“Funny thing is how we met. And then the way we connected. If anybody had told me I’d be in a relationship soon, I’d have dou – are you even listening to me?”
Seven watched his younger sister, Angel, frustratingly, as she snores lightly. She sat across him in their living room, as the mid-afternoon rays sneaked through the curtains, highlighting part of Seven’s face.
Angel arched her head sideways until her auburn braids fell, almost covering her entire face. Seven's voice had dragged her out of her light nap. “Oh, you were telling that story again?” She groaned.
“Unbelievable!” Seven dramatically threw both hands in the air. “Imagine, I was demonstrating and using all my theatrical mannerisms to give more details to my true life story just so you could enjoy it, and here you are; sleeping while I perform for the spirits! That's disrespectful!”
“But you've sha told this story to me a hundred times. It already feels like it happened to me.” Angel shrugged, braids resting on shoulders. She wore a pink Hello Kitty blouse, Blue Jeans, and her indoor Crocs.
“Ehn! I didn’t tell it this way.”
“Yeah yeah yeah. You've told me the same story in different ways,” She made air quotes, “So please let’s not do this; I'm bored.” Her eyes showed it. Even her voice. Seven watched his sister yawn carelessly, hands stretched to the back, her chests puffed, warping the inscription on her blouse.
He scoffed, “Fine.” And rested his back on the couch. “Here I am trying to have a conversation with my little sister and she is not giving me attention. It’s alright. I don't blame you, I blame myself.”
This amused Angel, so she chuckled.
“Sev, the reason why you're even here trying to get chummy with me is that your phone is dead. The you that I know? At this time? If there was light you'd be in your room talking to Jane till—”
“It's Janet.” Seven corrected. Silly girl. Such a blabbermouth.
“Yeah, Janet. Sorry.” She watched her elder brother as he sulked. He was genuinely bored. “Uhm, Sev?”
“Yeah?”
“I think you need to get some friends.”
The air changed. “Are you mad? What's that supposed to mean?”
Angel started to protest. “No, that's not what I meant; I think you need friends closer to you; friends closer to home. Times like this when your phone is not available, you could go to their houses and have real conversations.”
Real conversations?!
“Angel.”
She was silent.
“Wherever the hell this is coming from has got to go back. I came downstairs to talk to you and not for you to insult me. I will not take that.”
“I'm sorry bro. It is just that sometimes it is as if she is your only company. What happens when...?” Angel trailed off. She was saying too much.
“What if what happens? Come on Aunty Talkative, finish your statement.”
He knew where this was going. Seven has had similar conversations with his few friends about this.
The talk about his internet lover with whom he was fond of, but he has never met. They have been together for over seven months.
Everyone was so skeptical whenever he relayed his romantic life with a fairly beautiful virtual girlfriend. And there was a reason why.
Seven knew that reason.
Being a Computer Science major in the University of Benin with no active social life in this day and age paints the picture of a young man that spends most of his time playing online games, trolling strangers online with his spare time, and telling anyone unlucky to listen how politically correct he was.
And no girl would want to have anything romantic to do with a boy who is passionate about how aliens have taken over the minds of the world leaders and leading a world of synchronized zombies into mass destruction.
So, Seven was very much involuntarily unavailable.
That was until the day his world collided with hers.
People were arguing on one of Seven’s F******k friend’s controversial posts. Talking about the usefulness of the notches on the recently released smartphones. Seven was on the opposing side. He believed the notches psychologically brought the smartphone users more discomfort than comfort, stripping the fact that it gives the smartphones more depth in aesthetics. However, it was less when it comes to watching movies and a notch has demanded a small yet significant ratio of your screen.
She had dropped an interesting sticker under his comment. Seven noticed it instantly. He also noticed her profile picture. A selfie of a light-skinned young woman with brown eyes, he liked the face he was seeing. She dropped more stickers on the rest of his comments because Seven gave solid facts based on his belief that the target was to improve the smartphone, ensuring that it enhances the user's experience and not limit it
Seven slid into her inbox quickly. Instant introduction. The girl was quick in response too. The friendship kicked off. Within weeks, they became inseparable. Attached. From random talks to deep conversations. Their similar interests were something of an art. Seven was in love. She told him she was too. Why not make it official?
The world felt it.
With the new development, he changed drastically.
His F******k went from sadist memes to romantic poetry. His view of life changed; his GPA jumped the next semester and he became brighter by the hour. Everyone loved the new Seven; his mother was okay with a girlfriend in her socially awkward son's life. On the other hand, his father was so skeptical about the nature of their relationship, but he did well to respect the source of his son's happiness. Sometimes he asked Seven why she never visited.
“She's in Ghana, dad.” He would say. “And won’t be visiting anytime soon. Until she's done with school.”
“And when might that be?” His father had attacked.
“She's in her third year studying ICT. So, in two years.”
“Be very careful, Sev.”
Angel's worries reflected his father’s. Both were very skeptical about the entire relationship but they knew enough to never interfere when someone is in love.
“Like you said in one of your F******k posts: ‘we have no idea what the future holds,’ and that's all I can say. What do I know about adult stuff anyways?” Hearing Angel say those words made Seven's lips curve into a smile.
“Plus I don't want you to slap me. I like my cute face like this.”
“You already talk like a senior sister, you fool.”
“That's because sense is not in age.”
“You must be moving mad!” Seven slapped her back playfully.
