Bisi - the other woman Ep. 25
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JON DOE  18th Sep 2018
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He watched as she rose, his phone in hand, the screen dark. Namdi loathed this roller coaster of emotions he was being subjected to, cursing that other woman in his mind. Now, all she needs to do is hand it to me. God, why didn't I password my phone. Namdi thought. When they first started dating, it had been a surprise to Zainab when she picked up his unattended phone and realised it was not locked. Returning to their table after settling the bill, Namdi was treated to the view of Zainab going through the pictures on his phone. Unnoticed, he stood behind her for a few more minutes seeing how far she would go. When he saw her opening his GTB bank app, he lightly coughed. Like a little girl caught stealing meat from the pot, she shrieked, dropping the phone with a guilt-ridden look that still somehow came off as cute.

"It doesn't look cracked, maybe I should turn it on to check if..."

Watching her press the home button, Namdi's heart flew up to his throat, his hand damning it all and reaching for it even though it was already too late. Desperation drives us to attempt fruitless endeavors. In full view of both of them, the home screen of the iPhone came up without a single crack.

"You really are lucky, no crack even after dropping from such a height."

Her finger tapped her lower lip like she pondered his luck. Seeing the home screen, all the tension bled from Namdi's muscles as he took the phone out of her hands. With the same care shown to a new born, he cradled the phone in his hand, unaware of Zainab's interest in his actions. Hope had planted a seed in his heart once again. He could finally see a possible rainbow at the end of this storm ridden times.


"I can't take this hospital anymore. I want to get out of here."

It came out in a whisper, his head shaking from left to right.

"Namdi, doctor said you can leave in..."

"Don't care, I won't spend another minute. The pain is bearable enough."

"OK, OK... I'll get doctor Oluwakemi to sign the discharge papers. Men sometimes..."

His forcefulness only slightly surprised Zainab. Behind it, she could still sense pain. The knowledge that he was not a fan of hospitals was not new to her. She had never felt closer to him than when he had shared it all to her. With the door closing behind her, Namdi let out a breath of relief. Quickly he began deleting again, determined to get rid of all the damning pictures, some of which contained more than just her. Finally, he reached the last one, the first he had seen. A few seconds passed before he realised his finger still hovered over the delete button. She looked back at him, brown eyes reminding him of his truth. Another crossroad, a decision of his own making, the consequences to be borne not by him alone. Namdi watched the upload bar till it reached hundred percent. Only then did he delete the last picture from his phone.

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