There’s this dispatch rider I always use because I like sticking to vendors once they deliver good service.
Since he delivered my birthday cake from a client, he became my go-to for all my deliveries.
Now, me, I’m a foodie. The kind that sees something fine online and orders without thinking twice. If I like it, I buy it. Simple. So, I order food a lot.
Sometimes, when he came around, I’d give him small food if I had cooked. Other times, after paying for his service, I’d dash him extra or round up the money.
I never saw him as just a dispatch rider. I related to him like an equal, gisted with him sometimes.
So, one day, I’m chatting with a client-turned-friend, and she tells me about an opening in her company. Immediately, I think, “Ah, this could be good for my dispatch guy!” I pick up my phone and call him, excited to share the news.
As soon as he picked up, he started hailing me.
“Aunty! That food wey you give me ehn, chai! Too sweet!”
I laughed. “Glad you liked it.”
“No be ordinary sweetness o. Abeg, you put something inside?”
I frowned. “Something like what?”
He laughed a naughty laugh. “Love portion o! Because since I chop that your food, I just deh think about you. I no fit sleep. I just deh dream about you.”
I was silent, hoping I misheard. But nope, he continued.
“Aunty see eh, I get feelings for you. I no mind your age—I know say you senior me, but age na number. I go fit handle you well.”
My silence didn’t discourage him.
You sabi cook, but why you deh always order food? Na red flag for men o! But no worry, me I no mind, because I know say you sabi cook. And once we start dating, you no go buy food online again. I go make sure say na only your food I deh chop.”
My mind was far I was wondering what I did and which diety did offended for this thing to be happening to me
“See, no mind my work o. For you eh, I go stop this work, find better job so I fit deh take care of you. Just say yes.”
I still said nothing.
“Hello, baby? Baby, are you there?”
Acha…Achalugo, I am going to marry you....
I ended the call and blocked him.
That’s how he missed the opportunity I was calling to give him because of yansh.
The End
Ajebo Writer
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Since he delivered my birthday cake from a client, he became my go-to for all my deliveries.
Now, me, I’m a foodie. The kind that sees something fine online and orders without thinking twice. If I like it, I buy it. Simple. So, I order food a lot.
Sometimes, when he came around, I’d give him small food if I had cooked. Other times, after paying for his service, I’d dash him extra or round up the money.
I never saw him as just a dispatch rider. I related to him like an equal, gisted with him sometimes.
So, one day, I’m chatting with a client-turned-friend, and she tells me about an opening in her company. Immediately, I think, “Ah, this could be good for my dispatch guy!” I pick up my phone and call him, excited to share the news.
As soon as he picked up, he started hailing me.
“Aunty! That food wey you give me ehn, chai! Too sweet!”
I laughed. “Glad you liked it.”
“No be ordinary sweetness o. Abeg, you put something inside?”
I frowned. “Something like what?”
He laughed a naughty laugh. “Love portion o! Because since I chop that your food, I just deh think about you. I no fit sleep. I just deh dream about you.”
I was silent, hoping I misheard. But nope, he continued.
“Aunty see eh, I get feelings for you. I no mind your age—I know say you senior me, but age na number. I go fit handle you well.”
My silence didn’t discourage him.
You sabi cook, but why you deh always order food? Na red flag for men o! But no worry, me I no mind, because I know say you sabi cook. And once we start dating, you no go buy food online again. I go make sure say na only your food I deh chop.”
My mind was far I was wondering what I did and which diety did offended for this thing to be happening to me
“See, no mind my work o. For you eh, I go stop this work, find better job so I fit deh take care of you. Just say yes.”
I still said nothing.
“Hello, baby? Baby, are you there?”
Acha…Achalugo, I am going to marry you....
I ended the call and blocked him.
That’s how he missed the opportunity I was calling to give him because of yansh.
The End
Ajebo Writer
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
There’s this dispatch rider I always use because I like sticking to vendors once they deliver good service.
Since he delivered my birthday cake from a client, he became my go-to for all my deliveries.
Now, me, I’m a foodie. The kind that sees something fine online and orders without thinking twice. If I like it, I buy it. Simple. So, I order food a lot.
Sometimes, when he came around, I’d give him small food if I had cooked. Other times, after paying for his service, I’d dash him extra or round up the money.
I never saw him as just a dispatch rider. I related to him like an equal, gisted with him sometimes.
So, one day, I’m chatting with a client-turned-friend, and she tells me about an opening in her company. Immediately, I think, “Ah, this could be good for my dispatch guy!” I pick up my phone and call him, excited to share the news.
As soon as he picked up, he started hailing me.
“Aunty! That food wey you give me ehn, chai! Too sweet!”
I laughed. “Glad you liked it.”
“No be ordinary sweetness o. Abeg, you put something inside?”
I frowned. “Something like what?”
He laughed a naughty laugh. “Love portion o! Because since I chop that your food, I just deh think about you. I no fit sleep. I just deh dream about you.”
I was silent, hoping I misheard. But nope, he continued.
“Aunty see eh, I get feelings for you. I no mind your age—I know say you senior me, but age na number. I go fit handle you well.”
My silence didn’t discourage him.
You sabi cook, but why you deh always order food? Na red flag for men o! But no worry, me I no mind, because I know say you sabi cook. And once we start dating, you no go buy food online again. I go make sure say na only your food I deh chop.”
My mind was far I was wondering what I did and which diety did offended for this thing to be happening to me
“See, no mind my work o. For you eh, I go stop this work, find better job so I fit deh take care of you. Just say yes.”
I still said nothing.
“Hello, baby? Baby, are you there?”
Acha…Achalugo, I am going to marry you....
I ended the call and blocked him.
That’s how he missed the opportunity I was calling to give him because of yansh.
The End
Ajebo Writer
©️Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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