The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 6

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 6

Depression

During the days that followed my trip to
Bremen, I stayed indoors. Nothing seemed to
remove my mind from what happened. It was
difficult to eat. I blamed myself for my
actions over what happened. I was weak and
a part of me wanted to reach out to Jennifer
again. I wanted to run back to Bremen and
beg her on my knees, I wanted to hold her
in my arms again like I used to do. I wanted
to carry her on my back like I used to do, I
wanted her to hold my hand in the street and
wave it like she used to do but the reality
was that it was going to be difficult to
welcome her back. There was no guarantee
that she wouldn’t do it again or that she had
not been doing it. I knew she would be trying
to get me on the phone.

To ease my pains, I decided to go out and
play with women again. It was time to open
up my heart to someone else. I had to move
on with my life. I decided to start with
Chichi, the young lady serving food at the
Afro shop. I visited their shop one afternoon
and saw her sitting on a man’s lap. People
were still at work, she was alone with the
man. They even pretended not to have noticed
me. The girl just smiled, asked what I
wanted casual and remained where she was. I
smiled and waved her never to mind what I
wanted and walked out of the shop. That
incident didn’t concern me a lot. The only
attachment to the event was that I had hoped
to make a move on her. She didn’t belong to
me anyway.

I walked to a cyber cafe across the street and
bought an hour voucher. I checked my email
and saw about five new mails.
One was from Agnes. She had heard that I
was back in Berlin but couldn’t find my
phone number. She wanted us to meet again.
She added a church address where she
worshiped with many Nigerians every sunday.
I replied the mail and told her that I would
visit the church on Sunday.
The second mail was from a shoe company
which I had contacted to see if they could be
producing shoes at cheap rates for me. I
wanted to be sending them down to Nigeria.

They wrote that the least they could charge for
a pair of shoes was €39 if I could order for
10 dozens at a time. I replied and told them
that I would visit their office as soon as
possible.
The third mail was from scammers. The
sender had claimed to live in London. He had
demanded that I send him my contact details
including my bank account so that he will send
2 millions dollars into the account which we
will share later. I replied and sent him my
Savanah bank account number back in
Nigeria. The Savanah bank had closed some
weeks before I left Nigeria. I had some
N200000 inside the account. Maybe his 2
million dollars could revive the bank. Who
knows.

The rest of the mails were spams so I just
deleted them and played with Ms Office. I
had newly discovered that wonderful application
but I didn’t know how to use it. I wanted to
learn it but haven’t found someone who would
teach me.

My phone rang. It was an unknown number.
I hardly answered such calls but since I was
bored, I picked it.
” Baby please don’t hang the phone on me”
It was Jennifer.
” How did you get this number” I asked.
” Johnson your friend gave it to me” she
said.

I remembered that I did not tell Johnson what
happened between us. I also remembered that
I had given her Johnson’s phone number the
day we left Portugal. She had almost gotten
stranded at the Tegel airport berlin because
she had left her phone with me. As a result,
I had told her to memorize Johnson’s number
and that of my elder brother in Nigeria.
”What can I do for you Jennifer” I asked.
She started crying on the phone. It touched
me to hear her cry, therefore I cut off the
call. She called back ten minutes later and I
answered again.

She begged for forgiveness. She claimed it
was the first time. She said she had nobody
else in Germany except me and didn’t know
what to do when she got out of Camp.
” You know what you were doing in Lisbon
Jennifer, go back to it. Bremen is a big
city, I am sure there are thousands of men
who would want to sleep with you. You are a
beautiful girl, men like to sleep with beautiful
girls” I said. She kept quiet as I continued.
” If you have something important to tell
me,, please say it. I am going to change
this phone as soon as we finish talking. I am
also going to ask Johnson not to give you the
new number” I continued.
She cried as I reminded her where I had
picked her up, how I was nearly killed in
Portugal because of her. How I had brought
her to Germany and made up stories to help
her asylum.

I had wanted her to go to school in Berlin.
The system allowed people under the age of
16 to attend language schools and if the
person did well, she could be allowed to
attend higher schools. As a result, I had told
her to use 16 years as her age.
I was going to pay for her fees if she got
admitted.

Finally, I told her that I will keep her bags
safe for her. She had asked what bags since
she left only one bag with me. I had told her
that I bought a bag for her and packed new
cloths and shoes in it. I told her that I will
still give them to her but that would be the
end of it. She cried throughout the call
duration.

When we finished talking, I decided not to
change the phone number. I knew she would
be calling but the decision to take the calls
was mine. I pitied the teenage girl. She
obviously didn’t think about the repercussions
of what she was doing. She didn’t think that
I could visit Bremen unannounced.
As soon as I left the Cyber cafe, Marko
called. It was time for business again.