LOVE THERAPY: Dr. Ben

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Sometimes, you never can tell when one go contrary to the rule. He/she might think all is moving well but the mind is bigger and
Chukwu Ebuka was his name. That's the boyfriend or lover.

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He run masters program in engineering at  Switzerland. Ebuka traveled abroad, after graduating with  second class honours in civil engineering, from University of Nigeria, Nsukka. Two years earlier, he hooked a beautiful girl, who talk much about him; she is deeply in love. She is in her third years in university of Nigeria.
'He is short but very handsome and intelligent', she says all the time.
She call me Ben and I call her Mrs.

'My armor is beautifully handsome. He has full side beards, wears low cut and has lovely eyes. If you see him eeh..." she would say this twice or thrice a day, not minding the uncovered fact that I have heard that from her so many time.

 She could be fond of me. She must have made me a bed friend, may be because I listen much when she talk good about her boyfriend, the way rich boys loiter around her because of her beauty, the rate in which our light bill is increasing every month and often we would talk about her hair. I adore her fashion taste, though I haven't said anything about it before. I really enjoy listening to her, because she tells story of a world which I haven't witnessed before; a world of relationship which I  dazedly admire now, but laugh to scorn the next moment I see my shying self near a match.

She do call Ebuka to complain how her bucket got missing for hours, how her neighbour steals her water, this and that- lalalala.
 That I think makes her happy, even though she had never confronted anyone to demand for explanations. She really doesn't like troubles. And perhaps; she could be senior girl, a crazy 'play it hard' make.
And since our doors faced each other, it's very easy for us to be in good terms. I wakes up to shout "Wake up Mrs" and she wake up to say

"Ben you will miss your first lectures if you don't wake now"

The highly decorated room wasn't hers; the boyfriend was residing in it before he travelled. She only parked in when she couldn't bear a heavy pressure from Ebuka. If I should analyse and predict on the relationship, it could be heading to marriage.

One Sunday afternoon, after we had returned from the church service, she stood by her door and I sat beside mine. It's time for normal daily duty of talking and listening.

"Some thing is going to happened Ben" she said, sounding v-e-r-y much happy.

"Hmm. What is this thing that will happen, that is making Mrs happy that she couldn't pull off her hills after a long walk from service?" I said, sounding funny all at once.

"Hahaha, Ben you're mad" she shouted, pulling off her pair of shoes. "Guess..... Well no need. My boyfriend is coming back. He will stay with me for a short two weeks. He promised to buy me IPhone"

"Wooooooooow. My name sake will be coming home to see his Mrs?" I screamed. Although I lied; no one in our family bears Ebuka as name but that's story for another day.

Because a foreign man would be coming home to see 'us', I need to be a nice guy in other to have a Switzerland gift from this foreign man. She don even promise me say the man go remember Ben for his Paradise. In your hands oh jah!

"Yassssss! I have been telling him about you. How you have been helping me, how you do give me movies, that you bears his brother's English name. you....(bla bla bla). I even told him, you're his name sake" that was her style. She do tell him much about me, indeed.

One week later, she came back from school looking angry; so weird that she couldn't take greetings. Her eyes were redden and her face- swollen up. She was carrying bags; she must be coming back from shop rite or so.

"What happened, Mrs?" I asked and she dropped her bags.

"He missed his flight. He won't come again. Why would he go to the airport thirty minutes before the time? I have been crying since morning. Do I need money? He just sent money. This is the third time he is doing this" she cried.

I could be an expert on consolation and condolence lullaby, if it is a death scenario. He might have missed the flight, or may be he want to make it a surprise? She heard this and became happy at once.

We talked about Nsukka weather, the teaming number of mad people that loiters around the city. She even said 'Nsk harbours mad people alot. That could be the reason they are big in numbers here'
We angrily tore naked, the street sellers who organized a meeting and after such dubious meeting, increased the prise of water from #20 naira, a keg to #40 Naira in the middle of raining season. Isn't that annoying? Alas!, let's not talk about it now.

Finally she realized he is not coming back and life continued. It didn't touch her love for him. They do video calls, they talk all day and as God will have it, she is done with her exams. One could imagine in  amazement, the paradise of chance in which she has been swept into. Charts will be as frequent as break fast on her table.

I returned from school, tired and hungry. She knew I was hungry and invited me to the kitchen. I quickly ran inside and pulled off pair trousers and shirt. My chains are dangles, so fitting on my (big & broad) chest. Later would a lodge guy, advise me that entering into a girl's room on skinny short is quite seductive if actually you're a fine boy. But any way, I was never a fine boy, so such advice could be for chukwu Ebuka not me.

She was on video call and at the same time cooking, when I entered the kitchen.
She would want to show him the boy she had been telling him about. That's how it started. I got featured in the video call with my chains dangling and skinny shorts, more of annoying or something of that sort (you know). She featured me again inside her room.

This time around, I was on bed with the plate of rice, nicely seated on my right hand and a glass of natural pineapple juice lay on the floor.

Later, she would tell a neighbour that the boyfriend is suspecting that she is in 'serious' affair with one yard guy; and he has been angry about that. Yes that could bring issues between this happy people. But the truth is that Mrs had no feelings, at all for the young loviotherapist and likewise the graduate of loviotherapy. Who are we in the eyes of the judge?

But I was kin to believe that every artist is independent and can draw from the angle he or she could see.
He no longer send money like before. His attitude changed. The love is at the Verge of collapse. Dr. Ben must have unknowingly created a problem and Mrs must have over stepped the normal boundary.
God have mercy!
I couldn't find enough insights for my patient, and if you have, let our clinic know on the comment box.

Insight:
The truth is this, some boys won't be happy if they see a boy inside their girlfriend's room on just skinny shorts.
Which girlfriend will tolerate a girl on pants inside the boyfriend's room?

You are supposed to know the likes and hates of your partner and possibly avoid what he or she hates.

You should manage the rate, you talk about casual friends when conversing with your partner. We are humans; we are logical being.

Be wise...love is good if you can find one like Mrs and Ebuka, I think.

In this long race dear, I shall be counting on you for we all know that success is sacrosanct.