A LETTER TO MY WIFE (EPISODE 2) by Siloko Oyintari Ben

  

                       

Discarding happiness to get happiness is an Irony that is underrated. I didn't even let the phone ring so much as I tapped the button to receive Nene's call.

Internally, I felt so much joy as I answered the call.

"Hi Tee", Nene responded first.

"Fine, girl", I replied.

"Please can you help me call your mechanic, so he can come and fix the car," Nene asked?

"Yes, Nene," I concurred. 

In my state of confusion, I called her Nene instead of the fine girl because I expected her to call me over to assist her in whatever she wanted or for company.

Nene dropped the call after I assured her that I would call Tony.

The moment Nene hung the call, I called Tony.

As the phone rang, Tony answered quickly,

"OgaTenny, I greet you," Tony spoke in his usual jovial way.

"Bro, how are you? Hope the rain no keep you for house?" I asked Tony

"No o oga, I dey workshop already. I need to work, so I go carry Blessing go BOUNCING STAR this night," Tony responded.

I laughed as I responded, 

"Na enjoyment you dey o, meanwhile, I need you to come carry car for my place."

"OK, oga Tenny, I dey come." He affirmed.

As the call ended, I decided to go and knock on Nene's door to see if I could get a chance to render any service since she didn't invite me when she called earlier.

I took the bull by the horn, using the option of telling her the feedback I got from Tony.

"If the bull horn wan wound me, make e wound me,"

I said to myself as I tapped gently on Nene's door. I heard a masculine voice, but I wasn't sure if it was from the television or the radio inside Nene's sitting room. At this point, I hoped it was the television.

"Yes, who's at the door," the masculine voice responded to the gentle tap on the door as he opened to the door to check.

'Good afternoon,' I greeted.

'Afternoon,' replied the voice.

'I'm looking for Nene, please,' I said

'Nene! Nene! He called. Someone is looking for you,'

He said in a tone Nene heard as he moved back to the couch with the door open as I stood in a sculpted form. I watched him sitting comfortably with his legs lying straight on the sofa and concentrating on the 'Zee World' channel.

(Zee World is an English-Bollywood entertainment pay television channel in South Africa. It was launched on 3 February 2015)

I was already boiling inside of me, so many thoughts on my mind as I began to murmur,

"Why this girl go tell me to call mechanic for her when she get boyfriend for house? Na wa, I don suffer....and see as him dey, grown up man dey watch zee world." At this point, I was jealous as my mind was biased.

"Oh, Tenny," Nene called as she approached the door where I was standing. I wasn't interested in going inside her house anymore because I had no idea who the guy was. Even as she called me Tenny instead of Tee, I wondered if the rain that beat her earlier made her think differently.

"I called Tony already, and he is on his way," I summoned courage in the heat of my annoyance to speak to her without my anger in view.

"Oh, that's nice of you. You should have just called instead of stressing yourself."

As she talked to me, the guy left the sitting room for the bedroom. He was in short and singlet, while Nene was in singlet and short, revealing some points on her chest. 

Thoughts were already running through my head for the second time when I saw what Nene was wearing. I had concluded that the guy had already heated Nene. That's why she wasn't shivering anymore.

"When Tony arrives, I'll let you know," I said as I walked back to my flat, with Nene responding, "thank you, Tenny." 

Watch out for episode 3, to find out to what transpired afterwards.

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A LETTER TO MY WIFE by Siloko Oyintari Ben

 

A LETTER TO MY WIFE

                by Siloko Oyintari Ben

(SOB BOOKs production)

 

The rains had started on a beautiful Saturday morning with dark clouds. I peeped through my window, hoping to have a good view from my apartment on the three-story building along Liverpool crescent in St Abz mini estate. Growing up with dreams was the best part of my life.

The day I moved into my apartment, Flat 5, block A, I fell in love not just with my flat but flat 6, which housed a banker, Nene.

Nene was light-skinned, beautiful, and a figure eight, about 5.9ft tall. She was just a perfect figure of the picture for a woman of my dreams.

The moment I slid my curtains and looked towards the gate of our mini estate, my eyes caught Nene running in from the entrance towards block A, directly opposite the gate.

The buildings were painted in white colours as white colours had always been a beauty to behold. Immediately I sighted Nene, the good Samaritan in me ignited as I left the window for my door, hoping to render any service Nene wanted.

I heard her footsteps approaching as she was climbing the third floor. I had already summarised a way to initiate communication with her.

Nene was already soaked from the rain as the water was drizzling from her gown, and Nene was shivering.

"Oh, sorry, Nene," I began to say those crammed words, and the response returned as anticipated.

"Thank you, Tee," Nene responded, as she called me a different name for the first time. I remembered telling Nene my name was Tenny, and since then, she has been calling me Tenny. However, today, I got a different name. I was joyful because it was a dream becoming a reality.

"Fine geh," why did you return under the rain? What happened to your car? I inquired.

I summoned the courage to call Nene' fine geh' because she had already called me a different name, so it became a situation of preparation meeting opportunity.

"My car developed a fault by Romeo Spot," replied Nene.

(Romeo Spot is a jazz bar by the junction leading to our estate.)

"Don't worry. 

(Tony is my mechanic, a dark fellow skilled in fixing Toyota cars.) After the rains, I'll call Tony to look at it."

"Can I assist you with anything," I asked Nene.

"Not really. If I need your assistance, I'll ring you." Nene responded as she unlocked her flat and entered, leaving me behind.

"Now them never leave me......., they have left me...."

I said to myself as I looked at the gate and developed cold feet, which indicated the mission failed because I had so much fantasy in my head as I had always admired Nene.

I returned to my flat and sat on my blue three-seater couch in my sitting room. This time, I turned on the music player and connected it to the Bluetooth on my phone as I began to play a selected fantastic mix from my phone.

Sunny Neji was playing, and the title was "Still The One...."

Ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Happiness calling as I looked at my phone.

"Wetin Happiness deh call me for na? shey she say she no want me, why she deh worry me?" I muttered to myself as I allowed the phone to ring without answering.

Happiness is a colleague of mine in the Nations Development Organisation. She serves in the Protocol department, while I do in the Documentation department.

She called again, and I ignored her call for the second time as I continued my music.

The thunders were rumbling, and the rain still poured heavily as my phone beeped. It was a text message, and I opened it to see the sender and the content.

It was Happiness.

'Are you home, Tenny? I want to stop by and say hello in the next hour. Kindly respond.'

I responded immediately, 'Sorry, Happiness, I can't take calls right now, and I'm not home. I went to visit my uncle in Bolton Avenue.'

(Bolton Avenue is about 1hr drive from my house. )

'OK, noted. Some other time then,' came the response from Happiness.

Thoughts of Nene were just all over my mind.

Ten minutes after the conversation with Happiness, a call came into my phone. This time, it was Nene calling.

Watch out for the next episode.