“Hello?” “who is this?”
‘The guy that you entered his keke marua the other day.’
I cannot remember his name even though he said it.
“Oh! how you dey?”
“Fine, how na? i just say make i call ask after you.”
“Oh, thankyou.” i didn’t think he would call.
“Ok, i go dey call you, thanks for giving me audience.”
Line went dead.
Another day, phone rings… i picked.
“Yes, who you?”
i hung up. He called me again.
i hung up.
Another day… he called again, i never picked, i recognised the number, what the hell does this guy want?
A close pal picked it up.
“yes… who is this?”
“give the phone to the owner…” such audacity
“mtseeeeeeew,” he hisssed and hung up.
“who is he?”
Some guy i met on my way to work who offered me a free ride in his public transport keke.. i lazily entered and he engaged me in a conversation and i dropped my number as a pity and appreciation but more importantly to shoo him off for that moment. i usually do not pick this line anyways.
That wasn’t enough reason for him or maybe he just did not get it so he asked again…” why did you give him your number?”
i have no f***** idea! i replied.