A Story Of Deceit

Episode 14

All through that day at Yemisi’s house, my
mood changed, what really got angry was
the discovery that Yemisi’s message from
Dayo came few minutes after Dayo texted
me the previous night . She couldn’t reply
the message that night because, she was
asleep. Yemisi noticed I wasn’t happy, she
asked me severally what the problem was, I
forced out a smile and told her, I just wasn’t
happy. We had tea and bread for breakfast
that morning after I finished my chores.
Later that afternoon , I sat on her bed, she
said she was going to prepare lunch, I
volunteered to help her but she refused. I
stared at the phone on her bed, I
remembered the text from Dayo, my heart
was broken, it’s not like my mind didn’t
warn me but I ignored it and I lost my
chastity to that jerk, ‘Dayo’. ‘How could he
be so heartless, wicked and self-centered?’,
I thought as I almost cried. I didn’t want to
start imagining the number of girls he sent
text messages to that same night. I lay on
the bed, a pool of tears formed in my left
eye. I closed my eyes and little drop of tear
fell from my left eye. I refused to open my
eyes anymore to prevent tears outburst, I
closed my eyes and allowed sleep take the
lead.

I woke up few minutes past 6:00pm because
of Yemisi, if she hadn’t woken me up, I
would have probably still slept more.

‘Uwanah, wake up and eat your food, it’s
cold and it’s getting late ooo’, Yemisi said
softly. I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see
them but from the peppery feel in it, I knew
they’d be red which meant I still needed
more sleep. There was no way, I would
sleep there, I got up with vigour ignoring my
tiredness. The sun wasn’t as bright as I
expected, I knew I had overslept, I just didn’t
expect it to be evening yet. I checked the
time and it was 6:00pm, ‘aarrrrrrrgh’, I yelled
frightening Yemisi, I wanted to blame her for
not waking me up sooner but I held my
peace, I wasn’t going to take her friendly
attitude for granted. ‘Okay, eat before you
go’, she said. ‘I’m not hungry, it’s already
late’, I told her. She said, she would get
angry , if I refused to eat. I knew there was
no way, I would leave her house without
eating and time wasn’t on my side. I made a
proposal to put it in a small plate or cooler
for me and surprisingly, she agreed.

I walked home as fast as I could, it was
dark, I walked past the farm and there was
no one there, I was glad, I wouldn’t have to
speak to anyone. The thoughts of my
actions with Dayo the previous night,
engulfed my thoughts once more, I felt used,
betrayed and fooled by Dayo. I had plans to
visit my mum’s shop but with the way my
mood was, talking to anyone wasn’t an
option. I got home, took my bath and started
eating the meal I brought from Yemisi’s
house, the meal tasted really bad, as usual,
very peppery but I just had to manage it.

I remembered, I forgot to buy airtime again,
‘mtcheeew’, I hissed, ‘why did I forget?’, I
blamed my self till I remembered, the only
numbers on my phone were that of Dayo’s
and Yemisi’s and I didn’t need to call either
of them, so, buying the call card could wait.

I thought of how lucky Dayo was that I
didn’t set my eyes on him that day. ‘I for
wound…..’ , my speech was cut short by a
phone call from Dayo. ‘This guy get mind
sha ooo’, I said laughing hysterically. He
called continually but I ignored all. He sent
three or four text messages, their contents
were full of long writes begging me to reply.

I didn’t have airtime to reply and even if I
did, I didn’t plan to respond.

