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    The Morning After – Episode 1: After Valentine

    SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 15th 2014.
    Somewhere in Lagos.
    Funmi stared at the ceilings in a room she couldn’t recognise. Apart from the rumpled bed-sheet, the room looked too organised to be hers.
    She looked to her left hoping to see her wardrobe but all she saw was a clock hanging on the wall, telling her it was 7′O’clock. Something just didn’t feel right.
    The drumming sounds in her dream that had woken her up was actually her head thumping. She covered her face with her hands, feeling the drumming sound on her temple like some creature was threatening to force its way out from her head.
    Slowly, pictures of last night played out in her mind in HD and like a lead in a horror movie, she began to connect the dots.
    As she ran her fingers across her rib cage down to her belly button, she felt a burning sensation between her legs…a sensation caused by soreness. She couldn’t understand why she was naked but it dawned on her why her legs were parted and didn’t seem to want to come together – she was bruised.
    For the first time in her life, she noticed that saliva had weight as she could feel the burden of carrying so much of it in her mouth. It was the taste of bile.
    The door eased open as Dunni waltzed in, all dressed up complete with the accessory of a smiley face. ‘Common girl, dress up and let’s leave, abi you don’t want to go back to school? I thought you said you wanted to go home today for reinforcements? Too much fun abi?’ Dunni teased as she approached the bed.
    Funmi could see Dunni open up her mouth but she couldn’t hear a word as she was locked up in a cocoon of regret. She felt numb.
    ‘Get up now’.
    She finally heard Dunni’s voice but she lay still, not because she didn’t want to get up, but because she couldn’t get up – she was broken.
    Dunni swept her legs off the edge of the bed to create a sitting space for herself and she felt a wave of pain course through her body.
    ‘Funmi, you’re a virgin?’ Dunni asked as she saw the stain of blood on the bed sheets.
    The words slapped her right in the face as hot scalding tears ran down her cheeks. ‘Not anymore,’ she said, her voice breaking with every word uttered.
    Dunni sat still, stunned for a moment but in a quick recovery brushed it aside. ‘It’s not a big deal, everyone had a first time, and every first time wasn’t the same. You’re even lucky that it’s my handsome cousin Bode that was your first. My first was an ugly uncle’.
    Funmi winced in pain as she got up from the bed to wash up.
    ‘There’s no sex like sex when you’re high,’ Dunni said as she helped her to the bathroom. ‘Gosh, I wish my first time was like this’.
    ‘I was high?’ Funmi asked, her fragile frame vibrating with shock. She couldn’t understand how anyone got high on orange juice.
    ‘All the drinks were laced,’ Dunni said. Her eyes with a tint of glint. ‘You were not high, you were stoned. Thank me later, I just gave you a valentine to remember.’ Her dry laughs closing her witless remark.
    Funmi swung her hand in the direction of the voice and her palm landed right on spot – the face of Dunni. The sound was deafening. ‘You have killed me’. Her breathing becoming heavier and a bit laboured.
    Dunni was more shocked than angry. She couldn’t understand why her friend was distraught. A closer look at Funmi and she could see clearly. This was a girl who didn’t have fun – she was battered.
    ‘I’m sorry’.
    Dunni closed up the space between her and her friend and wrapped her up in a hug.
    ‘No, I’m sorry.’ Funmi replied. ‘I was naïve.’
    This was not the way she had planned to give up her virginity. Not in a hotel room like a w---e. She had been caught up in the fancy of the valentine spirit and the responsibility of her actions, she must now bear.
    A first time without a memory. Taken by a man she had only met twice before. She closed her eyes and wished she could turn back the hands of time. Try as she did, she knew it was an exercise in futility. Valentine was long gone – she was living in the morning after.
    *** ***
    Ikoyi, Lagos.
    Bode smiled as he watched the video on his phone, it didn’t matter that she was stoned, it was still a proof of his conquest. He couldn’t wait to show it off to his friends. He tagged it ‘Valentine 2014′. It was his prize and he was prepared to bask in it – the morning after.

    FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21st, 2014.
    Ogba, Lagos.
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond…
    The voice of Rihanna broke her concentration as it played out through her phone. She glanced sideways to the sound of the phone on her bed and wished she had magical powers to shut it up. For once, Rihanna’s voice didn’t seem appealing. She let it ring out.
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond…
    The caller was persistent. She felt a tinge of irritation as she dragged herself off her study chair. She was almost sure it was Dunni calling. She picked up the phone and it was a set of numbers staring back at her. ‘Hello’, she spoke into the receiver, her eyes squinted in that familiar manner when an unfamiliar number calls and you don’t know exactly what to expect.
    ‘Yes…’ She queried trying her best to veil her irritation. She couldn’t understand why a strange number should be calling and then waiting on her to make a conversation.
    ‘Sorry,’ the voice apologized, I didn’t know the call was active.
    Funmi wrinkled her face in disgust. How do you call someone and don’t know when the call is on active? ‘Yes?’
    ‘It’s me,’ the voice dressed in an arrogant sense of ownership cooed from the other end. ‘I called to find out what’s up and if you’d like to chill out with me tomorrow?’
    She felt a tightening in her stomach as she recognised the voice as Bode’s. It was one call she had hoped not to receive especially since she didn’t get it on Saturday, the day after. Everyday had become relative to February 14th -the day she lost her virginity- like it had become some sort of reference point. Inasmuch as she knew it was bad for her if she was to move off from the disappointment of her action, she couldn’t deny that she just couldn’t stop doing it. Like being hard on herself would make up for her decision to go partying with Dunni, her cousin and his friends on the island. ‘Please, who is ‘it’s me’ as I don’t have that name on my contact list,’ she said, her irritation slowly seeping out.
    There a short dry boring laugh from the other end of the line. The kind of laugh that placed a wry grin on the face. ‘It’s Bode’.
    ‘Ooh,’ she gasped, not from surprise, but more from the feeling that she was supposed to display a sense of shock by his call. She wanted to ask him how he got her number but decided it was a stupid question after-all.
    ‘So what time are we seeing tomorrow, I’ll be free from twelve ‘o’ clock upwards’ Bode said.
    Funmi just couldn’t stand the arrogance being emitted. It really dawned on her now why she had always not ‘digged’ Bode. He actually thought sleeping with her gave him a pass to a date ‘We are not seeing tomorrow and we are not seeing ever’.
    There was an uneasy gap like the tensing feeling of two predators sizing up each other before they engage in a bitter brawl.
    ‘Really?’ Bode asked like he had just being insulted.
    She took the phone off her ears and placed it right in front her eyes. She had so much scorn in her eyes, you would think she was gazing at Bode’s picture. She tapped on the disconnect button and tossed the phone on the bed.
    How the hell did she get into this mess?
    Working on her project was the only item on the menu on that day for her but it was a day that being single felt like a curse. She really couldn’t understand the fuss of a day being promoted as a love day. But saying this would amount to just hating the people that had boyfriends to spend the day with. Atleast that was what Dunni her room-mate had told her on that day.
    ‘I’ll hook you up with Bode, my dashing cousin,’ Dunni said flashing her perfect dentition. ‘He’s coming to take us out today.’
    She protested, but Dunni wouldn’t let go. ‘You’re my ticket to this party, Funmi. You must do it for me, it’s not like you have something you’ll be doing here. Besides Bode will be dropping us back here in good time’.
    Bode had the swag of a dollar note. He walked with the impression that every girl was supposed to bow down and worship him and he obviously enjoyed how his cousin Dunni gushed over him. ‘My bestest cousin,’ he called her, smiling to reveal a set of dimples that made him even more handsome.
    With all these flattering physical qualities, she couldn’t still bear his arrogance. Dunni called it confidence.
    ‘You need to be with a confident man.’ She said dreamily as she told her about Bode’s interest in her after his first visit to their one bedroom flat, outside campus. ‘Let a Yoruba man handle you and you will get over that heartbreak of your Ibo secondary school puppy lover’.
    She had seen him just one more time even though he had since revisited the house about five times after that first visit. ‘Your husband said I should say hello to you. He came when you went to the library,’ was always the message Dunni had to share when she came back. She felt really grateful that she always missed his visits as her first impression of him with the accompanying second impression wasn’t particularly cheering. She was single -yes- but she wasn’t about to purchase Dunni’s stock of rotten apples.
    Dunni always thought the reason she was not involved in a relationship was because she was still heartbroken. She was of the school of thought that if a girl wasn’t in a relationship at every stage in her life, then something was obviously wrong with her. ‘And you’re fine o’ Dunni would usually say, trying to knock off beauty as one of the reasons why her friend and room-mate was single.
    As these thoughts zipped around in her mind, the familiar ‘ping…ping‘ text message sound from her phone, punctuated the flow and rescued her from the claws of her thoughts.
    If I don’t see you tomorrow, the world will see you tomorrow. Dare me and you will see that it takes only the internet and a poorly directed video to become famous. Text me your preferred time and place. Bode

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    Episode 2-3

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    nice start …seated

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    This is too much

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    Mnice start.

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    funmi stay away from dunni and bode if u want to live long

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    FIRE ON!

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    next ep

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