Men are scum... The man next door (Part 2)
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| The man next door was an episode that left me with ill-feeling long ago, like this picture suggests, it happens everywhere... (Photo credit: Sonia's WhatsApp status) |
…It was a blatant attempt at confusing an already disturbed
woman; his goal was to make her change her mind while he came out like a great
guy that had a good plan for her, I knew he was of no good, but there was
absolutely nothing I could do about it.
This is the sequel to the story I published on the 21st
of April; it was about a man on my old street and his philandering ways in the
dead of night on a cold day; if you missed it, here you go: Men
are scum... The story of the man next door (mydirtyboxers.blogspot.com)
I took a few steps closer. By the time I had a clear sight
of the two gladiators, they had finished the back and forth, and the man was
already on top of proceedings. The lady was smiling, but you could tell it was
forced, she wasn’t sure of anything, but she had some assurances.
I was particular about the pitch; I mentioned in the earlier
post that I might not be able to reel it out what for word, but the content
remains clear in my head, and each time I see this man – as I don’t stay too
far away from the same neighborhood where it happened the first time, it all
comes to me again.
He told her to allow him to get a job first before she kept
a baby, he went on about how he always wanted his children to be citizens of
Canada, and if the lady kept the seed in her womb, the dream would not see the
light of the day.
This man had two kids at the time this happened, and both
were born in Lagos; I couldn’t tell for sure if the lady knew about this at the
time, but a part of me felt it was a no-brainer as it happened just a few
blocks away from where the man’s house was.
Hand-in-hand, they walked out, and the illumination from a
Mercedes Benz that was making a U-Turn at the hotel entrance flashed bright
lights on the scene; he looked me in the eye, he looked away, and I got the
message; I limped away from the scene but not without some thoughts.
I forgot about it for a moment as I knocked on the door;
Tayo was the only one in the living room, so she did the honors; she didn’t
bother to ask me about my whereabouts; the atmosphere was still a bit tensed,
as I made for the room to end the night in peace, NEPA struck!
I can’t remember how it unfolded, but I found myself outside
by the railings, in the thick of the darkness of the night; I heard a faint voice
from the flat right in front of me, it was the man’s wife telling his young son
to keep a remove something from the doorway, so it doesn’t injure his father
when he comes into the dark living room…
To be continued
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