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Reality Is: The Wahala With The Truth I



When Dapo was twelve a horse kicked him.


It was like watching it all over again – the sudden intense heat and the crippling numbness that came with unconsciousness. It happened on the weekend of his twelfth birthday, and his parents had kept their promise of taking him to the Bar Beach. At first, the rush of half-naked human beings and the sounds of the waves kept him paralyzed, but after some urging from his dad he had begun to enjoy the splashing of the waves on his feet as he ran, laughing and running up the beach away from the tide.


It was his birthday after all.


He was resting from one of such races when the horse kicked him. And it wasn’t the horse’s fault. She was standing, minding her business when Dapo bumped into her solidly, startling the poor horse. Reflex kicked in, ‘reflex’ being in form of a casual back thrusting left hoof that landed right in the middle of Dapo’s tummy. He fainted.


Years later, and his father still joked about how his mother’s scream had drowned out all the sound blasters on the beach. Everyone would laugh while Dapo would quietly seethe with anger. It wasn’t amusing to him – particularly since he still felt the twinge of pain in his belly every now and then.


Almost twenty years to the day and he felt the twinge again. He was on his way out of the Silverbird Galleria after watching the sour Wolverine movie and trying to figure out what the next thing was to be – either go home or head to Ozone to watch another movie.


He felt the twinge as he saw a girl close the door of a blood-red Camry 2012. It wasn’t just that he ‘saw a girl’ – after all, saying you saw a fine girl at the Galleria is as pointless as saying you saw Genevieve standing next to Stephanie & Omotola while Yvonne Nelson took their picture…you get the point.


It wasn’t the looks. He stopped short of the doors and watched her through the glass. She was fishing in her Ghana-must-go size handbag for something, hair obscuring her face. The way she moved made the twitching in his belly steadily worse and he grabbed the offending part and bit his tongue to keep from crying out.


“Are you okay?” someone at Dapo’s elbow asked and he turned to look at a bulky security person. Dapo nodded and the guy walked away. He continued observing the girl and noticed she had found what she was looking for.


A phone.


As she put the device against her hair with one hand, slung the bag on her arm and then pushed a button to lock the car doors with the other, he saw her clearly for the first time and suddenly, his heart started beating war drums.


A few moments ago was bad. This was worse.


His memory card opened up a part of his mind he would have preferred remained locked.


She wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes.

“Mope…I….” he started. She cut him short. 

“Dapo, I know. I know. It’s just…” Sitting up, she swung her legs off the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. And then, conscious of what she was doing, Mope looked up at her boyfriend who smiled and held her from behind, his arms across her breasts. She leaned into his embrace.

“I’m just so into you, you know. It’s as if you’ve taken over my being.” She sighed. “However did you learn to control yourself so much?”

He could still feel her trembling; ruffling slightly like leaves stirred by the evening wind. Kissing the back of her neck softly, he rose and looked underneath the table where he kept his cooking things. Rattling the pots to see which of them still had stuff in them, he answered her over his shoulder…


His memory dumped him back in the Galleria abruptly and he woke up to realize the girl was almost at the door. He nearly bolted in his panic before calming himself down. Slow down, bobo. It’s been what – seven years? What are the odds she does not – will not recognize you?


Yeah. What were the odds?


Dapo moved away from the door and busied himself with reaching in his jeans pocket for his phone. He intended to make his way outside to his car and just go home. He intended to abandon his car right there and just take a cab home. He intended everything – well; everything except what actually happened.


He moved because he thought he was too conspicuous – standing by the door, and that was why she saw him.


Because he moved.


She stopped so abruptly the guy walking behind her bumped into her. He mumbled an apology, but she didn’t notice. She was still, staring at Dapo with her mouth gaping open like a Venus flytrap. “Da…Dapo?”


He looked up, ashamed. “Hi Mope,” he said, trying to plaster a smile on his face and not quite making it.


The reason for the drama was not so obvious. She was the three-hundred level ‘I-believe-in-happily-ever-after’ girlfriend he had bailed out on seven years ago.


He was the final year ‘greatest-love-of-all’ boyfriend she initially thought was dead.




Thank you!


Next part will be up on Wednesday!!!



55 responses

  1. Onyinye

    Am sensing an interest piece. Can’t wait… And I like dt u joined wordpress…av always admired it as d best blog amgst odas…its very very easy 2 read.

    August 5, 2013 at 6:53 am

    • Yeah! I’ve been here for a while though.

      Thank you!

      August 5, 2013 at 7:01 am

  2. E ku ise opolo sir… That’s my submission :d

    August 5, 2013 at 7:03 am

  3. From the bottom of my heart I say SCREW YOU ALL storywriters! Arrrrggh! I have to wait till wednesday? Not even tomorrow? Oh wednesday is next tomorrow! Oh well! Crap still! Mr. Seun! You should know why I’m angry! That said…*sips alomo,anticipating wednesday*

    August 5, 2013 at 7:22 am

    • Whoa! Calm down sir, down!

