Warri Boy in London - S01 E08

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Warri Boy in London - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

Uncle Efe's POV

“You’re dead today Enita!! Really dead. Who sent you? God! What will be going on this woman’s mins now.” I snapped, after reading the silly message Enita sent to her.

Yeah. I really love Bella but confessing my feelings for her now is way too fast.

“Uncle, you said you’re shy to confess your feelings to her through message what if you guys do face to face talk, you will be blushing and nearly pee like a year old baby.” He snorted with laughter.

Seriously?

“Wait! Am sure she has seen the message, let wait for her reply.” Enita added, with a chuckle.

Enita has really killed me.

My phone beeped and my heart skipped a beat. I was just too nervous to read the message sent.

Finally, I got to read it. Out to Enita’s hearing.

“Efe, I never knew you had feelings for me. I thought we are mere friends. Truth be told, I have feelings for you too. And I will be happy to be your woman forever. I love you.” I read, smiling at the love sticker she sent to me.

Should I leap for joy or what? I wasn’t ready for this. Enita caused this. Though I really need a wife now.

I need to have kids who will call me father.

“Uncle, uncle, you see. I was right, she has feelings for you. Oya, salute me like that?” He said and I hit him playfully.

“Uncle don’t kill me for my mama and papa. When is the woman coming self? Or I should help you ask her again?” He grinned, and that made me threw a glare at him.

“If I slap you, you will see zebra with two heads.” I huffed and walk to my room.

Enita's POV

I sat down on the couch with a grunt, I took my phone and my lips stretched into a smile when I saw Mimi’s phone number.

“Sugar are you asleep? By this time of the day? I know the house is boring for you. Should I come and visit you there?” I typed a message and sent it to her.

I expected her not to reply quickly. Am getting in her nerves. Whatever.

My phone vibrated and I read the message that came in. “I don’t need you around, it gonna make it more boring. Don’t disturb me with your silly messages” She replied and I scoff.

“Sugar, am not disturbing you. Shey be you’re my sugar, am expecting you in my hospital tomorrow.”

“Arrgggh! Really going to see that ugly face of yours. Did you know you’re ugly?” I read and o squeezed my face.

Really? Me that is the most handsome boy in my community. In the whole Warri, Nigeria.

“Even with that ugly face of mine, I still kissed you with my lips. Our face staring at each other. Remember?” I answered.

“You’re so silly Enita, don’t try nonsense with me. That burnt lips of yours.”

“Burnt lips ke? This lips is made in heaven. Original lips. Not fake, not photocopy lips. Honey lips. Is this pink lips you’re calling burnt? Don’t say it again.” I read the message over again and cackle before sending it to her.

She didn’t reply the message for hours and I dropped the phone. Eagerly waiting for her reply.

………………………………………..

Next Day…

I woke,yawned and noticed that I was on the couch with my beside me. Can’t believe I slept in the living room.

I got up and walk to my room to get ready for today’s activities. Especially meeting Miss sugar.

Really gonna disturb the daylight of her.

I took my bath so quick and wore a new navy blue suit and a black trouser with a black shoe. No tie.

I combed my hair, took my phone and the d--n suitcase that looks like a small coffin. I hate the suitcase, I don’t know why uncle had to buy it for me.

I don’t even know what to put inside. I dropped it back and took it again then finally drop it. It of no use.

I took a quick look at the mirror before going out. My uncle was in kitchen but I guess I can’t have breakfast now.

I want to be the first person to reach the hospital so they will…..They will what self?

Whatever!!

I got into the car that was given to me. And am really a good driver. I don’t need to tell you how I knew how to drive.

I drove the car out of the compound to the highway. I was maintaining the speed limit. Then, there’s this one hell of a traffic again.

Arrghh… Whenever I have plans, sure It must get ruined.

Suddenly, I heard a big bang at the back of my car. Someone had hit his/her car with mine.

Holy moly!!

I got down and walk to the car, it was just a little scratch. Thank God but the person who hit the car should have come out.

I looked through the glass screen and saw a man or let me say a boy. Not really a boy though. Actually, in his 20s or so.

“You won’t come and apologize for hitting my car?” I yelled.

There’s still traffic. And if not because of this d--n traffic, this wouldn’t have happened.

Finally, the jerk came out and my jaw dropped.

Is this human or what? I think he’s an animal.

Sure he is.

How can someone wear rags and call it clothes. Even vultures and ostriches are better than him. Far far.

“What do youuuu wanttt? Money? I will give youuuu” He said, and blew the bubble gum in his mouth.

Thunder fire you there. See me see trouble oo. See who’s talking like he haven’t eaten two weeks.

“You hit my car and didn’t even come out to apologize and you’re here saying Youu wanntt money? as if I begged you for money.” I fired and fold my arms to my chest.

He starts speaking what I can’t understand. His language I think.

“Hope he’s not saying incantation now? Someone should help me. Later they will say Enita have come again oo” I said, silently.

He was still talking, guys this boy here can rap for his country. Still talking, I eyed him and keep nodding.

I couldn’t talk it anymore.

“Abeg stop!!!! This one that you’re rapping like you drank hot water, see am not here for play play oo. Say sorry and I will leave you” I growled and he continued talking rubbish again.

Ahhh, I said someone should help me.

“Ahh! Stop nah! In fact, whatever you say, back to sender. I said you should stop but you carry on with that incantation of yours.

If I slap you ehh, you will see lion with chicken legs. Your incantation will not work on me oo.

Go and call your people and tell them you’ve meet the king of….” I paused.

King of what self?

“Oga oyibo, just say sorry. This language of yours is freaking me out. Really freaking me out. You don’t understand English right?” O asked.

“I don’t know Englishhh,You do notttt know Frenchhhhh?” He drawled.

I sigh and faced him. “Is that French that will kill you fool. I don’t have time for you. Say S.O.R.R.Y and I will leave you. If you don’t, we will die here today whether people like it or not” I ignored his rantings.

“Sorryyy?” It came like a question and I nodded.

“Say sorry” I demonstrated using my hand to describe it. That he should say that.

“Ohh sorryyyy. Yeah, yeah.” That one isn’t my concern again.

Thank God, he already said sorry, now I can rest and move my car. The traffic is over.

I just pray I won’t get to work late.