An excerpt from where we left off…
So as fate’ll have it, Mayaa’s calls started getting on call waiting too often, plus I wasn’t too quick to reply her texts. It wasn’t that I was jumping on the next available bus o, I was just filling my tank, charging my phone (sorry, that’s a me-&-Sheila way of saying; getting some excitement). The stench of a withdrawing boyfriend stunk real badly.
That week, when I went to see Maa at home, I left my phone to go use the washroom. When I returned, her mood had changed. “Why wassup?” I kept pestering her “O nothing, I just have a lot on my mind” (guys, fyi, if your lady has ‘a lot on her mind, get to the bottom of it ASAP!) but she wouldn’t say. After I tried half a dozen times, I just left it. Later that night when she called to check if I’d gotten home she asked “Who’s Sheila-aburi”?
The Showdown!
If there’re two things I’ve come to respect Mayaa for, they’re her intellect and discernment. I’ve learnt that when a very smart girl has you pinned to the wall and asks you a killer question, you really have just one smart option; try to create humor, ask your own more-friendly-but-equally-relevant question, and answer it! Denying stuff isn’t the best way out with a smart girl; it insults her intelligence, and that’s even worse than catching you red-handed. Read the rest of this entry »

