Wrong number Ep. 28
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TOYIN RACHAEL  28th Aug 2018
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For days, he didn’t call me. I wanted to call him but I couldn’t, I need to give him time and space. If we are meant for each other, I believe he’ll come back. I prayed and committed everything into Gods hands; all I want is for God to have His way and bring him back if he’s truly mine.

I made up my mind not to call him. It wasn’t easy for me. I missed him so much. It felt like a very important part of me had been taken away, but I had no choice than to wait.


Tunde kept on calling but I ignored his calls. I logged onto Facebook and I saw a friend request from Francis – Tunde’s friend and former co-tenant – he was the one who gave me the address to his new house back then.

I accepted his request and we had a chat via Facebook messenger. I told him I needed his number and he sent it. I called him immediately.

I explained everything that was going on between Tunde and I. The guy made me understand that Tunde's girlfriend, Antonia, ruined his life and ran away with everything he had.

“He even took loans worth millions of Naira from the bank to establish her. Now he has been fired from the oil company when they realised the huge amount of debt he had incurred," he explained.

“So must he take out his frustrations on me? Is that why he was bent on destroying my own relationship and happiness?” I asked the guy.

“The challenges he’s facing right now has turned him into something else. In fact, he needs special attention at this time. If you see him now, you’ll pity him.” he added.

He advised me to deal with him wisely. He told me he’s depressed and searching for where to find comfort. I thanked the guy and ended the call.


A week later, Daniel gave me a call on Friday evening. He said he’d like us to meet at his place the next day. He sounded formal, no greetings, his voice was firm. He didn’t even sound like he missed me or something. He didn’t even give me the chance to say anything. The only thing I had the opportunity of saying to him was “I’ll see you tomorrow” and he ended the call.

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