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  4 A.C 

This life no just balance o. 

  Since Bayo met Cynthia, he has been giving me extra work. Anytime she's nearby, I have to beat faster. Sure, I know Bayo is still a young man and that means I am a young heart. But that doesn't mean I should start doing extra work because of another human being. It's not as if Bayo is dreading being sacked anytime his boss asks him to his office. Neither is he playing football. I bet Cynthia's heart is not doing any extra work on Bayo's account. 

  A girl that looks the way the Eyes have described her surely wouldn't be falling head over heels for Bayo. Eyes said Cynthia has hips that didn't lie, skin the colour of roasted groundnuts, and teeth that had probably been in a million toothpaste ads. She's out of his league. She probably only talks to guys that have their own cars and Bitcoin. 

P.S: I'll be using A.C meaning After Cynthia to denote the timeline.


37 A.C

  I'm too young to be diagnosed with cardiac arrest. I had thought by now Brain would have talked sense into Bayo. That's how he almost killed me with adrenaline when Cynthia called him by his name and smiled at him. Apparently, Ears were shocked at hearing Bayo's name coated in honey. According to Eyes, she had spread her luscious lips (their words not mine) and showed him her 32 plus one cute gap in the middle, and the cutest dimples on planet earth. That's how I found myself beating at the speed of light. I thought Brain was supposed to have more sense than this.     Later everyone will be accusing me. Saying stupid things like “the heart wants what it wants.” I don't want anything! After all, it's those idiots; Eyes, Skin, Nose and Ears that will be manipulating that fool Brain to be producing hormones upandan. If in the end, she buys him a ticket for the friend zone, somebody will then say Bayo should have “listened to his head, instead of his heart.” Well, I'm saying it now. Listen to me Bayo. Anything apart from cardio that makes your heart beat faster cannot  be good for you! 

94 A.C

 I'm beginning to wonder why this girl came to work at a software company. She ought to be a model with eyes like that. Displayed on a magazine cover or a music video. Somewhere Bayo would see her and appreciate her beauty and inaccessibility. But no. She's here in the cafeteria. Currently seating across from him and laughing at some cheesy joke Brain has dredged up from somewhere. It's their second unofficial date. In a few more weeks he's going to be talking about how incomplete his heart was until he met her. And I will laugh at his lack of originality. I've always had four chambers and I still do. 

  Here's a joke for those who think I'm cold-hearted even though as an involuntary muscle I can't technically be cold. It goes like this. A guy gave one of his kidneys to his girlfriend who needed a transplant. She broke up with him a year later. I bet he feels incomplete now. 


0 A.C

Cynthia left Bayo. Apparently, she meant it literally when she told him that only death would keep them part. 

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