Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

Newsflash… So Naza has officially found a new boyfriend.. Hehehehehe.

I’m not laughing shaa, they have tears of Joy, i wonder if they also have Laughter of pain.

I have been so frustrated that i getting lean day by day, though i try not to show it, its very hard to miss. She seemed to be happy or she was pretending to be. Each night, after my usual section with Amara {i wonder why that girl never carry belle for me}, i would cry myself to sleep. I tried getting myself busy with some other girls to see if it would uplift my spirit but for where, it just downlifted my pocket.
“So, you finally found someone better” i had asked her as we talked on the phone one night like that.
“Not exactly better, but someone i think i like, someone that is willing to let go of other girls for my sake” she said, she sounded so sweet i wished she was saying that rubbish lying on my bed.

“And you suppose i can’t do that for you?”
“Its very obvious you can’t, Chinecherem you were even sleeping with your own relation, tufiakwa gi” she said with a bit of laughter in her voice while i shockingly wondered how she knew i was drilling Amara.

I wasn’t going to admit easily.
“What do you mean sleeping with my relation? Where did you get that?”
“Chinecherem swear you weren’t sleeping with Amara”
“Where did you hear that silly nonsense” i was becoming defensive
“Well, she told me, apparently she loves you more than I do and i think you should continue, one day your cup will overflow, maybe you will impregnate your lecturer”
When Naza wants to frustrate you, she spares nothing. She tried her best in flaunting the new guy to my face. He was cute, i mean he had the money to maintain those features that made one look classy, not that he was cuter than I was but his pocket made it look so.

Naza had introduced him to me as her “Prince Charming” and introduced me as her “Street Guy”. The stupid niggarr had smiled and extended his hand, i shook him and left without saying any other word. Naza called me later that day and her voice so much reeked of guilty conscience, i wasn’t smiling though. She talked all through and i just gave her cold replies.
“Street guy ke” this girl wicked gan not even ex.

I was pained for a very long time but i can’t complain, he drove a 2014 range and i drove my father’s 2012 range rover when he’s not around to use it which rarely happens. So she has the right to flaunt him in my face.

“Guy, how far naa, we no dy see you again” Emeka, Naza’s brother had asked the day we met.

“Your sis don pursue me naa, so who i go dy visit for your side again naa”
“Pursue you how kwa? ”
” she don get new bobo naa and the guy frosh so i don expire like this”
“Who be the bobo? That mumu guy wey dy deceive himself, say him get money but to buy Ordinary Small stout for me no gree am, see, forget all these things naza dy do, na you get am”
“How i go get pesin wey be anytime she wan talk to me, na that guy go be her main topic”
“Guy forget am, she just wan make you dy trip, you suppose come my house one day see as she dy talk about you”

We talked further about her shaa, Emeka reassured me about Naza’s love for me, he could be saying the truth but knowing Emeka and his intentions, he maybe trying to get my sympathy considering the fact that he was eyeing my sister. He is on a long thing.