First update guyssss!!!!

Finally, after so many chapters, Fejiro can now confidently narrate his story😌💕

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I will get the girl!
~Jiro
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~𝙵𝚎𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘~

After Ajay left me to travel abroad, my life almost ended literally. I couldn't do anything for myself for one whole week. I couldn't eat, couldn't even take my bath. I was bedridden and cried every single day like a baby.

I remember Dele always trying to remind me that he warned me, spilling his nonsensical white lie concerning his various 'chicks' spread all over the world. Not like it even helped in any way. I was still the depressed man I was until Madam Fresh visited me.

She wasn't having any of it, "Fejiro, you are a big fool." She said, almost loosening the last spring of the already spoilt wooden door to my room. I had to pause for a brief moment in my crying state to try and comprehend why I had to be greeted with an insult on a depressed Monday morning as that.

"So you wan end your life because of woman, abi?" She questioned angrily with her hands akimbo. I managed to sit up but it was extremely difficult to speak. No matter how hard I tried, my words were refusing to articulate. No one could understand what I was going through. Not even one person. They all thought I was rather being stupid, mourning my lost and broken relationship. But it was more than that. I felt empty. The reason for my existence and all my life's worth was no where beside me.

Madam Fresh seemed to calm down when she noticed how depressed I looked. She heaved a sigh before taking a seat beside me. She looked at me with sympathy in here eyes and pulled me into what I would I call a motherly embrace. At that point, I began releasing all the built-in tension as I rested my head on her shoulders. I cried to my heart's content. She only patted my back continuously without interrupting.

It was only after sometime that she spoke, "Jiro, you know say na my pikin you be and I don't like the way you're looking, ehh. Wetin happen na?" She asked, looking at me with pity in her eyes.

I tried opening my mouth to speak but as I thought of everything, my emotions failed me once again and I became a mess of tears. I was broken. I needed my girlfriend back.

"Jiro talk to me now," madam Fresh begged, almost frustrated.

"Madam Fresh you no go understand." I said, shaking my head. Madam Fresh looked at me attentively. "Na.... na Efosa cause all these things o. That bloody winch wey I just use my church mind help......" I lamented

"Wetin happen?" Madam Fresh asked, urging me to go on. I took my time to explain all the events that conspired from the point of Ajay's visit to the point where I was informed of her departure from the country. Madam Fresh felt sorrowful. I could tell from the facial expression she kept as she carefully listened to me talk.

When I was through explaining all that happened, she remained mute, allowing only the sound of the ticking clock fill the air. Taking in a deep breath, she spoke in a soothing, calm voice. So calm that I couldn't help relaxing as I listened to her talk.

"Jiro, I know say right now your mind just dey only for your woman side. Your heartaches and I fully understand. But you have to move on. I am not saying that you should forget about her. No! I am just saying that you should continue with your life."

"See ehn, Jiro make I tell you something. I dey sure say as your babe dey away, she go dey try do things wey go make her life better so that as she dey come back, she go don upgrade both for herself and for the people wey she love. I want you to do the same thing. Work on yourself and improve. Be that guy that would be able to stand next to her confidently by the time she gets back so that you go fit claim your babe. No be say when she come back now, because you been de here dey cry up and down, another man go come carry am. And na your loss be that. Life don win you 2-0 and I wouldn't want that for you. Mhmm?"

"What of if she don marry another man before that time or she no like me again?" The thought alone gave me goosebumps.

"No fear, I know who women are. That girl loves you so much that's why she was affected that badly."

Madam Fresh left me hours later to my thoughts, only after ensuring that I ate a proper meal. I could only think of Ajay's heartbreaking words to me on my birthday.

"........ I don't even know what I was thinking dating a poverty-stricken fellow like you. I mean, look at you, you are not even my spec, no, you are less than my spec."

She was right. I was poverty-stricken and dumb. I wouldn't even stand a chance standing close to a guy who is her spec. That was the motivation I needed. I was going to be her spec, if not more.

I started the journey by completing my registration at UNILAG and securing a small room off-campus with the help of Madam Fresh. I had just one friend and roommate, Tope, who was a medical student then. We had a lot of things in common and we got along great.

I barely had anything to do with women except random hookups. My heart belonged to only one woman, the one I was patiently waiting for. I engaged in several other part-time jobs which helped a lot in settling my bills. It wasn't so easy but I managed to still do very well in my academics.

After 5 solid years, I graduated as the top of my class with a First Class Honours in Petrochemical Engineering. Madam Fresh was the first person I told. She yelped in excitement, informing almost the entire neighborhood that her son was now a graduate.

"O boy! You suppose throw party invite Oga landlord. That man think say we no go make am for this life...." Dele spoke, his eyes twinkling in excitement.

