Fleeing from Bella

It was a Saturday and as always it was a very hectic day. I had a mountain of work to lower and very little time. My eyes kept traveling to the wall clock as I attacked all my chores with gusto while savoring the thought of my newest discovery.

The truth is unwinding for me meant seeing movies, singing or chasing a volley ball around the court with a trainer whenever hanging out or hosting friends was not possible. But ever since I bumped into the best therapy in the world, old things passed away and everything in my life became new. 

The thought of the vibrating sweaty bodies,  constant laughter, rippling muscles, moans and groans of newbies trying to impress and gyrating to the resonating sound of  mind blowing Naija tracks with awesome people had occupied my thoughts all through the week and got me looking forward to the weekend classes.

By noon my gear was packed and I was whistling an upbeat tune while pulling on a body fitted T-shirt infront of my window to floor mirror when I heard the firm knock, followed by the sound of a high pitched voice I had gotten used to. I became transfixed to the spot. The smile on my face disappeared as I stood there staring at my reflection. The voice yelled out my name again, this time a pitch louder. Sighing with consternation, I tip toed to the living room's window and hurriedly withdrew my hand from the curtain as if it was on fire. Bella was at my gate! How did she get into the compound? I groaned, closed my eyes and tried to will her to go away. 

Let me explain, Bella coming over on a Saturday meant very long, boring stories of her numerous fights, exploits and sexploits with her various boyfriends and her latest husband, answering of prying questions, saying goodbye to most of my cooked meal, (being sad always left her ravenous and she would even demand for a takeaway dish). It meant condoning her nerve racking tantrums which are always due to her real and imaginary bruised emotions and pleading with her to forget her threats of committing suicide. Oh don't worry, the last line was coined to scare her boyfriends into complainance. Suicide or anything that would cut short her fun was the least thought on her mind. She enjoys being alive more than anyone. Her case was totally beyond doctors and prophets, she was simply a pain in all the wrong places and if na send they send am to forstall my plans, I was not going to let that happen.

"Nikky I can actually see you peeping at me. Open the door please I need someone to talk to" 

Hurriedly stepping away from the window, I knew I had to device a perfect, waterproof, airtight plan... But what life threatening story  would keep a determined Bella out?