Chapter 45

“He loves how greasy they feel in his mouth, the texture so smooth he can drown in them.

Adding fried eggs to the mix will make him bow to you for the rest of your life.”

That's more than creepy.

How can he know all that about me if we just met yesterday? We've not talked for long for me to think I might have slipped and told him all that about me.

“If you want a way to his heart, start with giving him fried rice”, he smiled tightly.

Will it kill him to give us a genuine smile for once in his life?

He smiles like one that's being forced to do so.

I can't be caught dead with a smile like that, even on my deathbed, the smile will be too fake for me. 

“Blondie loves rare cooked meat, and not just any meat, he loves deer meat the best. He thinks they taste divine, he can sell his soul to Ekwensu if that will get him the rare meat he so much loves.” He smirked when he said those words.

Blondie gave him an alarmed look, you're not the only one, mister.

Reddy is saying everything as accurate as they are, is he maybe a psychic?

Can he hear our thoughts?

It can't be.

Reddy will look better with an Okuko's (our version of a fowl) feather on their head and an ehi ukwu's(our version of an elephant), an akpango's (our version of a monkey) tail will suit his rear, and an Agu it's (our version of a crocodile), teeth will suit him well instead of his vampire fangs.

I tried to bait him, but he didn't bait an eyelash to show he heard all I said.

That means he isn't a mind reader.

If he's not one, why will he talk as if he is?

All he said about me is as accurate as he made them be.

“The rare meat must be cooked at a particular temperature, and it must be well and thoroughly spiced.

He hates eating bland tasting food”, Reddy continued with his talk.

Thanks to the gods, we weren't asked to say what we think our partner's most embarrassing moment is.

Who knows what he would have said about that concerning me.

“They're both seventeen and will be eighteen in a month and two times”, he looked at the sober students.

It wasn't surprising any of the students made a sound, they were all sober as he narrated his tale.

Even Miss Amara was sitting as docile as a puppy looking for its master's appreciation.

“Blondie loves being a royal, but he doesn't like the hurdles that came with the title.

He wants to eat the fruit, but he doesn't want the labour associated with it”

That's typical Blondie, I smiled.

“ Blacky would like to be accepted and appreciated for who he is, he aims to please others. He intends to be a good ruler of his people, he's afraid of disappointing his father and his country. He aims to be the best prince they've ever had”.