NELLYI dialed Chike's number for the fourth time, and for that same number of times, he had my call screened. What was he thinking, bouncing my calls?  I tried again for the fifth time and got the same negative response. Why would he break up with me the way he did. It didn't seem like a break up at the time, it was more like a warning, but for about three days now he had been bouncing my calls, giving me all the reasons to believe that it was over between us.It was high time I paid a visit to his house, I wasn't going to stand for a disrespectful break up. At least if he was going to break up with me he should be man enough to say it to my face, not this baby game he was playing. I didn't have anything to get done as Iris was on a weekend trip with her business partner, so I just dressed up and let myself out of my house. I helped myself into my car, it was a red Camry, the last gift I had gotten from Alexander few weeks before our break up. Alexander was the n

CHIKE"How long have you been fucking Iris, your so called boss?" I asked, angry yet anxious as I waited for her response. It took a few seconds before she understood what I had asked her, and her first response didn't serve me any purpose."What do you mean by that, Chike?" "Heck! I spoke English Nelly, not some strange Language!""Chikeeeee!!!" She screamed, threw her bag on the floor and ran head first to where I stood, holding me by my collar she continued " what is wrong with you? Are you sworn to make me hate you forever or what? What is this insane question about?"I shook off her both hands that were on my collar, drew her up by her slender shoulders, such that her eyes were at the same level as mine, then I continued our conversation, more like altercation."Let me rephrase my question. Nelly Okafor, for how long have you been having an affair with the lady you call your boss?" As if possessed by some strange spir

IRIS"Dance with me." Enyinnaya commands, stretching out his arm to take mine. I raised my head just so I could get a good look at his face. His intense dark eyes seem calm and their calm darkness provides me with a kind of calm only the dark provides. Now he's turning me into a poet. I thought and almost smiled but stopped myself. Someone could write a whole book of poetry about Enyinnaya's look, he was that good looking, and he was standing before me, ready to be my man, for just this night, though, I'm hoping a night would be enough to quench my wanton desires for him.Lucky you, Iris, lucky you.He looks at me for a while before going to the fridge. He pulls out a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses, before filling the glasses with the champagne. He offers me a glass and I take it, we make a toast, before sipping from the wine."Mr Amadi, are you trying to turn me into a champagne person?" I asked jokingly."I would if I could, but you are quite a handful, a very stubborn

NELLY "Here we are." Chiamaka says as soon as we reach inside the building of cubana club house. "Gurl" she continues " just because I'm acting like I'm cool with us going in like this doesn't mean I really am, hope you know that?'" How was I supposed to respond, when I had no idea what she was on about. "Chi, what is this about?" I ask."You really don't know? I'm talking about your mood. You've not said anything since you got in my car, and that is very much unlike you, so, I'm really worried."" Oh that. Abeg, I already told you that I am fine, and I really am. There is actually nothing wrong with me. So you have nothing to worry about." I finished, hoping she would give up on trying to get words out of my mouth. But, obstinate Chiamaka wouldn't just give up."No, that wasn't what you told me. You didn't deny having problems, you just said that you weren't ready to discuss it with me yet. So, madam, are you ready to talk

IRISMonday morning had me and Enyinnaya preparing to return back to Nigeria. The night before it had been quite sensational and even more rigorously so, with me, having to constantly remind my heart that it's not supposed to catch feelings, or feel something for Enyinnaya and, also having to remind my body that it must not get used to his touch.Enyinnaya, who didn't seem to have even the smallest idea about my emotional battle, made my war even more difficult with his good loving. I knew he was good in bed since he was the best lay I ever had however, time seemed to have added to his skill making him even better than before. While we loved up, I noticed he paid attention to my body like it was some course of study he needed to write an exam on. He knew where to touch to exert response from me, he made love to me like he knew my body too well, even more than I did. If I wasn't so busy dreaming about the night before while folding my clothes,