Seams – Episode 3: Frenemies and New Beginnings
”FRENEMIES AND NEW BEGINNINGS”
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Louise turned in her plush bed and absently-mindedly pressed the button that silenced the alarm clock on her bedside vanity table. With closed eyes, she groped along the table till she felt the sleek lines of her iPhone, which she gingerly picked up and brought to her face, squinting as the light hurt her eyes. She instantly felt guilty, she hadn’t even prayed yet and she was already swiping at the touch screen. The guilt was quickly forgotten as she noticed the text message icon blinking on the top left corner and her heart began to race. Only one person still sent her text messages.
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“I don’t know why you won’t get a twitter, Panlam. No one uses text messages anymore. Even Saan’s asked you and you still say no.”
Panlam paused midstroke and smirked at Louise through the mirror that took one third of the wall.
“First, Saanyol won’t appreciate you shortening his name, You guys aren’t ‘chummy’ like that.”
She finished applying her lipgloss and turned to the bed. “Second, I don’t need a twitter, my life is already far too exciting as it is. Don’t need to broadcast it.”
Louise gave a tight lipped smile in response and started pulling on her wedges. Panlam ignored the silence and gave Louise’s room another once over. She had changed the curtains and room color, again. The mirror was new too. She let out an involuntary sigh, she really missed her tiny flat back at school, furnished to her exact whims. Too bad none of her friends here were going to see it. She picked her clutch off Louise’s bed and pulled down the hem of her mini dress for good luck.
“Gimme a sec, lemme hide your other clothes, madam Clark Kent.”
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11:35am @JunieThePoet: *sigh* I miss him.
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11:41am @JunieThePoet: . Panlam and I heading out #Besties #Roadtrip #Cool
From Instagram
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11:44am @FuckMeImStupid: *chuckles* RT @JunieThePoet . Panlam and I heading out #Besties #Roadtrip #Cool
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A couple of hard knocks on the door to his flat startled Saanyol out of his induced sleep. He jumped off the couch he’d passed out on and frantically picked up the spent blister packs strewn around the centre table and bundled it up with the tray of untouched ones, pushing the whole thing into a nearby cabinet.
“Saan, stop cleaning up and open up jor.” Panlam’s raspy voice shrieked from the door. “You can’t scam me, I already know you’re a filthy pig.”
Saanyol grinned and kicked the cabinet door shut. He stalked to the front door, flung it open and scooped Panlam into a bear hug.
“You ehn! So you entered Lagos and you didn’t even tell me.”
Panlam smacked him on his tattoed shoulder. “It was last minute, besides I like catching you unaware.”
“Hello.” Louise squeaked from behind Panlam.
“Panlam, You dragged this one along?” Saan muttered, slightly amused.
She frowned. “You know she’s my alibi. If I didn’t come with her, my father wouldn’t have let me go anywhere.”
Saanyol scrunched his nose at Panlam in mock digust and extended a hand to Louise. She took it and he pointed her to the only loveseat in the room. He collapsed into one end of the settee directly opposite. Panlam ignored the other end of the settee and made a beeline for the fridge in the kitchen.
“Welcome to mi casa. One of these days, you should ditch this old thing here and come hang out, like a big girl.”
Louise lowered her eyes. “Err… I don’t know?”
Panlam cackled from the kitchen. “You don’t know?”
“Please leave her oh.” Saanyol cut in. “She’s trying to stay loyal to her side preek.”
Panlam gasped. “Side Preek?!!! Lou, You?”
“Ah! She hasn’t told you, yet you people are putting up pictures with bestie hashtags on instagram. She and Xhiz go on ‘dates’ and shit. Which day sef she was tweeting poetry about him. Who knows if she’s given him her kpekus to kpansh yet?”
Louise’s yellow cheeks reddened and she instantly found something to do on the phone in her lap. Panlam walked out of the kitchen, hands burdened with a half full bottle of Grey Goose vodka and a tumbler. She went over to the loveseat and pressed Louise to herself in an uncomfortable side hug.