"Come on, will you shut your mouth?!" Madam Fresh interjected even before I could utter a reply. Her right hand moved rapidly to Dele's left ear and gave it a painful squeeze followed by a smack which he successfully dodged, wincing at his hurting ear. "No carry this your bad English come influence Jiro again o. From now on, if you want to talk to Jiro, speak proper English."

I shook in laughter at their childish banter. They were more than a perfect match for each other.

"Madam Fresh, na because say......" Madam Fresh rapidly removed her slippers and held it in her hands, ready to give Dele the beating of his life, "No, no.... Madam Fresh calm down. Chill mehn. I'm a states bwoy yunno," Dele said in his usual terrible American accent which always manages to irritate my entire plexus of nerves.

I frowned, smacking the back of his head with my palm, "Shut up your mouth! Are you not tired of this your lie lie? You just dey lie up and down."

He shut his eyes, massaging the spot of infliction, "Aiish..! You no know say your hand dey pai......." Madam Fresh's slippers landing at the top of his head got him screaming in frustration.

"Jesus! Wetin I do una na? Abeg make una come dey go." He waved his hands downwards in a bid to get us to leave his shop. Dele was very lucky enough to win a lotto which got him over five hundred thousand naira. It was really difficult convincing him to start a provision store. Left to him, he would have loved to spend the money on his 'chicks'.

"Dele, na pity I just dey pity you," Madam Fresh shook her head at him. She motioned her head toward the door, "Jiro, let's leave here."

Thanks to Madam Fresh, I had an elaborate party to celebrate my graduation. Her husband also returned from Singapore as a surprise on the same day, it was more of a double celebration.

I was almost clocking 31 at that time so I was given a letter of exemption from participating in the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC). It was sad that I wasn't going to partake in that beautiful experience but I was happy because I went immediately for my masters in England thanks to a scholarship awarded to me by CHEVRON.

Just as I was about rounding up, I met my cousin Oghenetega. Thanks to him and his father, I was able to redeem my position in OPEL and bring those murderers to justice.

The first time I saw Ajay after so many years was when she came for an interview at the company's headquarters in Lagos. My heart wouldn't stop racing, she had become even more beautiful. Her dress sense and killer body was still to die for. I couldn't keep my composure and had to excuse myself from being part of the interviewers on seat. It surprised me how much effect she still had on me. Watching her from a hidden corner as she spoke with effluence and grace made my heart swell in pride.

That is my woman!

I was a bit disappointed when she indicated that she would love to work at the Abuja branch since that was where she currently resided. All my efforts to make her stay in Lagos was futile thanks to silly Tega. That didn't stop me from always visiting the Abuja branch twice every year for three whole years under the guise of inspection. Ajay's promotion to the branch manager wasn't so hard for me to accomplish because she was a very hardworking lady.

I had a whole lot of things to tell her but now that she was seated opposite me, I was lost for words. She looked breathtaking in the red off-shoulder thigh slit gown which had all the beauties of her sexy body fully exposed. Red was my colour and I could easily say it was made for her. She could pass for an instrument of seduction, just staring at her exposed cleavage brought unholy thoughts. I frowned when I noticed she was staring rather at a couple on the dance floor.

"Are you just going to keep staring at them?" My strained voice brought her eyes back to my face. I could see her shift uncomfortably in her seat.

I smiled. I make her nervous.

She stared at me for sometime, like she was trying hard to remember where she knew me from. I wouldn't blame her for not recognizing me. I literally went from Pawpaw to Giulio Berruti.

"This one you are staring at me like this, did you miss me?" I was nervous as hell, I really don't know how I managed to keep my composure. I admit, it was all my idea. The whole random seat number thing. I just wanted to make sure she was mine for the evening.

"Excuse me?!" I laughed at her sassy-ness, she had a sprinkle of drama queen.

"Hi Ajay, I'm Ovie-Onyinvwi Oghenefejiro Francis, the Executive Director at OPEL. Really very pleasant to meet you," I stretched my hands over the table for a handshake. This was not how I planned it. I don't just know why I did that.  I could see her body harden in her chair, her eyes widen in shock as she stared at me bewildered.

I waited.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

She made no move to respond to my handshake. Instead, her face hardened, her eyes became glassy and her lips parted and closed several times. I stretched my hand to pick hers which rested on her thighs but she quickly withdrew back her hand like I was going to burn her with my touch.

I was scared.

Really scared.

"Now for the award ceremony, we shall welcome on stage the executive director of this huge company, Engr. Ovie-Oyinvwi Oghenefejiro," The boring MC announced. I briefly turned to look at the 'stage' and turned my head back to the love of my life but she had already stood up and was making her way of of the hall.

I froze in my seat.

She was crying. I could see the handkerchief she held dearly to her face like she was down with the flu. The crowd clapped cheerfully as they waited for my appearance.

I stood up and walked towards the stage but my heart knew better.

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