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3. Wedding Chronicles: TOSIN…Aisha’s man

07 Jan

Tosin glanced at his blackberry. He couldn’t believe Aisha hadn’t responded to his sms. Taking another swig of his drink, his thoughts went to Peju. He was supposed to meet her tonight but maybe he’d call to cancel cos despite her ‘fronting’ he knew he’d be getting on one knee in front of a crying Aisha tonight.

He walked over to the table and picked up the expensive black box. The diamond sparkled and he grimaced.

“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend right?”

He was 35 and marriage was the logical next step and Aisha was the best-suited of all the many women in his life. He’d tried very hard to keep things on the down-low. His father always told him that a bad reputation was like pouring ink on white paper. Unlike his friend Nnamdi, been publicly tagged ‘Lagos big boy player’ was not something he aspired for. They knew he had more game but he also liked the front of a loving girlfriend while he had covert escapades on the side.

Well it wasn’t actually a front. He did love Aisha. She was the first girl he’d ever given his heart to. And he’d been faithful for all of three months but then he’d gotten bored. How his father managed to stay faithful to one woman all his life was something he could not understand. He knew for certain though, that if there was one woman he could stay faithful to, it was Aisha. She was smart, funny, sexy…he smacked his lips as he thought of her booty. Most of all, she had enough craze to keep it interesting. She had proven in the past 4 years that she’d go any length to keep him and that somehow made him feel safe. Even her embarrassing antics didn’t deter him. He knew he deserved them anyway. Bad, bad boy that he was.

He heard the ping and walked back to his phone. It wasn’t Aisha. Maybe the wedding had her occupied. It was Ijeoma.

“Hey sexy, here’s a l’il something to warm you up;-)”

And then he received a nude, full-length picture of her voluptuous body. A pillow coyly hiding parts of her face.
He groaned. How was he ever gonna learn to be faithful if the daughters of eve had it in for him. He deftly began typing.

“Hot! Hot! Hot! See you tomorrow evening. Your place!”

He hadn’t even put up a fight. Well in his defence, he had a business meeting with her tomorrow evening anyway. There would just be late night cocktails after.
His thoughts went back to Aisha. Maybe sending a text was a cheesy thing to do but her shakara was plenty. He was Tosin Mcfoy esquire, millionaire legal bad boy, she should know he had other exotic plans waiting. He smiled. He’d rock her world tonight.

But how to kill the next 3 hours was what he hadn’t figured out yet. He’d just sent Lola home this morning and the house keeper hadn’t changed the sheets yet, besides 3 hours was too short to get a girl over here and outta here in time, considering Lagos traffic.

He turned on the TV. Jill Scott caught his attention and he pressed info. ‘Why did I get married?’. Aisha was always talking about this movie. He had never watched it. Chick flicks made him ill but seeing as there were a group of guys discussing now, he hoped their conversation would be as entertaining as the characteristic black comedy he was addicted to…

10 minutes later, Tosin turned off the TV. Those men had sense, he had to say. He had just heard something new and he needed to ponder over it.
The 80-20 rule? Who even invented it? He picked up his ipad and went to google…

“In a healthy relationship, you get about 80 percent of what you need/want from your partner. But when you meet someone who catches your attention for no reason, it may be because they fulfil the missing 20 percent in your relationship. Because the 20 percent has been missing for so long, you conclude that this is everything you are looking for in a partner and then you mess up your 80 percent for a 20 percent fling”

He hadn’t even realised he was reading out loud. This made so much sense. Aisha was without doubt his 80 percent and in the first 3 months of the relationship she had felt like a hundred percent but when reality set in, he began to unconsciously see and desire the 20 percent missing but he knew he could never be satisfied with only 20 percent. Maybe that was why he changed them so often…

“F*ck!”

How simplistic could he be? He was an astute businessman and he knew that jeopardising 80 percent of his assets for 20 percent was bad business. Thank goodness it wasn’t his assets involved. He couldn’t really place his finger on what 20 percent was missing in Aisha but his gut told him he had found his problem. Guess if he knew the 20 percent, he’d be able to make her improve on it but he wasn’t about to start bugging his life about vague things. He was gonna enter this marriage like any other business and that meant keeping his head.

He picked up his phone, he had a rather important phone call to make. The phone buzzed in his hand. He looked at the message from Aisha, his hands beginning to shake a little.

“Not interested Tosin and I think we should take a break. Don’t come over I’m going out tonight with Dayo…”

Tosin breathed hard… Who the f*ck was Dayo? Was she cheating on him? He dialled a number with determination.

“Hello Nnamdi, cancel all appointments, I need to see you tonight. I’m in big trouble mehn…”

To be continued…

Have a great day peeps, xoxo 😉

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6 Comments

Posted by on January 7, 2013 in Wedding Chronicles

 

6 responses to “3. Wedding Chronicles: TOSIN…Aisha’s man

  1. eva

    January 7, 2013 at 10:11 am

    Hahaahah!! #ghenghen…

     
  2. Ibifiri Kamson

    January 7, 2013 at 1:18 pm

    Lol good for him. Nice one though can’t wait for the remaining part of the story

     
  3. Linda

    January 11, 2013 at 4:37 pm

    You a re a lovely story teller. Brilliant!!!!

     
  4. ifedayo

    January 28, 2013 at 10:37 am

    Yawa haff gas for mr fine boi.
    Another nice one anita

     
  5. Sazzie

    February 1, 2013 at 11:33 am

    nice nice

     
  6. amaka

    February 2, 2013 at 1:15 pm

    nice…really, really nice

     

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