He Married My Girl When I Was Broke. And He Got Served – Episode 1

​Before Maria (the Karashika that turned me into a gamophobe),there were others.
Actually,many others.
Growing up,before he got admitted into the university of Jos,thebachelor stumbled onto a Socrates quote,”man know thyself”.
He went on a soul searching and discovered that no woman was good enough for him. To put it appropriately,he’s too good for just one woman.
Who will blame him? He thicks all the boxes for the vain young women. He was
tall,dark and handsome. With a little cash to buy some nice clothes.
Good looks,good dress sense and a pretty okay IQ. Thebachelor was a killer. Still killing though. ”smiles”.
As a fresher,when l resumed,pop gave me so much money that lying to get extra wasn’t necessary.
After all the necessities were taken care of,the rest went on booze,clothes and miscellaneous.
I was a fresh fresher,always looked sharp. The females noticed me,the gangs too… And they gossip. I was toasted,but that’s a gist for another day.
I had my standard,though. So not every Jumoke,Nkiru or Bilkisu that liked me had some. Though l gave cheerfully,l was stingy if you fell below my standard.
Tall(at least for a woman),pretty(beautiful was an added advantage),sexy looking(very essential),and most importantly she had to be understanding.
I put a premium on understanding.

She must understand that like buhari – l belong to everygirl and l belong to no girl.
That the fastest way to send me to a beer parlour was to nag whenever l was around her.
She must understand that unnecessary demands turned me off.
If she understood just these, any short coming in other criteria may be forgiven.
Most of the girls understood that and we were all fine. A few refused to understand,but there weren’t a problem.
n Nigeria,we call it love at first sight but in Sicily,it is called ”thunderbolt”.
It is that moment when a man sees a lady for the first time and momentarily loses all his senses.
I was in my 2nd semester of my first year when l first saw Nonye. Standing at the entrance of the school building at permanent site,l sighted Nonye running towards the building from about 100metres out.
The rain had started pouring down heavily,and except she has the speed of Usain Bolt she was guaranteed some wetness.
Till this day l’m still trying to figure what pushed me to do the next thing l did,whether it was stupidity or it was love. But l remember seizing a gentleman’s umbrella,jumped into the rain,charged towards her like a prince charming on a mission to rescue his cinderella from a deadly storm.
”l can’t let an angel drench”,l said when l intercepted her.
She quickly hid under the umbrella and said ”thank you”.
Her voice felt like magic. I put my right arm around her shoulder and held up the umbrella with my left. This was the best moment of my life,second only to the day Nonye let me have it – and that took quite a while.
I was so engrossed in the moment that l failed to notice that l had snatched that umbrella from the kingpin of one of the gangs. And that little stunt though,it gave me Nonye’s heart in the long run,it caused me my admission.
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To be continued