Episode 3
So yeah...
Just seven months in, and Fred started switching up on me.
This same Fred that used to call me "baby boo sugar sprinkle popcorn", now suddenly moving like one ghost in Tales by Moonlight.
This boy that used to text "Good morning sugarplum soft girl baby boo" by 6am sharp…
Now I was the one texting first.
Calling.
Waiting.
Still checking if his last seen has changed.
Me! Sophiee!!
Chubby soft princess of Bonny Island!!
He was still active online o.
Posting memes, liking reels, commenting "Wahala for who no get love" under people's couple pictures.
Meanwhile me, his actual girlfriend, was there looking like expired custard.
Lonely.
Confused.
Still doing "understanding girlfriend."
God, why?
I kept telling myself, I was still trying to be understanding sha.
"Sophiee, calm down. He's busy. He's in the army. Maybe he's fighting terrorists or ironing camouflage shirts. You know... real man things."
I mean, army boyfriend right? He's probably jumping over walls and saving the world or whatever.
I was like: "He's busy, Sophiee. Be patient."
"He loves you… right?"
"He'll change… right???"
WRONGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
Because after ghosting me for days, sometimes weeks…
He'll come back with that same recycled voice note: "Hey bby I'm sorry, I've just been going through a lot"
And I'd forgive him.
Because na me. Soft girl. Lover girl. Mumu deluxe package. 🤣🤣
But lowkey, I was already losing trust.
And you see, once trust in long-distance relationship starts melting like ice cream under the sun…
E don be.
Flash forward to 2024…
Second year in this love story.
Second year in uni.
Second semester.
New semester, same wahala.
I was focused on school, submitting assignments, fighting for attendance, and queuing up for rice that looks like it passed through four resurrections.
But I was still holding on to the relationship.
My mumu button was glued with super glue, abeg.
But Fred?
Still doing his disappearing act.
No "hi," no "hello," not even "are you still alive?"
I decided to talk to someone who could maybe knock some sense into him, his sister.
And bless that girl's soul, she kept it real:
"Sophiee, as a woman, I'll tell you, if a man loves you, he'll find time for you. Busy is not an excuse forever. You deserve effort, not excuses."
I was like...
"PERIODDDDDDDD."
I knew I wasn't mad!
Then boom.
One hot day like that, I opened WhatsApp and saw something.
Fred.
In Nigeria.
He didn't even tell me.
You say what now????
BACK WHERE???
This boy enter Nigeria and didn't tell ME??
Me that used to plan wedding with this boy in my head???
ME??
Your girl??
Your baby???
Your gugugugugu partner???????
Someone that says he loves me, o.
And I found out from his status.
Not even a "Hi babe I'm in town."
NOTHING.
When I confronted him, this man said "I was busy. I thought you'd understand."
Busy???
Oh okay.
Were you flying the plane yourself or what???
WERE YOU THE PASSPORT???
WERE YOU THE CUSTOM OFFICER??
BECAUSE BUSY DID NOT TELL YOU TO TEXT SMALL "I'M BACK"??
No because who forgets to tell their girlfriend they flew across the ocean?
What were you? Cargo? 🤣🤣🤣
Then it got worse.
He returned and was going full TikTok Lagos baddie mode.
Going to parties.
Hanging out with slay queens that know how to wear lashes and lie about their age.
Living his best life… WITHOUT ME.
Meanwhile me?
Still calling him.
Still checking up.
Still being the girlfriend I'd want someone to be for me.
One day ehn...
I just SNAPPED.
Omo I was FED UP.
This wasn't relationship again.
This was punishment.
This was emotional community service.
I wrote one long message, like three full scrolls.
I told him:
"I'm tired. I can't be the only one fighting for us. If you don't message or apologize in the next 24 hours, I'm ending this relationship."
Clock started ticking.
24 hours.
Nada.
But he read the message o!
Blue tick of death.
I said bet.
I broke up with him that night.
Sharp, clean, professional break up
You think you're the only one that can ghost?
Let me show you Nigerian Girl 101.
I told his sister, queen that she is,and she said, "Do what gives you peace. I support you."
So guess what I did?
I BROKE UP WITH HIM.
Professionally.
Like a HR lady in an oil company.
Me, 5 seconds later: playing Calm Down by Rema with tears and potato chips.
And till this very moment
Fred never responded.
Not even an "Okay."
NOTHING.
I laughed small sha.
Because deep down, I knew…
He was just waiting for me to end it myself.
Big coward vibes.
But it's okay.
Because I served him hot, spicy breakfast.
Sope purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Anyway sha… after the breakup, life started feeling normal again.
I focused on school.
Second semester ended.
November came.
And went back home to see my strict queen of discipline a.k.a mummy.
I missed her lowkey
And her food (very very HIGHKEY).
I packed my load and traveled home to see my mom.
Yes, the same mother that would shout if she sees me pressing phone by 9pm.
The same mother whose cooking I'd fight a lion for.
I missed her, abeg.
I started trying to reconnect with old friends.
You know… festive season soft girl mode.
I even visited the old tech program to see familiar faces.
I was feeling good.
Vibing.
Healing.
Then, just as I was about to leave…
GUESS WHO I SAW??
KING.
KINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
Looking finer
Taller
And still carrying that bad boy energy
My jaw dropped like my JAMB score when I first checked it
YES.
King with the chocolates.
King with the first kiss.
King with the mysterious fine boy energy.
E shock me die.
What does King want now???
Why is my heart beating gugugugugu again???
To find out
stay Tuned for episode 4 😁😁❤️
happy Sunday