“Don’t mind Saanyol jor. I’m not angry that you didn’t tell me about Xhiz. Besides who you open your coochie for is your business. Because…”
“I haven’t slept with him!” Louise blurted out. She shrugged Panlam’s hand off her shoulder.
“It isn’t like that between me and Chibuzor. We’re just friends that’s all. Can you guys just talk about something else?”
Saanyol scoffed. “Okay oh! We’ve heard. Just be informed that Xhiz’s ‘friendship’ comes with complementary souvenirs.”
Panlam smirked and joined Saanyol on the sofa. They quickly fell into raucous conversation about the happenings in Panlam’s school and all the mayhem he had orchestrated in her absence. Panlam poured from the bottle of vodka and they passed the tumbler around taking swigs. Louise joined dutifully and laughed where necessary, chugging twice as much alcohol as the others to calm her frayed nerves. Just then, she noticed the edge of a blister pack wedged into the cushion of her chair. She covertly fished it out and read the print on the foil encasing the 10 tiny ovoid tablets.
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1:14pm @JunieThePoet: Quick question, what’s the street name for Diazepam?
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CHAT HISTORY
Louise.J Adegoke
Hey.
Xhiz
Wow! You turned on the Android. What’s happened to your precious iPhone?
Louise.J Adegoke
Yeah. That. The phones are on. It’s just that I’m in a public place and I don’t want to leave and make a call.
Xhiz
Where are you? Aren’t you supposed to be with Panlam?
Louise.J Adegoke
Yeah, we’re with Saanyol.
Did you tell him anything about us?
Because he knows about us hanging out and then he said something about you and surprises.
Xhiz
Lol! @ ‘Hanging out’. Sha, no idea what he was talking about.
Louise.J Adegoke
Chi, can I ask you something private?
Xhiz
Sure.
Louise.J Adegoke
Do you have a girlfriend you’re cheating on?
Xhiz
LMAO!!! Noap.
*Nope.
I don’t have any girlfriend right now.
Stupid autocorrect.
Louise.J Adegoke
Do you have a baby with someone somewhere?
Xhiz
Hian! Where is this coming from?
Louise.J Adegoke
*sigh* Nvm
Xhiz
You know what, whatever!
Need to take a drive. Call me later?
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2:49pm @FarhadRox: First cognate core lecture today. Phil204. Less than 40 students offering. Why do I have to study socrates AGAIN? (._. ) ( ._.)
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3:05pm @FarhadRox: just got spotted by someone I don’t want to see ever again. And we have this class together all semester. FML!!!
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3:08pm: @InsuredLegs: This cannot be happening to me. Fuck! Who did I offend?
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3:10pm @InsuredLegs: Nothing I hate more than being made to feel like a selfish airhead by this idiot. Pffft!!!
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3:14pm @FuckMeImStupid: Come in command. Subs fired, I repeat, Subs fired in sector 11 of the TL. Take cover.
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3:19pm @EntertainMe: LOL! FOOOOL!!! RT @FuckMeImStupid: Come in command. Subs fired, I repeat, Subs fired in sector 11 of the TL. Take cover.
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“Hey, isn’t that your cousin? The Hot Hausa one?” Janet, one of Kikelomo’s lackeys whispered from behind her. The class was small and the lecturer, a short stocky professor with a temper could see everyone quite clearly so Kike couldn’t turn her head and reply. She tore off a tiny piece of paper instead and scribbled before covertly passing it behind. She wanted to send a message but that Janet’s Blackberry was never on silent. Shediat!
“Ah! But why aren’t you guys talking?”
A slightly larger sheet with more scribbling changed hands.
“Ah! Kike, you sef. How will you not follow your cousin? Is it not just a follow back? Your own na wa oh! Please do and apologise so you can introduce that hunk of hausa chocolate to somebody.”
Kike hissed reflexively and stomped on Janet’s outstretched foot beside her, drawing out a yowl and inadvertently attracting the attention of the lecturer. The bespectacled woman turned sharply in their direction and pointed to Janet.
“You, yellow shirt. Get your stupid self out of my lecture hall!”
