Out of everything I said, all you could pick out was my calling him a fool?
Chioma’s phone beeps distinctly. A text message is received. She opens her purse and pulls out her phone. Close on the phone’s screen, which reveals that a message has been received from “PRETTY BOY”. It appears that Emeka had saved his number on Chioma’s phone with that pseudonym.
She laughs shyly, clicks through, and takes a sneak peek at the content of the message, which reads: “I can’t get you out of my mind. Call me when you’re alone.”
Chioma wears a smile as she reads through the entire body of the text message. She navigates her phone back into her purse after reading through the content.
CHIOMA
(with the smile worn off) Drop me here. I want to walk. I will stay at my mom’s tonight, and come over to your place tomorrow to take my stuff.
UCHE (speculates)
It was him. Wasn’t it? He sent you a text message. Didn’t he? You want to leave so that you can meet up with him at a cheap motel. Is that how cheap you have become? Sleeping with a man you don’t even know on the first day. Not even after a proper date. You should be ashamed of yourself. Prostitute!
Chioma snaps after Uche’s insult:
CHIOMA
Uche, please, I beg you in the name of God, you can call me anything you want to call me, I really don’t care anymore. Just park your car at the next stop and let me get down. I have had enough of this. Whatever this is. I have had enough of it.
CHIOMA (CONT’D) Enough is enough!
(complains in Igbo) O gini kwanu?
Screen Translation:
What’s all these?
Uche glances at Chioma, equally vexed.