Broken Pieces Episode 1

BROKEN PIECES (episode One)

Ore

“Babe, we need to talk” were the last words I heard before the stupid network began to mess up, as usual. I was already on my way to his house, so I didn’t even bother calling back to inquire more about what we needed to talk about; although he sounded rather serious on the phone.

Damola, hmmn, he was my heartbeat, my first and I was going to make him my last. I remember the first day I met him. He had actually walked up to me and complemented my shoes. Oh that portentous day! I was mesmerized. I went to shop for those exact pair of shoes but in different colors, so he won’t say I’m repeating shoes, hehe. After the complement, I’m like thank you and I don’t give him a second look. Then he asks “Where did you get them?” Then I grudgingly turned over to look at the beauty that was staring at me. (It was like slow motion) The words “thank you” were too heavy to pass through my mouth. I felt numb. I raised my head subtly and said “Prince… I choked, Princess’ pride, it’s a store on the island…”

He was tall, dark skinned and there was something about him; from that day, I knew that we had something special. So, fast forward a couple of weeks, I discover Damola is actually Damola ‘Stunner’. Yeah, one of the most popular guys in school at that time. I just always heard his name, but never actually met him. I definitely saw a couple of pictures, albeit none did justice to what he really looked like physically. Damn, this guy was hot! He had the complete six packs *don’t even try to wonder how I found out.* He was a complete charmer; he loved me and I loved him even more. I could die for him…

PS: I can’t wait to get to his house; I’m praying now, I think he’s going to pop the big question *winks *fingers crossed.

Damola

So there’s this girl that I’ve been dating for quite some time. Well, since my third year in the university. We should have been together almost three years now. Sorry, I’m lying, six years. (if you know me and you are reading this, just shut up). Okay, the thing is: I’m more like Mr. Play boy rather than Mr. Loverman, so being with a babe six years, that’s a feat.

Okay, not to brag, I’m that dope, dapper, fine boy you’d always hit on, as long as you are a lady please. You need proof? The babe I was telling you about, her name is Ore. She was the hottest babe in school that time. God sure must have spent some extra time on her. Omo, the babe carry everthing; And her face was the true definition of beautiful *whew* I’m sure I haven’t even done her justice. All my friends then, were on her ‘p’, but like other girls, she would form and turn them down. So after much rehearsals and faithfully carrying out my “Salami” tactics on her, I decided to finally ask her out, hoping she won’t “nicely” turn me down like all those other stupid girls (*sniffs* I’m not angry). But really, some girls can be rather annoying, even ugly girls go dey form’

Anyway, my babe was a sure one, so she saved me the stress of asking her out. She asked me instead. I’m still yet to recover from the shock I had when I heard “Damola, will you be my boyfriend?” It was far from what I expected from a top-notch feminist.

That began our ‘love’ story which sadly ended some weeks back. I’m not a shallow guy that deals with the externals, but I can’t just fathom where all Ore’s sexiness and good looks went to. I can’t deal mehn. She looks like all these S.U girls now; be killing a nigger’s vibe with spirit, fire and church banter. So here’s the thing, I broke up with her some weeks ago (or maybe not), as my dear really doesn’t seem to get all the hints I’m trying to pass across to her. Anyway, yours truly has prepared an official break up speech/poem to be delivered to her today. So I’m trying to call her now but the network is acting up…

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