      I’m sorry. I am. But before you know it – click!



      August 5, 2013 at 7:32 am

  4. I like the way my Monday has started.
    This is one story I won’t wanna miss, Wednesday is just close by…let’s go.

    August 5, 2013 at 7:24 am

  5. ………And here we are again…hung on a cliff. *sobs*

    August 5, 2013 at 7:28 am

    • Toyin! We’ll land safely. Trust me!

      Thank you.

      August 5, 2013 at 7:33 am

  6. Why you gotta be like this?!

    August 5, 2013 at 7:37 am

    • Please forgive and indulge!

      Thank you for reading!

      August 5, 2013 at 7:49 am

  7. The suspense is half the fun abi? (better not say yes).

    Beautiful beginning…I wouldn’t expect less from a master story teller….let Wednesday come.

    August 5, 2013 at 8:21 am

    • Imoh @ThirdPART

      Just read your blog… Your intro-bio.. hmmmm. lol

      August 5, 2013 at 9:10 am

    • Aw. Ma’am. Thank you much!

      August 5, 2013 at 11:35 am

  8. Lovely start, I just hope they don’t get back together, EVER!

    August 5, 2013 at 8:30 am

    • Why evils?!

      Hehehehehehe! Thanks!

      August 5, 2013 at 11:35 am

  9. abayomi Omideyi

    Why this unholy suspense,

    August 5, 2013 at 8:51 am

  10. Imoh @ThirdPART

    Seun oooooo. u won’t give some folks high b.p! Short as usual and enjoyable.

    btw, i think that “genevieve standing next to….” line coulda béen left out.

    August 5, 2013 at 8:53 am

    • Thanks for that bruv! Will definitely look at that.

      Thank you!

      August 5, 2013 at 11:34 am

  11. Okay. Waiting to know what happened next. There was an ‘error’ somewhere.

    ‘Almost twenty years ‘to’ should have been ‘from’ or ‘after’ the day and he felt the…’ Paragraph 4 or 5.

    August 5, 2013 at 9:42 am

    • It’s not an error. It’s simply saying ‘twenty years to the exact day’.

      Thank you for observing. And enjoying. And commenting.

      August 5, 2013 at 11:31 am

      • Alright sir.

        August 5, 2013 at 12:49 pm

  12. esson

    Interesting piece but e too short na and next wednesday over far self oh.. Sha will be waitin patiently

    August 5, 2013 at 11:45 am

    • It’s not Next Wednesday o. It’s the after tomorrow!

      Thank you so much!

      August 5, 2013 at 11:46 am

  13. Hmmm! Very sweet and has a mild tone.

    August 5, 2013 at 12:33 pm

  14. Wow! 🙂 This is really good, Seun. I love it and would love to read more as soon as possible.

    Well…Wednesday is just two days away. 🙂

    August 5, 2013 at 5:01 pm

  15. Good story. Suspense and flashback are used to good effect!

    August 5, 2013 at 6:05 pm

  16. “…Ghana-must-go size handbag…” 🙂 I like the description. Well done. Until Wednesday…

    August 5, 2013 at 7:10 pm

  17. Irekpita

    Hmmm…Seun, well done can’t wait for the next episode.

    August 5, 2013 at 8:32 pm

  18. I’m learning a lot from you, Seun. Nice work you have here. One of the best pieces I’ve read in recent times.

    August 6, 2013 at 7:24 am

    • Whoa. That’s a huge compliment.

      Thank you so much. God bless!

      August 6, 2013 at 7:55 am

  19. I know writers enjoy holding our attention, but must they always hang us on a cliff?

    Wonderful piece.

    August 6, 2013 at 6:14 pm

    • Em. Sorry.

      I stop when the story says ‘STOP’.

      Thank you so much.

      August 6, 2013 at 6:32 pm

  20. This is a good read. Thumbs up

    August 7, 2013 at 6:17 am

  21. ohhhhhh, he resurrected?! Yay!
    looks interesting enough. I’ll keep checking for more

    August 7, 2013 at 1:12 pm

    • Em. Thank you so much.

      But em…this story has ended.

      August 7, 2013 at 1:32 pm

  22. Now that…is how a story should be. You won’t continue it? No problem. I’ll write or imagine the rest. Surely, you don’t mind ? 🙂

    August 15, 2013 at 11:50 am

    • There’s actually a sequel…and you’ve read that!

      Thank you.

      August 15, 2013 at 1:48 pm

  23. Spiritman

    Darn, you’re good!

    August 16, 2013 at 10:12 am

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  25. Oh boy! This is tight! Thanks for bringing him back to live in “saving dapo” really can’t wait…

    January 27, 2014 at 7:57 pm

    • Yes o!

      I’m quite excited myself!

      January 28, 2014 at 11:34 am

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