I was almost through with my dinner when
Dayo knocked, ‘Uwa’, Uwa’, Dayo yelled,
while I ignored him, I knew if I went outside,
I’d probably injure him. I kept on eating my
meal as he kept on calling out for me
effortlessly. He noticed, I would not answer
him, then, he stopped. I heard nothing for a
while, I thought he had quit and for his own
safety, I prayed he had gone home. I was
wrong, he began gabbing out lies about how
I was the only girl in his life, it was too
much for me to handle. I ran outside
aggressively with the spoon I was eating
with, ‘this boy is wicked, how could he still
be trying to deceive me? ‘, ‘get out!’, I
screamed in rage and threw the spoon at
him. I was so angry about his pretentious
attitude, I didn’t say anything to him, I went
inside, I didn’t want him to decode the fact
that I had found out about his games, I
wanted to catch him red-handed. He
complained for several minutes about the
pain I had caused him and he left.
I started regretting why I kept Dayo as a
secret from Yemisi. I’d have probably been
able to warn her about him. She was a nice
girl who deserved to be treated properly and
not to be deceived by a nitwit like Dayo. If I
told her all about Dayo and everything thing
I knew, I feared she would see me as a
betrayer or someone who was jealous. To
avoid any misunderstanding between Yemisi
and I, I kept it to myself.

At Mr. Soji’s residence the next day, both
Mr. Shola and Soji were not at home. Yemisi
kept on talking about Dayo, she showed me
all their chat on what seemed like a mystery
to me, the social network, facebook. Yes!,
Dayo was an evil guy, the same night he
came to my house begging, was the same
night he sent all those messages to Yemisi
that made her fall head over heels in love
with him. Dayo was not even aware that I
worked in Yemisi’s house, much more,
seeing all his texts to Yemisi. I looked at
Yemisi with pity, when I went through all the
text messages on my phone from Dayo and
deleted them all to prevent Yemisi from
seeing them. ‘Uwa, Uwa’, she called
excitedly. I knew it was because of Dayo
but I wasn’t expecting what she was about
to say. ‘He’s coming, he’s coming’, she said,
‘who’s coming?’, I asked, ‘Dayo, of course
na, I gave him directions to come and he
said, he’s on his way, the only problem is
you might have to leave early today because
I told him, I have a friend who works in my
house and he said, he wouldn’t be
comfortable , if you stayed around’, she
explained. ‘Yes, okay’, I replied, it was her
house, I had no choice, though I would love
to see what would go on between them.

He was due to come in two hours, I finished
my chores on time, I wanted to leave when
Yemisi pleaded with me that I had to wait
with her till he arrived and I had to choose
something nice for her to wear. I consented
with a big grin, It was a plus for me, I would
be around when Dayo arrived, I couldn’t wait
to see the look on his face when I opened
the gate for him. An hour later, Yemisi was
still selecting clothes, ranting about the
ones that suited her complexion and the
ones that gave her fitting. ‘Shebi, na
because you get plenty clothes, me wey no
get reach ten nko?’, I mocked in my
thoughts. I thought Yemisi was a psychic
because immediately I thought of clothes,
she said, ‘ehen, Uwa, I have so many
clothes, I don’t wear anymore, I could give
them all to you, if you don’t mind’. ‘Why
would I mind? ‘, I asked her smiling, I didn’t
have to worry about the size of clothes, she
had almost same physique with me. We both
laughed about my question and she
promised to put the clothes in order before
the next day to enable transfer to be done
to me in a neat way. I thanked her, not just
for the clothes but for everything she had
done, since I met her.

Eventually, she found a lemon green shirt
and black jeans which really suited her fair
complexion. We both went out to the sitting
room to wait for Dayo. She was gisting me
about the numerous guys disturbing her on
facebook, when her phone rang. I knew, It
was obviously Dayo, two hours had elapsed
already and I was right, it was Dayo. She
answered her phone and he ended the call
immediately with quick words of, ‘I’m here’.
‘Dayo’s here’, she said nervously, ‘relax na, I
said almost angry, because she was getting
worked up over a jerk like Dayo. I told her, I
would leave immediately he entered, so, I
persuaded her to follow me to the gate with
the assurance that coming out to meet him
would instill little courage in her but my
plans were for Dayo to see me open the
gate. We got to the gate, I opened the gate,
Dayo opened his eyes wide enough to see if
it was really me and he did the most unwise
thing that day, ‘Uwanah’, he called my name.
‘you know Uwa?’, Yemisi asked looking
perplexed. ‘What will this goat tell this girl
now?, ode’, I asked myself and cussed
beneath my breath.