Fine boy was smitten with fine girl and they started a short lived relationship.

Sis had already fallen yakata in love with him as he ticked most of her boxes. He was the first lover to buy her the complete works of Enid Blyton after she told him she had never owned a copy before. He also introduced her to Grisham, Follett and Clancy’s oeuvres. During their daily conversations, they made future plans together.

Fine boy invited fine girl to his home one day and sis met the shock of her life. His mum was in the sitting room. A spacious edifice of understated elegance.

Sis stuttered when Mummy with the long hair coldly asked how she gained entrance inside the house. Sis tried telling her that it was Musa, Adamu or Ibrahim(sis can’t remember which)the security that opened the gate. Mum dialled the intercom and asked Musa, Adamu or Ibrahim to come inside. Sis kept wondering when bro with the hyphenated surname would come rescue her from his Mummy’s grasp but bro was no where to be found.

Sis couldn’t even admire the walled photographs showing one of the nation’s founding fathers shaking hands with presumably boy-with-the-hyphenated- surname’s Dad.

Mum with the good hair sternly warned Musa Adamu or Ibrahim never to allow any STRAY person to enter the house again. Sis was flabberwhelmed because even though she has a vast grasp of the English language, sis had never heard the word used on humans before except unwanted animals.

Sis walked out dejectedly with Musa-whatyacalit marching right behind her. She managed to steal a last glimpse of the house where she had temporarily nursed delusional dreams of being its mistress only to see bro hiding behind a drawn curtain mouthing the words…” I am sorry, I love you or I will call you.”

It was hard to tell which and sis is finding it difficult to remember with two kids now.

Musa-what-ya-callit shuts the gate behind her muffling Mummy with the good hair raising her voice at bro-with-the-hyphenated-surname.

The end.