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Electronic Desire. Short Story. Should We Keep Doubting Facebook Or IG Love? by EgbechoFaith2: 8:26am On Mar 13, 2018
In her sockets, were eyes staring at to him faintly, brown pupils on white. She reveals nothing of her breasts but through many pictures, he could see how mushy and adorable she would be on the foam. He ran his fingers across the screen of his iPod and licked the face on the screen all over. Those chubby cheeks and full lips. He must get her to love him since he knew that her boyfriend was a brutal cheat. Maybe she might settle down with his average manhood, he was not very blessed down there and funnily, Bianca a Deacon’s daughter left him because of that. She did not only leave him, she told him how almost big his manhood was and everyone knows that almost doesn’t count. Bianca dumped him. The thought of her excuses diminished him and since she left, he had refused to have the courage to get on with a woman. The girl on the screen might just be what he needed. In the room of shoes he will propose to her whenever she comes to visit. He silenced his gadgets and went to conduct an interview.


The time has passed, too long for a girl to be dazzled. His gate was ajar but she firmly held it. He was totally bemused at her tiny efforts. He could have thrown her in but he would never dare, instead he laughed at her furrowed funny face of defense. Soon, he started getting scared that a paparazzo might capture something or a journalist might write something about it tomorrow in the newspapers if the girl does not get into his home quickly. His father, a famous Minister of the Lord inhabited his own mansion with his step mother and his half sister who sang lines out of anything. The Minister of the Lord had him with a fine Efik woman out of wedlock before being called by the Lord as he posited.

Jeremiah knew what it was like to be stuck in the centre of the middle, what it was like not to chose and not to be chosen, what it was like to have a mother far away. He had accumulated some wealth too through the importation of gadgets. Most times, his smart sturdy home shone of his goodness and soft gestures to anyone. The girl had stamped her foot hard on his fine shoe and caused him a little pain when he tried to take her in. If he would not like her to molest his shoes again then, he would not force her to go in, neither will he let her go.
Jeremiah had offered a girl called Ebube, her facebook name BooBoo a job as the manager of one of his gadget’s outlets @Jay’s Place. The last but not the least of the outlets that he had set up not quiet long. She had come from Edo state where she based with her family to dice her luck at the job interview in the Garden City. Jeremiah was there at the interview and he had already told her that she got the job yet she didn’t want to get into his house with him.

WHAT HAPPENED?

Jeremiah spends an outlined time of his night in his social media platforms from 8pm to 11pm before his lights out but ever since he got into chats with Ebube-BooBoo, he exceeded to 12am, 1am or more. She did not know that he had rules. He alone knew how much he had tried not to break his own rules each time Ebube was on with him discussing anything on earth. Mostly about her own boyfriend, before moving the topic to the Accountancy that she studied. Jeremiah only listened and made tangible contributions like she does each time he popped out political and economic issues. He had saved almost all her pictures in his phone.

The first girls he had chatted up online had laughed at him for being a salesboy in a shoe shop. His profile photo on facebook was him, taking a selfie before racks of shoes, smiling oddly in a way that he liked but the girls did not like. Most times when people chatted him up, they often inquired if he sold shoes and he answered yes especially to the girls. It made them giggle and run away from his chats. He also told Ebube the same thing but she never bulged instead she asked him always about his work as a shoe seller and what it takes to market daily to people. Many real and smart questions and answers fell off her mouth.

The picture he took was of himself and his beloveth shoes. Jeremiah loved shoes more than any other accessories. Since the girls laughed at him ignorantly, Jeremiah decided to use it to find someone that he had been looking for. Someone who would first accept him as a shoe seller? Someone who has contentment.

Ebube often told him about her boyfriend when he asked about her sexual relationship life. She used to say how much she loved him and how long they had been together. The guy was still an undergraduate student but his girl was already a graduate. BooBoo looked 20 but she was already 24 after her National Youth Service Corps. She used to say that some girls usually came around her boyfriend and most times he took their calls in her presence, phoning and smiling to them in high spirits. ‘They are just my female friends,’ was what her boyfriend used to say to her. Jeremiah usually laughed to himself about her naïve life because he knew that the boy lied to her a lot.

BooBoo was the typical of a girl that was thrown into school from a tender age. All she knew was her education. She had not much of human experience and guts but she knew whatever was taught. Her father almost lapped her into another course in the Institute of Chartered Accountants Nigeria. It was Jeremiah who advised her to get a job and earn a little on her own. She did not know that she was coming to Jeremiah’s company. He had been looking for a way to make her come out of her comfort zone. Once, he had journeyed to her state but she had refused to see him because of her boyfriend. Part of what really made BooBoo to come for the interview was a very beautiful and brotherly shoe that she had admired in Jeremiah’s foster shoe shop. She was bent on getting it for her boyfriend as a gift. He found it alarming that she did and would do a lot for a lying spouse. How much more when the person is genuine?

Jeremiah found her gracious and beautiful in so many ways. She existed somewhere, being true and original no matter what. To think that she found him handsome caught him pining more for her. He’d get other compliments but not handsome from any girl online maybe because of his one and only junky picture online. Everyone online labeled him stern or rigid. He had just one photo upload and from the kind of comments he made one will think that he doesn’t laugh but BooBoo knew that he laughed a lot. They had spent time on voice and video calls more than twice.

