THE SORRY LETTER (EPISODE 1) STORY BY DINDY
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I stood out side, looking at the sun while it set. The breeze blew gently and calmly.
I was in front of my house, looking around. The large gate in front of my house, made it difficult and impossible for me to look beyond my own surrounding.
The breeze blew the trees and plants in the garden, and they all danced in the direction of the cool breeze. The sun was setting more and more, until I could see it no more.
The church beside my house, were doing choir rehearsal (they could really really sing).
Two little birds landed on the mango tree I sat under, they were talking to each other (I think).
A rumbling sound came from the sky above, which made them fly away. I looked up and saw an air-plane moving above my house. Well it is not the first time, an air-plane is flying across my house, besides I stay very close to MM international air-port, so it’s a regular thing for me.
I was sitting on a chair, but I wasn’t really there. My mind was not with me, my body, spirit and soul were totally apart, like three wives of the same house.
I saw everything but I understood nothing. My heart hunted me, it was bleeding because of my own mistakes and stupidity.
I placed my chin on my left hand, with total sadness in my mind.
“Victor, you really made the biggest mistake of your life, now you’re suffering for it”, I said to myself.
“Up nepa!!!!!!”, The kids in my area shouted –They like shouting ‘up nepa’ each time light comes on–.
I didn’t have the strength to stand up from where I sat.
“Victor! Victor!, come help me change the line to nepa”, my mum called –my mum has being afraid of electricity, since the day she saw a man being electrocuted, right in front of her–.
I took in a deep breathe and out a soft breathe, then stood up and walked in a depressed format to the front door.
I went in to the passage where the nepa and gen meter was build. My mum was already there, waiting for me.
“Victor be fast, I what to iron my cloths”, she said.
I pulled up the line with my right hand and power came on. My mum went to do what she wanted to do, while I moved to my room in depression.
My room was filled with picture of my favourite artiste “Davido”. My bed was as soft as agege bread. The floor was completely tiled with blue tiles (I love blue so much) even the walls, my pillow and bed spray were blue.
I just sat down on the wooden chair, that was in front of my computer. Everything was so da*n! Depressing for me, so I decided to go online maybe it would help me reduce the sadness and depression I felt.
I switched on the computer (desktop), while the computer was coming on, I bent down to plug my windows phone which was in my pocket.
I also plugged my apple laptop and the SWIFT 4G HOTSPOT, which was at its last minutes. By the time I was done, the computer was already on and ready to be used.
I used a USB cable to connect my SWIFT 4G to my computer, then i held the mouse and moved it until It pointed on the fox browser. I clicked on it and it began to load.
I looked at it, as if I was going to see my problems when it opens. It opened and it reloaded my last page –The browser was very fast, c’mon I’m using 4G to browse, so what do you expect? slow connection? I don’t think so –.
The page was fully loaded, I saw her facebook profile pix –what do you know, it actually showed me my problem–.
She had change her profile pix and it looked very good. My pain increased because each time I saw her face, I feel pain and now her picture is right in front of me.
“How did my computer come here when I haven’t log in yet”, I said to myself in a confuse pattern.
“Oh now I remember, it has been two weeks since I last used this browser and I forgot to log out before switching off the computer”, I said putting a little smile on my face.
My hand froze, while my eyes got lost in hers. Her eyes looks more beautiful than ever.
My hand moved in slow motion to touch her face, which was showing on my monitor. I stoped and hit my hand on the table, which my monitor and keyboard was on, then I placed my two hands on my head.
“Victor you fu*ked up big time”, i said with a low voice to myself.
I Picked up my phone and called her.
“Dialing____dialing___call ended”, she didn’t pick it.
I tried again “Dialing__dialing__busy”, she busied my call.
I knew it was going to be like that……To be continue.
STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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THE SORRY LETTER (EPISODE 1) STORY BY DINDY