His name is Jude. Depressed dude is Jude. His
friends call him Jay-D. I got home by five
o’clock in the evening. As I
entered the large compound, I noticed empty
bottles lying on the ground. I also saw rented
chairs and about two small speakers.
had totally forgotten about Dammy’s
birthday. They were making plans before I left
earlier in the morning. I first went to
Dammy’s room to apologise. In his room, I
drank cups of a mixture of Mc Dowell’s, Don
Simon and something else. I really didn’t ask.
There were two other guys in his room and
three girls. The two other guys were playing a
video game on his PS2 while Dammy himself
just kept the girls’ company. He was a good
talker, so he had no problems with that. I said
my goodbyes and walked to my room. My
room-mate was not home. I quickly got some
noodles on fire, did some work, ate and finally
fell asleep. I felt the fan pick up pace and the
air became cooler. Power had been restored. At
about eight o’clock, I heard the door unlock.
It must be Alfred, I thought. Alfred was my
room-mate and he usually went to see his chic
on saturday afternoons. I didn’t move since he
was the only other person who had the room
key. Another voice filled the air, and I could
easily guess that it was Karen, his girlfriend. I
wasn’t expecting him to bring her home that
day though. I like Alfred. He’s a very normal
guy from an
average family. His father was once employed
but the company collapsed and he was left
jobless. His wife pressed for him to find
another job, but Alfred’s father refused.
was comfortable with what he had and said he
wanted to go into business. His wife had
warned that the money he had in his savings
might not be enough to successfully start and
run his own business, but Mr. Anaba was
convinced that he had everything under
control. Somehow, things didn’t go how he had
planned and the business crumbled. He still
insists that it wasn’t his fault, and even till
tomorrow, he’ll keep talking about how one
single stroke of luck would have made him a
millonaire from his own business. After all
that, he set out to find a new job. He got one
after making a lot of calls and staying home
for a while. The job wasn’t paying as much as
he’d like, but he didn’t have a choice. I heard
laughter and silent whispers. I couldn’t
quite figure out what they were talking about
but I know someone had come over to where I
slept to wave his/her fingers across my face.
They wanted to confirm that I was sleeping. ”I
told you, he is sleeping.” Alfred’s voice
”How are you sure he’s sleeping deep?” Karen
said in near whisper.
”Didn’t you see the settings outside? They had
party here today. He obviously had too much to
drink and had to crash early.”
”Yes baby, he’d be out for almost four hours. I
know this guy. Besides, he must be really tired
for him to miss Barcelona’s match.”
Know me? How? Alfred ooo. I’m sure he was
just trying to get Karen comfortable, that’s
why he said that. I drink, but not much. He
knows I don’t drink till I pass out. Well, oh
well. I just maintained my ‘sleeping’ state and
moved instinctively to make the sleep act
more believable. Honestly, when they entered, I
was very much asleep, although I was still
aware of my surroundings. But after that
conversation they had? I was 100% awake. I
listened to their footsteps as they made
their way towards his bed and sat. His bed is
on the opposite wall. We arranged the beds in
such a way that there was space in the middle
of the room and only a plastic trolley was
between the two matrasses. I was tempted to
open my eyes when I heard
kissing sounds, but I figured it was still too
early. So I waited a bit.
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