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Anayo Part 1

That day, I woke up feeling very hopeful and with the bright and charming weather that morning, I believed the day will end so well for me. So, I decided to go to him as we agreed. We had agreed that I would come and give him the invitation card myself; whenever I want to get married. As a gentleman that he was, I trusted hit was already 4pm when I arrived at his place. He opened the door for me, invited me in and then he offered me a seat, everything looked so normal and nice. When he felt I had settled well, he went ahead and brought me food and drink but as if he knew I was doubting if he had put any poison or charm in the food and drink, he offered to join me. I guess he noticed how unease I was.

While we were eating, drinking and discussing freely, I seized the opportunity and gave him my wedding invitation card. He continued laughing and talking with me as if nothing had happened, as if the card wasn’t affecting him. I was very grateful to God that my prayers were working or worked at that time. We continued eating and drinking until I became very full that I couldn’t continue. He had brought three plates to the table: one was filled with full chicken; my favorite, another was filled with white rice that was not well cooked and the other plate was filled with stew that was well garnished with curry leaf, and the drink was mango mixed with orange juice.

He understood me and took the dishes away and then asked me to feel comfortable. He went inside his kitchen and came back to continue the discussion from where we had stopped. We were talking about my new man and how the wedding preparations was going. I told him everything, especially the one of Benga my fiancé’s best friend, who had mistakenly brought the underwear meant for my grandfather to my fiancé. He roared with laughter. He was acting so well. If he was an actor in a movie, I’m sure he would win a Grammy for that act.

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We continued the discussion when my phone started beeping me that it was time to go home. Prior to my coming, I had set an alarm to remind me when it’s 7pm; because I knew I might be lost in the discussion and forget to leave that day.

Anayo was just that type of man, the type that you would talk with from dawn to dusk without feeling bored or getting tired of the discussion. How will you get bored or even tired, when you will always laugh at some point and listen attentively at another point. He sure knows how to control and maintain an audience. I didn’t want to have any excuse to sleep over at his place that day because I was getting married in a few weeks time, so I didn’t want anything to go wrong.

Anayo wasn’t a stranger to me. On some previous occasions, I had slept over and at midnight we would caress and romance ourselves; sometimes till he or me is sexually relieved. But that day was different, things were going to change between us from that day onwards. That was why I didn’t want anything to go wrong.

Immediately I said ‘I will be on my way now its late already’. It was as if the man I knew left and a spirit possessed him. An evil spirit, those ones that are usually shown in Nollywood epic movies. He turned and looked at me with rage, enough rage that could boil a water very hot. He quickly turned and looked straight into my eyes and said to me “ Okemma you are not leaving here tonight”. I first thought I didn’t hear him correctly and I jokingly said ‘Anayo you know I can’t do anything with you, and I need to go before my fiancé start calling me’. I then made to leave, because the room was becoming very intense for me to continue staying even though the room had been well air-conditioned, I still felt very hot.

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