blood and fluid samples, which had on more than one occasion led to new discoveries which he patented and sold to drug producing companies, you had the money and time to enjoy life.

He is a combination of brain and an amazing social life.

On our way home, I disclosed my plans for this Fridays video. I would be sharing with the world my views on what they've been saying about me and answering most of the comments.

He tried to discourage me from doing it but my mind was made up. The more silent I was, the more people would come to the conclusion that I had something to hide.

Even as I hit the bed with so much tiredness, I am happy that things would soon go back to normal and all my problems would be gone. Little did I know that the events of the next few weeks that would define who I am and would become started today.

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