LION’S DEN PART 2

The birthday party was over. I slept like a log of wood. I awoke to Benjamin’s call.
“Hello, birthday girl, come meet me at S and P supermarket”.

It took a quick wash and hurried dressing and I was at the supermarket. It was there that my best friend told me the real tale of what had transpired at my birthday party. He narrated how Uche and his gang had intimidated my invitees and robbed them of their belongings.

My ears bled as I listened. I couldn’t fathom the possibility that a friend that I let into my heart could so stab me. I was beyond furious. I was not going to let this matter lie low. This was a slap on my face. Cultist or no Cultist, Uche had no right to abuse my trust.

I was fuming. Benjamin tried to calm me down. “Lower your devil babe”, he said with his right hand rubbing my left shoulder gently.
“Cult boys are deadly”, he warned. I was headstrong. I refused to heed his advice. But then, he still pleaded with me again and again, saying that if I must confront him, I should be kind enough not to divulge my informant. I agreed. We had a deal.
My rage needed to be appeased.

I called Uche up, in my most seductive voice. I told him to come quickly that yesterday’s pictures were ready. I was upstairs in my hostel, recounting the tale to my girlfriends. They were fuming. Remarks and advice flew in from different mouths. “Hmm, that boy is stupid,” one said.
“People, eh, how can he be that heartless, to obtain your own friends? Nawa o”, another remarked. “The guy is hungry!” a friend on the opposite bunk echoed. We had laughed.
Another joined up. “See, Becky, teach that boy a lesson. In fact, report him to school authority.”

I knew that I would not report him. Uche was my friend. I didn’t want him to be rusticated. I would rather give him a firm warning and go on my way.

In less than twenty minutes, Uche came to our hostel, with his friend. He called me and told me that he was waiting at the common room, a visitor’s lounge in the female hostel. My friend, Linda accompanied me in solidarity. She too wanted to give Uche the taste of her tongue.

Uche was all smiles and charms like he wasn’t a dragon beneath the gentle looks.

“Hold your smile”, I yelled. “How could you come to my party and steal from my friends that I invited. Fury was pumping in my veins. I was sweating profusely.

“See, if you want to form cultism, try somewhere else, you hear me, because if you try this rubbish next time, I will report you to the school authority and you will lose your admission”.
Uche was frozen in the spot. His eyes were darting up and about the room. All the girls were staring at him. My loud voice had attracted them. Uche was so humiliated. But I did not stop.

Linda and I called him all sorts of names, voicing out unprintable languages in unguarded manner. When I had exhausted my rage, I eyed him up and down, seizing him up with my eyes as though he was filth. I turned and left him, standing there in the middle of the common room, of the girl’s hostel disgraced.

To be Continued…

With Love!

voicing out unprintable languages in unguarded manner.. Lol. You are simply good, keep it coming.