Four years together was beginning to take its toll on them. Just
yesterday she had let paranoia take over her reasoning. All the girl had sent
was “great night, let’s do this again”…Those words
had almost driven her crazy…no, It had driven her crazy. She had sat down,
stood up, listened to music, thrown her phone on the wall, assembled it, cooked
with a lot of pepper, infact she had done everything in the six stages of
emotional pitfall while she waited for Bolaji’s return from work
She had even
done a conference call with her friends and poured out how she was going to
ravenously dismantle his head, cook his balls and feed him with it. Tracy had
laughed her head off and Titi had instructed her to “Calm her tits”…as usual
Bukky had tried to understand the situation and provide explanation as to why a
girl will send a dude such a text.
The
downsides of dating a hot guy. she never used to be insecure until one day, an
eerie feeling had washed over her and she started acting like a spy. As usual,
Bolaji just smiles through it all and says “Babe, we are fine”.
