'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'

In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

© Dr2103'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'

In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

© Dr2103'What is your story? I want to know the truth behind the lies!' kelechi said with a stern, no- nonsense look. Those eyes that used to show so much love now seemed to speak of so much hatred and disgust. Sweating profusely while weeping all over, I started stammering wondering where exactly to start from; the beginning was always best, i thought.

Back then, when we first met, I was in my second year in the university and I was staying with my aunt who was a single mother of three, living somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle.
I met Kelechi George on Facebook.
It began one Saturday morning with an inbox message which read- 'Hi Sandra, my name is Kelechi George, a 27 year old first class graduate of economics. I work at Mobil as a manager. I would love to know more about you. Please, kindly inbox me your details as well as your BB pin. Thank you.'

Laughing mischievously, I thought he was just one of those 'magas', so I replied, using the same words I had so expertly memorised over the years.
'Hi! It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Sandra Peters- a 20 year old first class graduate of accounting from a prestigious university- who lives at Ikeja. I work at Unilever plc as an accountant. . . ' and other things followed up.
Few weeks later, we exchanged digits and then we got talking. He had a sexy rich baritone voice that got me captivated the very first time we spoke. #talk about falling in love after the first phone call#

After we spoke on phone for some time, he started demanding for a face- to- face meeting. Reluctantly, i agreed to a meeting at a restaurant because truly, a part of me really wanted to see what my potential maga looked like. That Saturday evening, dressed in one of the sexy dinner gowns Tina, my best friend lent me, I made to the restaurant and in no time, I spotted him sitting at the far end of the restaurant. He looked tall and thin as he sat straight with his legs crossed in front of him; I waltzed over to him and after the usual pleasantries, we got talking.

'You look stunning.'

'Thank you. You look fine too.'

Honestly, he looked cuter than fine. He had round brown eyes that seemed to fit expertly into his rectangular face, weird pointy nose and a chiseled chin that reminded me of one of my favourite cartoon characters. He spoke about his family in a way that made me green with envy; it was like they were all scattered all over the country. What if it is all a lie, I thought. After all, we met on Facebook- where everyone said anything just to get noticed! In no time, I began talking about my big non- existent wealthy family too- my parents who lived in the UK and myself- the only child who decided to stay up in Nigeria to catch fun. #if he thought he was the best liar, I was ready to show him a better one#.

Weeks after, he asked me out and I accepted. Though we didn't see each other quite often, we spoke on phone every day, and the more we spoke, the more I fell in love with him.
Everything went on fine until the day he took me over to his parents’ house and introduced me as his wife. The instant we left their mansion at Ikoyi for his house at Ajah, I started fuming and shouting all over.

'How could you Kelz? How could you?! What did you think you were doing over there? Introducing me as your wife? . . '

He just stood there with his two hands folded in front of him. His eyes seemed somewhat sad and misty, but I did not care because I was utterly pissed. I loved him but then, that did not mean I was ready to be his wife just yet. There was still so much left unsaid.
When I realised I was probably over- reacting, I mellowed down and took a seat. Seconds later, he came over to sit beside me, then he started.

'I'm sorry Sandra. I know I should have asked you first but each time we speak, I see a part of you thinking I'm not for real, that's why I took you to my parents house so you'd realise how serious I am about you. Truly, I never thought it would come to this but it has and I just have to live with it. I love you and I want you to be my wife.'

Wife? Marriage? I can't!

My thoughts strayed to how it all began. How I thought he was just one of those lying magas! How I never knew he was going to become such a great part of my life! Where exactly would I begin? But I love him and if I marry him, he'd better the lot of my aunt and her children. What do I do now?
I took one quick look at his gorgeous irresistible face and the next second, I heard myself saying 'I will!' what I was thinking, I don't know. But I hoped, one way or another i'd find a way out of my mess.

Weeks later,
One Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to my last lecture for the day when Kelechi called.

'Hi baby!'

'Hi.' he didn't sound his normal self. I should have sensed something was wrong, but I did not.

'Where are you? I need to see you babe!'

'Um. . . I’m at work. What happened? You sound tensed.'

'That's great! There's an emergency, darling! You know what? Meet me downstairs.'

At that moment, my heart started beating like it was going to fall out.
'Downstairs where?' I questioned confusedly.

'At Unilever, Oregun road, where you work.'

'um, um. . . I, I can't leave now! My boss is around.'

'But darl, it's just for a few seconds! I really need . . '

Pissed out of my mind and scared of what would happen if he found out I was lying, I screamed at him.

'I can't see you now, don't you get it?!'

There was a lull for some minutes before he finally spoke up again.

'Look straight ahead San, what do you see?'

In a myriad of thoughts, I did as I was told, and there I saw him- Kelechi, holding his phone to his ear and staring at me as he walked towards me in strides that showed controlled vexation. I just stood there, shivering; I didn't know whether to move towards him or just stay where I was.

'I'm sorry! Kelechi, I can explain. . . I. . '

'Step into the car . .' he said, gesturing towards my magnum charger, the one he bought for me a week ago.

'Where are we going?' I asked, wallowing in fear and self- pity.

'Your house'. He responded grimly without looking at me. My heart began to beat even faster. I wished the earth would just open up and swallow us both.
Where do I take him to now? That was the sad thing about telling lies! You had to tell more every time, to make sure you do not get caught; but in the end, you always get so caught up that you can't escape. Telling more lies at this point of my life was needless, I thought. A lot was at stake at the moment already, my only choice was to open up.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' he asked impatiently, breaking through my sorry thoughts.

'Nothing! Nothing!' I replied, fidgeting with the key and gear. I was too in a mess to be composed, but composed enough to get us to my aunt's place safely.
By the time we got there, I couldn't miss the puzzled look on his face as he spoke.

'Why the hell did you bring me to this slum. I asked you to take me to your house dammit!'

I shook with fear where I sat, wondering how to tell him that the mansion I earlier claimed to be my parents’ was Tinas and that this right here was my aunt’s. Eventually, I told him somehow.

He looked at me with disgust. 'Who the hell are you Sandra?'

Tears streamed down my face in disgrace. I didn't need a prophet to tell me it was Tina that decided to finish me off like this, neither did I need a prophet to tell me my chances with Kelz were as slim as none.

'Sandra?! Damn! I don't even know if you lied about your name too. '

'No.' I replied sadly.

'No, what?'

'My name is Sandra.'

'How do I know that’s not another one of your many lies? Mscheew!' he hissed.

I broke down into more tears at the thought of the fact that he'd never believe anything I said again.

'I'm sorry Kelechi! Please, I am very sorry. . It was Tina that told me to do it. . Please!'

He looked at me with eyes filled with passion and anger. Which would prevail? I wondered.

'I know I lied about everything, but my love for you is real. Please forgive me.'

He didn't say he won't forgive me, all he did say was that he needed a story- the truth behind the numerous lies I told him. There wasn't much to it, the right words to say it were what failed me. How could I tell him that I was just a 2nd class upper, 200l, 18 year old orphan who lives with her aunt, a single mother of three kids? There wasn’t much to my story, I just wished I had told him the truth from the very beginning. .

© Dr2103

Pls continue

**Grabs a bottle of coke and popcorn**

pls continue, patience aint one of ma virtues.

nyc one