You should have stayed home today. Basking in the warmth of the hundred dollar duvet, Deola left you. You’d smile and remember watching Netflix rated rom-coms would have been a better way to enjoy your first off day, since the divorce. Her question “Did you ever love me?” still lingers in your head. Kaniye Kaniye, Kaniye.

The young lady who Jimi- your medical doctor of a brother hooked you up with reminds you of your name and the reason you’re here. She’s dark eyed, her wig is laced, so she looks prettier. But you struggle to care. Your Prakas, beneath your legs, have left you no choice. “Yes.” You mutter something seeing that she has been running her lips all day,

“Have you been listening?” Her gawky eyeballs make you sour, as it searches for yours, making you uneasy. You take a glance at her boobs and with the way she’s sited, she’s quite curvy, taking your gaze away from a fading face card. All these you take into consideration before emulating one of your all time Kevin Hart scenes in Wedding Ringer.

“Where did you get such pretty eyes from?” You ask, setting her off-guard. The bar man- Seni, aids you with Dotti’s carry me go. Then the Unexpected happens.

“Don’t tell me you’re falling for that?” You pause, noticing the fork left in Efua’s lips and the new figure beside you.

“Falling for what?” You snare, going defensive

“Your cheesy lines, Kaniye.” You sigh, the Intruder winks in response. “Who’s this weapon fashioned against me today?”

“Who is she?” Efua shrugs, turning to you. “Why are you asking me?” you want to say, but your prakas takes charge.

“No one important.” You smile.

“Let’s get out of here,” You say, ignoring Deola, your Ex Wife. You catch Seni’s grin, as you both step out of the bar.

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