The kind of inverse ‘w’ nose Jeremiah had made it difficult to ascertain if he was handsome or not from the picture and the way he smiled all goofy made it worst. It only took someone with the mind’s eyes like Ebube to call him handsome and when she arrived his Town, her legs wobbled as she confirmed his might. He sat there with a business partner, questioning and needing more of her intellectuality that she had lost since she met him. Jeremiah laughed at her unhidden shock during the official questioning but few times he touched her hand to calm and to let her know that he understood.

Five days before her journey, when she fantasized too much about the shoe that she would buy for her lover, Jeremiah had lost guard of pretending not to tell her the sheer truth. Matter-of-factly, she had lied to her father for more money, twice the cost of her journey just to get the shoe. She really thought Jeremiah sold shoes. He told her it was ten thousand naira just to make her happy but the particular shoe was purchased for 57 thousand. In his own frustration, he gave her a gimmick to look into her boyfriend’s phone when she gets to his room for visit. BooBoo rebuffed the idea at first, fighting the inequality in between her and her boyfriend, Edward. Edward checked her phone thoroughly but he warned her against touching his own phone and BooBoo had acted accordingly till that last visit.

Ebube was so wrecked to finish when she read the conversations Edward had in chats full of girls. He had gone into the convenience to relief himself before sex, when she slid into his phone and saw the bullshits. Immediately he returned to bed, she picked her bag and left. She cried into the days before the interview secretly, she didn’t want any of her family folks to know. Only Jeremiah consoled her on phone and encouraged her to study for the interview. She could not yet he told her to have faith and plug into the opportunity anyways. Jeremiah’s constant calls aided her in not taking Edward’s calls. She saw Edward’s endless calls and messages but was too faint to pick. It killed her and stabbed her right in the heart that he laughed with the girls about her naïve nature, about her ignorance that he was just using her as one of his ‘smallie.’

BooBoo was young and vibrant and only needed more of the outside world to grow into that strong woman and that was what 35-year-old Jeremiah was helping her to achieve.

After the interview, as he drove her to where she did not know and did not want to ask because she was too lost and tired. Jeremiah teased her about her recent heartbreak. ‘So will you still buy the shoe? Lover girl. Haha!’

‘How will I buy shoe from a CEO you liar. You lie too. Doesn’t that make you same as him?’

Jeremiah only smiled and said, ‘ Hmmm, Edward, Edward, what kind of a nonsense name is that sef?’

Ebube took the first part of the laugh and they cackled till she started hitting his right shoulder. He laughed more and enjoyed what she was doing. He had missed that part of women when they acted all soft and weak like sober sides. He smiled at the idea that he might stop the car and take her into a long kissing exercise.

‘What are you smiling at? Fish.’ BooBoo’s voice came up.

‘Actually nothing,’ He answered tersely and veered into his close.

‘Where are you taking me? I thought we were going for lunch.’

‘I am taking you to my house, the shop where you will get the shoe you want for your lover,’

‘You now mock me. Please take me to a restaurant let me get some food for myself. Can’t you see how famished I am?’

‘No let us go to my house. There are lots of foods there.’

Jeremiah drove on and once the car lights indicated before a black gate, Ebube jerked the door open quickly and jumped down. He further packed the car inside, ordered his gate keeper to go in and went to join her in the drama at the gate.

Immediately, BooBoo dialed her father’s number and reported the incident with her mother tongue. Jeremiah didn’t know what she was blabbing about on phone and she sounded hilarious to him, he only understood her stunt when shortly his phone rang and he took the call to hear a stern elderly voice warning him loudly.


‘Young man if anything happens to my daughter, I have your number and your full names. I must find you.’

‘Hello? Me? No sir it is not that way Sir….eeer. I was taking her around town, she got the job.’

‘Young man you were taking my daughter around time when she came for a job interview, is that what the business demands?

‘No Sir. She got the job. She is fine here but.’ BooBoo was laughing at him from a corner.

‘But you want to do what to my daughter?’

Jeremiah began to sound professional, ‘I am very sorry for the troubles Sir but I assure you that your daughter is safe. My company will lodge her in a good hotel since it is too late for her return. I will drive her home to you by myself tomorrow Sir.’

‘Let her go! I am coming to pick my daughter up right now,’ the voice grew louder.

Jeremiah went sober, ‘No Sir, hold your worries before you vilify my company’s reputation. I was liking your daughter. I mean I like your daughter and I played around foolishly. I shall send you all my information just to guarantee you that she is safe till tomorrow.’

‘You like who? You like my daughter?’

‘Yes eer…and it is too late for her to return.’

‘Is that how your father taught you to like? Son? She has already sent me your company’s address.’ Jeremiah rolled his eyes to Ebube in exasperation. She was not smiling extravagantly anymore.


After the call, BooBoo began to walk out of the close. Jeremiah hollered, ‘Where do you think you are going to? You know nothing about this city.’

‘And where is it written that I cannot find my way?’

Jeremiah launched in front of her pleading, ‘Please just join me to my home, my gate keeper is around and my cook is also inside. I can’t do you any harm before witnesses.’

‘I don’t see them. Call them out.’ Ebube commanded.

‘Ah! This girl, your sense is not small.’ He went in and called out his domestic workers.

To them Ebube questioned strictly, ‘What are your names and your addresses?’ when they answered, she typed in her phone and sent to whomever Jeremiah did not know. It amused him that she was always on guard yet stupid when it came to L O V E.

Jeremiah walked into his home with her in company of...

She finally joined him into his room. Hah!
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