Janet looked as though she were about to cry. “But ma…”
“You want me to ban you from my class for the rest of the semester?” Professor Arigbede threatened.
Janet needed no more persuading. She tearfully packed her books and shuffled out of the class. Kike’s heart fell once she noticed Tomiwa observing the spectacle from his seat, his face completely impassive. He had seen everything, further validation for what he thought about her. He’d tell his mother, just like he told his mother about their argument that first day and her ignoring him the day after. Eventually the gist always got back to her father who then talked her ear off for it. He’d given her a week to mend things with him. Sigh. She glued her eyes to her book and tried to ignore what just happened and just get through the class.
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4:22pm @MizzJeanae: Some girls can be such backstabbing bitches. Oniranu Oshi.
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4:35pm @FarhadRox: well, @InsuredLegs, I think this is your sub. RT @MizzJeanae: Some girls can be such backstabbing bitches. Oniranu Oshi.
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Kikelomo was waiting in the corridor by the time Farhad finished registering with Prof Arigbede. He saw her and paused before side stepping her and continuing on his way.
She swivelled. “Tomiwa! Why are you ignoring me like this? We’re cousins oh?”
He stopped but didn’t turn. “You’re a selfish, thoughtless person. But I realise you do it unconsciously now. Still, doesn’t make it any easier to like you.”
“I’m sorry about that day.” She said.
“I’d already forgiven you.” He replied and started down the steps, leaving her standing alone in the Department of Philosphy corridor.
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Status Message: Received at 3 June 20– 5:42pm
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Subject: Kiki The Great (@InsuredLegs) is now following you on Twitter!
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Seams is written by @edgothboy
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Next Week on SEAMS:
EPISODE 4: We like to Partay!
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Lol
–___– Old man..
Hehe. Still yet to read
u seriously hate ds 1st tingy… hian
hian
Hi :)
Hmmmmmm
Why are you always 'hmmmmmming'?
LOOL Unku HLBlue!
Kike is trips mehn…. Tomiwa is d gee! And I still haven't got a hang of all d characters…
Time dey sha!
too damn short, or maybe it's cos i read fast. great story.
i still miss Tope though, the nigerian James Bond
Tis too short jor! Hain! Had to write all d xters down real names, twitter names n bbm names x_x nice write up tho
There's something we're looking forward to, right? Something is going to happen, no?
loooool
kike is just a mumu. after all the forming…….maybe farhad will shag her. who knows……she needs to be fucked-up
Farhad is her cousin yo!
doesn't mean he cant still shag her?!
Funny how people just let others see all that's going on in their real lives by their tweets. That place is like a haunt for people watchers. Well written Eddie. This story is also revealing things about you, in case you weren't aware. :)
'side preek' has to be the phrase-of-the-day! LOL
Please next time include a table with Hebrew names, ethnic names, Whatsapp names and Twitter handles. I cannot for the life of me remember what I just read, because I don't know who is who and when they said what.
LOOOOOOOL
exactly… very confusing. But i gerrit now. atink.
Hian. Is very simple na. Dere r jus like 6 main ppl n d handles r easy
Stop being an old woman.. just 6 major characters so far.. keep up… :p
1st….. buhahahahahahaha….
what a busy day.
anyway….:…
so Kike finally followed tomiwa, lol… keeping up with d characters tho, or shld i get a jotter?
Kike has to be the new definition of drama! And what is Saanyol shacking?
@Tula, why haven't i gotten any notifications on posts for the past two days? :(
Can't blive I vnt been readin dis til 2day. Is a great story. Love itttt.
where have u been?
Oya catch your sub. Gets more realistic with each passing episode. If I wasn't in far away Ghana, i'd have thought someone was feeding Ed info about people i know. Still possible anyway…
LOOOOOOOL……LIKE I KNOW RIGHT
Maybe it is just me, but every character has an iPhone, is that absolutely necessary?
Interesting!
Really, it is. it had substitutes for the language too
great!
I don't understand the twitter thingy…
It doesn't really connect or maybe my mind is not as
fast as it used to be.