Someone nudged me and I turned to look, keeping my hand firmly in my pocket, determined not to lose my wallet while being jostled around in  the after-work crush at the bus stop.

“The lady in that car’s calling you,” the man standing beside me pointed. My gaze followed his finger to the blue Golf parked across the road.

I couldn’t tell who it was from where I was — not even if it was a “lady” or not — as I didn’t have my glasses on.

I crossed the road, narrowly avoiding getting  hit by a bus.

“Thunder fire you!” the driver slowed down to scream at me, extending his hand in the waka gesture.

“And you too,” I shouted back, returning the gesture before hurrying to the car.

“Hello Ramat,” I said, recognizing her. She worked in my department at the bank.

“Hello. Do you need a ride?” she asked. “I’ll drop you off.”

“Thank you,” I said after getting in.

“Where do you live?” she asked.

I told her.

She pulled into the crawling traffic, and I leaned back and closed my eyes.

I didn’t want  to talk to her — not after last night, not after the day at the office.

She drove in silence.

“Ramat,” I said softly, unable to take it any longer. “About last night…”

She braked suddenly, throwing me forward.

“So that’s why,” she was amused.

“Well..” I shrugged helplessly.

“Well.” she mimicked me.

The invitation was there in her eyes and I found myself leaning towards her.

She grabbed my cheek between her forefinger and thumb, effectively stopping my advance.

“You’re an idiot, aren’t you?” she asked, pinching my cheek so hard it hurt. “We already got here. Where exactly do you live?”

I pulled my head away and looked outside.

“I’ll get out here,” I said, perhaps a little too firmly, then softened when I saw the look on her face. “It’s not very safe if you go in further.”

She nodded.

I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, walking round to her side.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said sincerely.


I leaned over to bring my face close to her window.

She pinched my cheek again without warning. “You’re a big idiot.”

Her laugh still echoed in my head as she drove away.

I walked home grinning ear to ear. Perhaps I was an idiot after all.

19 thoughts on “Idiot” by Zahymaka (@azuka)

  1. thk God u admit it!

  2. Why do you think you’re an idiot. Hugh Grant kinda stuff. Good stuff.

  3. Hi Zahymaka,

    Long time. Are you still writing, or is this an old story?

    The curious cat in me wants to know what went down with Ramat and Emmanuel, but sometimes leaving things to the imagination in a story can be a good thing, especially where that’s not the story is really about.

  4. 2cute4u (@2cute4u)

    So I find you here uh?
    Good to know you are on Naija stories!
    Tried commenting on your blog but it was unavailable..

    This is one story that has an unfinished tilt to it; I loved it, but we have to know what happened before and you know.. we are headed..
    Aside that, I loved it through and through..

  5. @Sheenor, Jaywriter

    I wrote it about two days ago.

    My blog should be up within the week. I like to keep a lot of my stories open-ended with hints as to what actually happened, although there was something I wanted to convey in this story but couldn’t.

  6. tamoi (@tamoi)

    I enjoyed it, I also appreciate the mystery but would have appreciated a little more hints as to what went down.

  7. very lovely story.
    told a lot without revealing too much.
    the perfect part is left to the readers imagination.
    nice work.

  8. An office romance in the making! I like very much…

  9. So who is the idiot now? The boy that was pinched TWICE and didn’t have the courtesy or good sense to return it back?

    Me way see story with a title like idiot and came rushing to read?


    The title compelled me to look and i wasn’t disappointed. Love the way you left us hanging. You know, fill in the blank spaces….. Nice

    If this is a true story, please warn the “Idiot” to stop grinning and take action. (Lazy man way no fit buy im own car de enter im babe car)

    I doff my hat

  10. Whatever happened between them, he really did seem idiotic grinning after he’d been pinched twice and told to his face. Good thing he admitted same.

    I like the open-endedness of ‘Idiot’; one can draw a lot of assumptions from it and be all wrong -the exciting part- or right. Nice work!

  11. office romance?? dont twy it! story? i likey!

  12. @Tamoi
    Ask Emmanuel. Not even ‘me’ knows what went down :-D

    @Anderson-Paul, @Estrella, @Leno, @Yetitweets

    Sometimes you’re so happy when you get some attention…

  13. At least I got the hint that they were getting into an office romance but the story seemed to hang in there…like its an excerpt or soon to be completed. But you write…and I like

  14. this story leaves so many unanswered questions…i really would like to know what happened between them, sounds like it was good thou… like it could have been full blown romance…or maybe a stolen kiss?

  15. I like this. I like that it keeps me wondering. And i sure like the ‘grinning idiot’.

  16. This leaves a whole lot to the imagination. And our guy really is a smiling idiot. lol.

  17. will lyk to see what becomes of this idiot

  18. I hate to be beautifully provoked, or this is rather invitingly provocative.
    Tell me, “are you really an idiot, or are you sure you are not ready to finish the story?”

  19. I really like. Short, simple and sweet.

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