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THE DREAM

THE DREAM – By Gimbiya
Emeka sat on his kitchen table, deep in thought.
Ngozi had become too clingy over the course of their six-year-old relationship and he was slowly getting tired of her. Ada was beautiful and she respected his space. “How would he tell Ngozi it was over, knowing how emotional she was?” Emeka wondered. He checked the pot on the cooker. The jollof rice Ngozi made the previous day was still there. He warmed it and finished the contents of the pot. Perhaps because Emeka decided to finish the rice in his greed or out of tiredness, he felt his eyelids close as if in sleep. Emeka went to his bedroom and slept.
All of a sudden, he heard the loud knocking at his door. He opened the door to see Ngozi, her face rumpled as the newspaper with which Mama Ebuka the akara seller served him akara with.
“Baby, I have been here for over twenty minutes. What were you doing that you refused to open the door?” Ngozi said. Emeka muttered an apology and asked her to take a seat. He thanked her for her love and support, explaining that he could not continue with the relationship because he had realized that their personality differences would lead to a clash in the future. Ngozi did not cry and she did not ask him if he was joking. She sat on the sofa mute, then got up to ask Emeka if he was hungry and then headed for the kitchen. He was shocked to see Ngozi brandishing a knife.
Storried The Dream
“E be like say you dey craze abi? After six years you come know say our personality no compatible? You wicked pass winch, you know say I no gree marry because of you. You wan use my heart play nairabet ehn? Odi nma!!! Thank God I still have Chike, your boss as a backup plan. First of all, you go pay me my pension for all the years of dating you. Oya, sey you have your First Bank Mobile App on your phone. You will send a hundred thousand naira first, then I will collect the rest in cash later. If you no wan see craze, pay that pension. I be wan kill you, but you no reach for fine girl like me to dey roast inside prison.”
Emeka’s hands shakily reached for his phone and in seconds, transferred the sum of a hundred thousand naira to Ngozi’s account. ”Chineke!!! A month’s salary gone. How would he feed and buy a phone for Ada?” Emeka watched Ngozi sashay out of his house after placing the kitchen knife inside her handbag.
Emeka was still sweating when he woke up to a call from Ada. He called it quits with Ada, citing the reason as personality differences. The very next day, Emeka proposed to Ngozi. It all happened that Ada’s tears are overflowing because of the dream.

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