Dial - Season 1 - Episode 84

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 84

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Nana b0s0mba stepped closer to me.
“I’m leaving now, Mr. Biko,” he said gravelly. “I hope you heard me. You can do your selection after we leave. Now, what you’re feeling right now, so impotent and abused, so angry and bitter…that was what Akos felt, and more, before she took her life. Ponder on that, Mr. Biko!”

He walked after his sister. The evil hands still held me, and I gazed at him impotently as he moved away, unable to ask the question on my heart.

D--n you, Nana b0s0mba! What happens if none of those five women forgives me?
I couldn’t ask the question because of the evil hands holding and gagging me, but he stopped suddenly, and turned toward me, and his face was absolutely stone-cold and harsh.
“Then you die, Mr. Biko…you die of old age,” he said calmly. “That’s the answer to your question.”

He had heard me!

The d--n bastard had heard my question, the one in my d--n head!

I watched impotently as he followed his sister out.

Several minutes later, the evil hands left me, and I could move.


“Dedeeeeee!” I screamed as I began to run toward the doors, and straight outside, screaming my head off.


“Dedeeeeeee! Dedeeeee ! Dear Lord, oh, Dedeee!”
I went outside, but they were gone!
I stood there dejectedly in deep anguish, feeling crushed to my very core!
So, that was it.

I went back to my living-room, and I called her number over and again, but her phone was switched off. I left several voice notes on her phone, and sent her messages on WhatsApp.
Now that was really something!

Yao Biko? Grovelling before a girl? That was previously unheard of! I dumped girls! I used them, messed them up, set them up on my Dial List with their photos and videos, and then faded out of their lives!

They would call and keep calling and I would just turn off my PimpFon – that particular phone with the number I only gave to girls I wanted to sleep with – or simply ignored the calls. Sometimes, I gloated when the incessant calls came through, especially if the particular girl had given me a tough time before giving in.

Sometimes, I listened to voice notes of girls weeping, begging to see me for just one second, telling me they would allow me to have as many girls that I wanted if only I would let them be a part of me…and I laughed as I gloated and puffed myself up for being the King of the V!

Yes, that was the Yao Biko I knew, the Yao Biko I respected!

Not this new one that was beginning to disgust me!

I couldn’t sit still for even a few minutes without thoughts of Dede smashing me off my feet. The phone was near me because I kept thinking she would have a change of heart, and come back to me, and let me explain why I couldn’t speak because of the evil beings her brother had used to gag me.

I checked my WhatsApp and text messages. Every ring of the phone sent my heart beating, hoping it was a sign that Dede was back to me.
What the hell was happening to me?

I barely knew her! We had spent just one glorious night together! There had been women I had chased for days, weeks, even months before sleeping with, women I had come very close in contact with, and roamed the town with.

But I hadn’t missed any of them! As soon as I got between their thighs, that was it for me! All interests in them just faded into oblivion, never to be rekindled again!
So why now?

Why was I feeling so bad within, so incomplete, so much in desperate need of Dede Nortey of Wowo, sister of that dastardly bastard? On several occasions, I almost got out of the house to go and search for her, but I was scared she might come back and not meet me at home, and so I stayed and called and sent messages.

And then, ever so slowly, it began to dawn on me…was this what I had made some girls go through? Akos, Akushika, Deirdre, Julie, Naseem, Evangelina, Zeena – endless names in my endless lists of sexual conquests…was this what I had done to them? What was this deep feeling of pain that just wouldn’t go away? Was I feeling the famous blues that I had never believed existed?

Was this what love was all about? How would I deal with such great pain, such helplessness?
I made myself some noodles, but they tasted horrible, nothing near the exquisite delicacy that Dede had prepared for me, but I imagined her with me, and forced myself to gulp everything down.
Afterwards, unable to take the pain and distress any longer, I went to the rooftop with ice and bottles, and got roaring drunk. I might have fallen into a deep sleep, because when I woke up it was very dark…and my phone was ringing!

I scrambled for it, and my heart leapt with pure bliss when I saw I was Dede. Trembling, I slid the button to receive the call.
“Dede!” I groaned with despair. “Oh, Dede! Why are you doing this to me? I couldn’t speak because your brother…he did something to me! He made some d--n beings hold my mouth and my body shut!”
She laughed gently, but even through the phone I could feel her deep pain.
“Oh, Yao!” she said quaveringly. “Yes, he told me you would definitely pick my call when you know he’s not around me, and that you would definitely blame him for your rejection!”
“Oh!” I said, my head breaking. “Is that what your brother said? Oh, Dede, Dede! Please, for just this once, for just this second, believe me! He shut my mouth with those d--n things! Why would I lie to you about a thing like that?”

“Because you lied to me, told me my name wasn’t on your list, but it was!” Dede said sadly. “I really care for you, Yao.”
“Then come back to me!” I shouted into the phone. “I can’t eat, I can’t breathe, I can’t function ever since you walked out, Dede! D--n, I don’t know this feeling, please! It is alien to me! I can’t believe that there are millions of women in the world, but the absence of only one – your absence – is tearing me up like this, killing me like this! Oh, please, just come back!”

She was silent for a long time, and when she spoke, I could almost feel her tears washing down from the telephone at me.
“I wish I can believe you, Yao,” she said tremulously. “I wish I can trust you again…but I can’t! Just called to say goodbye, Yao!”

“Goodbye?” I shouted. “It will never be goodbye between us, Dede! I need you! I haven’t needed any woman in my life, but I do need you! Fu*k love, Dede…because love doesn’t mean sh*t, but I do need you! N-E-E-D!!! Need! Please, I beg of you, come back here, let’s talk! I got drunk on the roof. I’m all alone! The house is too big! Everything about it reminds me of you! If this is love, then I love you, Dede! Please, come back to me, please!”

She was quiet for a long time, and when she finally spoke she was weeping inconsolably.
“I…I’m so…so-sorry, Yao!” she stammered. “I’m at the airport, leaving the country, and I’m not ever coming back! I’m going to Nigeria first to visit an aunt, and after a week I’ll continue to further my education on that scholarship I told you about. Goodbye, Yao.”

“Noooooooo!” I thundered down the phone. “Dedeeeeeee! Nooooooo!”
“Yes, Yao, yes!” she cried. “Oh, how I wish I can believe you! How I wish I can trust you! But I can’t! You hurt me bad! Just remember, pick five women on your list…the five you know are kind enough to forgive you! I wish I were a part, but alas, Nana said I can’t be a part. Yao….”
“Stop it, stop it, stop it, Dede!” I cried in anguish. “Please, don’t do this to me! You want us to get married? Come to me right now and we’ll find a church and get married this night! I need you that much! Dede!”
“Goodbye, Yao!” she groaned and the line went dead!