Switched---A Nigerian Story

Episode 1

Sandra Okoye groaned when her phone rang and She knew better than not responding to her P.A’s call whom she knew was either at her door waiting for permission to barge inside or outside in one of her dramatic Limosuine to get her to one of those crazy movie Promotions which she dreaded attending.

“Yea?” she croaked.

“Wake up sunshine!

“Whatever…, what time is it?”

“It’s 7am, I’m almost at the hotel you lodged in and I need you to kindly prepare before I get to the door and see something I’m sure you don’t want me seeing.”

“Get me espresso on your way here…”

“Like I need you to tell me that.” Pamela giggled. “One day you’re going to be so drunk on Caffeine you’re going to need Valium to put you back to sleep.”

“Well, just in case you don’t know, I was sleeping before you woke me up with your annoying voice.” She snapped and hung up before Pamela could say anything else.

She sighed and closed her eyes to rest her head on the vanity trying to get her thoughts together before a masculine hand flung itself over her.

“Hey baby…”

“Marvin, not now…” she tried to push him away but he pulled her closer and held her trapped beneath him.

“I have a Movie Promotion in London by 8.” She protested when he started kissing her. Didn’t this man just know when to stop? Just because she’d agreed to let him lodge with her tonight after his constant begging didn’t mean she wanted him to start acting like he was a permanent boyfriend.

“Marvin, you have to leave. Now.” She succeeded in pushing him away and reached for her robe. Hurriedly putting it on with trembling fingers, she avoided his eyes as much as possible.

Marvin slumped back into the bed and looked at her. ”It’s still him isn’t it?”

Sandra frowned. ”What?”

“Bayo. And you’d rather be with him ‘cos he gets you all those contracts, all those things I can’t give you and he doesn’t treat you the way I do.”

Sandra was furious. ”I can’t believe you have the guts to say that into my face Marvin.” She went to pick his clothes from the floor and flung it at him. ”Get out! Get out and don’t call me!”

“But baby…”

“Get the F- out of my room, out of my hotel and out of my life”

Marvin didn’t know why Sandra had snapped at his statement and wondered if she was having her terrible mood swings again as usual. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t told her the truth.

He was going to give her time to chill off. He was sure before night time, She was going to be calling his cell phone telling him of how she didn’t want to spend another night at her house because Bayo had a way of always getting on her nerves, making her cry and he was sure the same man was responsible for the little bruises he’d seen while she was sleeping after they’d had sex last night.

But she would never say. She just liked to act bossy and bitchy when he hit the right notes.

He grabbed his boxers and struggled to put it on since he was sure she intended to drag him out as well with the way her eyes threw daggers at him.

“You know we can always talk about this baby…”

“Talk my as's. There’s nothing you’re saying to me that I’m gonna sit down here and listen to.”

She snapped and went towards the door opening it wide for him to find his way out. Was this how far she was going to humiliate him and herself as well? It was like her moods got better of her whenever she was angry and she often forgot paparazzis could be hanging around taking mental notes of what was going on in the life of a celebrity like her.

He threw on his checkered shirt and jeans and pulled on his timberland boots. He hated to admit she was the one who bought him his boots and half of his wardrobe. She’d been the one to pay for their dinner and this hotel where she lodged or probably the benefits of shooting a popular movie in London where she was the supporting actress.

He doubted Women in Nigeria treated their Men like she did to him presently.

She would come calling, he knew she would. And he would let her suffer a little before he gave in once more.

Immediately he stepped out, she banged the door behind him and locked it.

He bounced off and dusted it off his shoulders. He had enough cash to keep him for the day.

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