Guest Writer: Shittu Fowora
Fred Alika, 34 and Catherine were close buddies seeing each other; in a matter of months, they should be formalizing their relationship by signing the dotted lines according to the demands of tradition. Naturally this called for openness and an ample amount of trust between them both but there was something amiss.
Overly affectionate Catherine visited Fred a certain weekend, with loads of edible gift items; it set the mood for the evening, cheesy albeit heart-warming moments. When it was getting late, she wasted no time to pinch him teasingly, collect her car keys and drive off echoing some nice lyrics off the stereo. Few minutes later, she had to return in distress after calling Fred to confirm if her Blackberry phone was at his place.
When Fred confirmed that her phone was at his place, she went all hot, stirred up the car, swerved in reverse and dashed to his place in an incredibly shorter time. She stepped in panting, immediately requesting for the mobile phone which he gladly handed to her after picking it from where it was stuck in the couch. A mere horn should have been adequate to get Fred out with the cell phone but she chose to go in. Concern painted all over her gorgeous body and draining it of all sparks it exuded earlier in the day, she began to think and though it was night and dark, her demeanour added a tinge to the night.
Had her man scanned through her mails, inboxes, BBMs and notifications? She wasn’t certain if he had checked her call log. Well, he didn’t, he had never done so with any lady and he wasn’t going to do it with his heartthrob and soulmate to whom he had vowed to honour to death. No, she was being irrational. She hugged him and zoomed off. He smiled, but he had a hunch something was wrong. “What’s all these shiftiness about her forgotten phone?” he wondered and dismissed it. For some, this would have marked the final whistle. For a few others, there is an allowance but a rare set will wear the snoop-man cap.