The Irony of Life(11)😔😔

THE IRONY OF LIFE (11)😔😔

The chaser and the chased.

Duration: 4mins

Show a girl you don't care and she'll chase you; show her you do and you are in for a long chase—anonymous

Jamani had been chasing girls since his legs could carry him. Be it short or long distances, down the hills or up the mountains, hiding in crags or lurking in holes, he went after his preys. 

Let them run, Jamani will catch them.

He bragged. One wants to think twice before placing a bet against the Kenyan Predator. He was reputed to be the Demon chaser, never lost a chase. But there was this one chase that threatened to strip him of his reputation. Strangely enough, just within the 200m.sq boundaries of a bungalow, Jamani was sweating and panting going after the Tanzanian-Portuguese girl; Vivian.

Over time, he had gained such likeness amongst housemates should he run for governorship, he was sure to win. But not when the one last, determining vote was vivian’s. Since the day he cornered her by the laundry and told her she was such a rare beauty her ancestry could only be from Aphrodite; the sex goddess, her attitude had changed towards him.

Jamani once told a joke that got everyone listening gripping their sides and rolling over with laughter.

“This guy is so funny,” a lady seated beside Vivian said in-between her laughter.

“Really?” expressed Vivian with a countenance as though she had heard a dirge. 

“You call that funny? His jokes are so bland my 4 years old nephew back home would do better,” she added, stood and left their midst.

At a time, a male housemate came announcing, 

“who messed up the last gent to the wall and didn’t flush?”

“It should be that plain-looking kenyan guy,” said Vivian. “Eew.”

Just then, a guy walked in with a pail of water.

“Sorry about that. I had used the place before I realized its connecting water-pipe is blocked,” he said.

Jamani expected an apology. In his dreams. As though nothing happened, Vivian only glanced at him and back to the fashion magazine she was holding.

At another time, they were all watching Cheaters; a reality television series that features couples with one partner who is cheating on the other. A Black-American lady placed surveillance on her cheating fiancé and gathered incriminating video evidences. They watched her confront him at a park while he was making out with another lady in the neighborhood.

“Must men tell lies and cheat?” expressed Vivian. “This one kind of looks like Jamani."

All eyes swung in her direction and were like ‘did she just say that?

Jamani took no offense. He was too old in the game not to understand when a girl is always in the opposition, she is rooting for you. When it appears she dislikes you, she is nursing feelings for you. If she wears a disposition that reads ‘you are the last man I can date' she meant ‘come get me'.

Bring it on girl. It’s a question of time. You will be mine.

He kept on the chase.

Perhaps Vivian would have long given in to Jamani's advances, but there was this shadow that followed him everywhere he went. Wherever you found Jamani, somewhere around there would be Azizah. She was in love with Jamani and was shameless about it. Jamani would be blind not to see or was intentionally ignoring her body language—the winks she threw at him whenever their eyes met, her wiggling back and forth walk in the line of his sight. 

If the mountain won’t come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain.

She began writing ‘I love you' notes and leaving them in places where Jamani would see them. Notes that never got into another hand or seen by a third eye because as soon as he read them, he tore and trashed. 

There was this note he got he couldn’t afford to tear. It hit him so hard it robbed him of peaceful sleep. Azizah stated that if he kept refusing to dance to her tune, she could be forced to blow her horns at the rooftop. 

Jamani must be stupid to have thought she took the risk of planting a camera in Monica's room for no reason. It was payback time. It was either she have him or she have him.

“I knew it could come to this,” said Oreoluwa on seeing the note. “What do we do?”

“Homie, I’ve got no clue,” replied Jamani heaving a deep breath. “Can’t this girl see I have no ounce of feelings for her?”

“Of course she can. Just that she's got loads of it for you. And as you can see, she means business. I suggest you play along till we gain independence from here.”

“I can’t. That would be giving up Vivian.”

“Are you serious about that babe?”

“Dead Serious. I find it hard to concentrate on anything else whenever she is around. Never had a girl gotten into my head that much.”

“Jamani, you don’t seem to know what's at stake here. Monica is in charge of our welfare and everything that goes on in the house, you don’t want to make an enemy of her. And should Steve find out about that recording, we would be thrown out on the street before we realize what hit us, out of job at the factory, and I would consequently lose Mrs. Penelope's job.”

“I know man, I know.”

“Then give Azizah the attention she craves and save us all the trouble.”

There was a moment’s pause in thought during which Jamani struggled with Ore's suggestion.

“Anyway, the choice is yours. I hope you will be smart to make the right one.”

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To be continued same time, next week. Hope you enjoyed the read? Please leave a comment. Thank you.🙏🏻