Seven collapsed on his bed. The lights were still down. He uncomfortably adjusted the pillow supporting his neck so he could stare directly at the ceiling. The conversation he earlier had with his sister replayed and he dissected the dialogue word for word to find the hidden meanings as it is a habit of his.Remembering what his sister said made him sigh heavily. He wished someone believed in this relationship as much as he did.He fell into a deep sleep after plugging his phone into a socket, hoping that electricity comes back on.So he could talk to the love of his life.***A light haze flickered before two purple-hued entities. Then a sudden warped space appeared where the two hues danced about like two distant fairies. Everything began to move closer before it disappeared. A white room materialized. Someone was inside, wearing a white robe. The floor of the room tore apart, having a form similar to a mischievous grin. It swallowed the fi
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A round of laughter rang in his head while staring into the distance with his phone still in his hand. Seven was not aware of the tears. He remembered the times he spent talking to her — too scared to call her name.It was not even an actual name. All made up. The name. The person. The emotions.They talked about practically everything. How she would tell him about her greatest fears. Losing him topped the list. She had many dreams and one of them was to finally meet Seven and reveal to him the things she believed he was not prepared to know.The idea of withheld information gave Seven a sense of thrill. Anticipation. Of the unknown. The picture was so clear in his mind and it gave him hope for a brighter future. A future with her in it. Getting to touch her every single day. And getting to finally know her. Bare. That future did not seem like forever anymore and Seven enjoyed the moments before it was to come. Nigeria would be heaven, amidst
Okonta Daniel whizzed through Vertical Technologies’ Customer Care unit. He brought his wrist to view to check his timepiece and saw that he was late for the meeting. His colleagues could not help laughing at the comedy of a man as he ran across their cubicles with crumpled files loosely clenched under his left arm, and the other adjusting his glasses.He knew he would have to apologize, once again, for his symbolic tardiness.Normal employees would have lost their jobs if they tried to pull the stunts Daniel pulled. Everyone knew that it was Daniel’s significant skills that kept him in the job.Daniel was panting as he darted up the stairs.If only I had a girlfriend.He practically barged into the room.“I’m sorry, everyone. Sorry for keeping you all waiting.”Grumbles all over the General Meeting Room.The room had a whiteboard mounted on the wall close to the door. The center table was
After three matches, Gentrix was convinced that there was something off about tonight. Half an hour ago she had woken up with phlegm stuck in her throat which she rushed to the bathroom to spit out.The sleep was long gone so she decided to play FIFA on her PlayStation 4 console. Of which she’s been losing to Madrid woefully. Ball possession was not in her favor. Not only had Madrid smashed her with four goals, but they had also taken a 65% ball possession.Gentrix dropped her gamepad in frustration and groaned.Just as she rested her head on both her palms, her phone came to life.It was a specific alarm, different from her normal iPhone ringtone.Jaden Smith’s “U” rang to life, and that tone was assigned to only one contact.Only him.Gentrix picked up the phone and stared at the screen.3 NEW UNREAD MESSAGES.She unlocked her iPhone to check who the message was from.Him.
NEW MESSAGE (6)The laptop screen came to life when Milkos was removing his shorts. He was just coming back from the Akara joint two houses away from his, where he went to get breakfast. He opened the messages as he was munching on a piece. The message was from an unknown contact on WhatsApp. As he read the contents of the message, his eyes widened.This is too good to be true. Finally. He mused.He minimized his WhatsApp Web and opened his Tracking Software.And got back to work, stuffing the remaining Akara inside his mouth.****Unlike Wale, this was Seven’s first time inside an Interrogation Room. The closest to this he had ever been was on one of the many crime dramas he followed on Cable Television. Those had one-way monitoring rooms guise as mirrors, lights everywhere, an iron desk, and a chair for the suspect.But this one was dimly-lit, four chairs, an old table with the edges brazed
“W- w- what do you mean by ‘David is a computer’?” the entire room started to spin around Seven. He stared at this man with his irritable grins. Wishing he had never embarked on this in the first place. Now sitting beside a chronic lair and staring into the dangerous eyes of their abductor, he wished he had stayed home.Olalekan removed his suit and draped it around his chair. The tension brought the heat. Heat brought sweat, he hated to sweat. He has had a lot of successes across his entire life but he has never come close to achieving anything with children or teens which is why his long line of children gadgets and gaming software were managed by his partners.Kids are energy-consuming. The only energy he wants to be consumed is the one that is exhausted during one of his numerous heated one night stands. Not by an emotionally, mentally, psychologically underdeveloped human.The boy looked like the confusion and the impen
Firstbank, Lagos.Yaba Branch.Since crowded places made him nauseous, Milkos did not flinch when he got sandwiched into the stuffy Transaction Area of the banking hall. He had come to deposit some cash. The line of people on the deposit queue was almost fifteen feet long. So he opted for a cold cup of water from the dispenser while waiting for the queue to be decongested.When it was finally his turn to perform his transaction, he walked up to the counter, smiled at the beautiful bank representative and slid his fat wad of a thousand naira notes across it, the rep took the money and counted with the machine.While she was busy shuffling the cash and recounting, he placed a black square micromagnetic device on the slab, finger-flicked it. He aimed for her System Unit which fortunately for him was propped on the same desk where the Monitor sat.The device silently stuck to the System Unit.Milkos was delighted.The light-skinned repres