Those Awkward Moments (Episode 3)

Those Awkward Moments (Episode 3)

Previously On THOSE AWKWARD MOMENTS: Two weeks after the whole cinema debacle, Jude visits Kevin’s house and kinda sorta confesses his feelings for him. But everything goes south when some armed robbers attack. And guess who saw it fit to out himself to a homophobic thug with a gun – JUDE!

And that’s pretty much all that happened in Episode Two. Oh yeah! And two shots were fired…


With everything that had just happened, all my damaged mind could do was wander back to October 9th, 2011. This was the first time I attended a traditional wedding, and I was just 18. I didn’t really know the couple, but my mum did. Why she thought to take me – her dainty, ajebo son – and not the other three girls she had was a mystery to me.

I wasn’t having any fun. The MC was trying too hard and failing, the bride’s makeup was too much to look at, the groom kept on frowning like the marriage was forced on him – and I certainly didn’t want to be reminded of something I may never have because of how I love.

I managed to sneak my Harry Potter novel into the celebration and sat far back so no one (especially Mummy Dearest) would notice me. But my plan must have failed because not more than ten minutes after I settled into my reading, I heard a boyish voice from behind me say, “Is it that boring?”

My spirit literally jumped out of my body in startle. And then, I turned back to look at the intruder. And boy, was I amazed. This guy looked like the definition of PERFECT – his eyes, his nose, his lips… Whoa Mama!

“Sorry, did I startle you?” he asked, looking really concerned.

“I…uh…I…” I tried to speak, but the words weren’t flowing. Then I finally managed to say, “No! Not really…”

“Okay, cool,” he replied. And just like that, he took the seat next to me. The Harry Potter novel in my hand caught his attention. He stared at it real sexy-like before asking, “You like JK Rowling?”


He nodded at the book. “The author – JK Rowling… You like?”

I had no idea who JK Rowling was, or that he wrote the book series I’d been reading for almost three years. But I wasn’t ready to make a bad impression on this super-hot guy, so I lied. “Duh! Of course, I like his works so much. He is a very talented man.”

“Nice. So you know HE’s a woman, right?”

A wave of mortification drenched my entire being in that instant. And surprisingly, all I could do was laugh, at myself and my pathetic attempt at impressing this stranger.

“Don’t feel bad,” he said. “A lot of people don’t know that it’s a woman who wrote the book. I didn’t know until last week myself.” He was smiling as he spoke.

“Really?” I asked, almost feeling better for myself.

“Nah,” he replied mockingly.

This guy had a sense of humour, and as bored as I was, his company was light to the darkness that was the seriously senseless wedding.

We soon began to converse, talking for a very long time, about anything that came up, like the below-average food served at the reception, the lukewarm drinks, the big lady who kept using her butt to hit people while dancing. However, what I loved most about our chat was how he said my name when he talked – ‘K-E-V-I-N’, pronouncing every single letter with every bit of care. I wanted to ravish him on that spot, but I didn’t know his name and didn’t know how to ask.

And then it happened; the groom and bride walked past us, and out of my disgust for their unimpressive demeanor, the former looking sulky and the latter looking overly dolled-up, I started ranting about how whack the couple was and how they may not last a year. I expected my new friend to join me just like earlier, but I could tell he didn’t want to. In fact, he looked angry.

“Uh, what’s the problem?” I asked warily.

“My sister is the bride. That’s the problem!”

You seriously don’t wanna know the kind of abuses I immediately began to heap on myself deep inside my mind for that silly mistake I made. Out loud, I began blurting so many kinds of apologies, before noticing the sly smile on his face. That brought me up short, and I stared.

Realizing that I’d noticed his mirth, he started laughing. “I’m just messing with you, man,” he said. “You looked like you were gonna shit your pants.”

I immediately frowned. “This guy, you’re crazy o,” I growled.

“Yeah, I know. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think they’ll last too.”

The both of us burst out laughing. In that moment, Mum decided to show up.

“Kevin, I’m going o,” she called out as she approached.

Quickly, I rearranged my countenance into a bored expression, because if she knew I’d been having fun, she’d gloat all week long; I’d made such a fuss about not coming to the wedding with her.

Mum looked at my new friend and smiled; he did too, and then she said, “Aren’t you the bride’s brother?”

“Yes, ma,” he replied so respectfully, he looked even hotter to me.

“What’s that your name again?”

“It’s Jude,” he replied. “My name is Jude.”


“Hang in there, Jude!” I was shouting as he was rushed into the hospital on a stretcher.

It wasn’t as though he could hear me. He was unconscious.

I on the other hand was scared. Scared that my friend would die, scared that if he survived, he would blame me for everything, but mostly scared that he wouldn’t – because I already did!

I spent several hours in the hospital reception, waiting for news about Jude’s status. They were the longest hours of my life. I tried to go out to get something to eat, but I felt I didn’t deserve the satisfaction of a full stomach. Our phones had been taken by the robbers, and I couldn’t call anyone. And I was too beside myself with fear and anxiety to leave the hospital to go get anyone.

I tortured myself with my thoughts. If only I’d spoken out to tell Jude to shut up… If only I had paid attention to the peephole before opening the door to the robbers… If only I hadn’t let Jude into the house… If only I hadn’t let him kiss me at the cinema, so he’d feel the need to come see me for us to talk about the kiss…  If only… If only… Overwhelming guilt ate at me.

Eventually, the doctor emerged into the waiting room, looking like he had been beat up by the guys that robbed my house. He was smiling though, which meant nothing really bad had happened. It could have meant anything bad too, but I grasped at the possibility of good news.

“How is he, doctor?” I asked, sounding a lot like a worried wife. Right then, I couldn’t care less.

“Your friend is a very lucky young man. The gunshot to his head only barely missed the blood vessels. So, he’s still alive. But I’m still running tests to see if there are any other problems. As for his leg, it’s just a minor bullet wound, nothing to worry about.”

“Can I see him?”

“Well, I wouldn’t suggest that because –“

I didn’t even wait for the doctor to conclude his statement, before I rushed past him into the ward section. I was aware that he could have had me stopped, but while I darted from ward to ward, no one came to accost me.

And then, I found Jude. My breath caught as I took him in, lying on the bed, looking disheveled, bloodied and vulnerable. Only his eyes moved toward me when he noticed my presence.

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to him. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

I took his hand in mine and clasped it.

But Jude didn’t hold back. That didn’t bother me. I assumed he was too weak to expend much energy on much.

Then my world tilted when he opened his mouth, swallowed hard and mustered enough strength to ask in a hoarse voice, “Who are you?”


Written by Reverend Hot

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  1. Dennis Macaulay
    April 14, 06:14 Reply

    Memory loss! Oh dear God!

    He has forgotten Kevin and all they shared!


    PP is this fiction?

    • pinkpanthertb
      April 14, 06:16 Reply

      Do like Sinnex did, and check out the category the story is featured in. 😀 😛

        • pinkpanthertb
          April 14, 06:22 Reply

          Hahahahahahahahahaa!!! Why would I say such a short word to you, when you don’t fail to remind us how impressive you are in varying places.

      • chestnut
        April 14, 07:43 Reply

        Oh my LAWD! Pinky!!! U’re too wrong for this! LMAO. I totally see what u did there…Dennis,u don’t see what he did there with “short” and “impressive” in “varying places”? PP haff finished you…buahahaha!

      • sinnex
        April 14, 08:55 Reply

        hmmm….when I said “what you say or do can and would be used against you”, people thought I was overreacting, now look at this….

        Something I wrote last week and have even forgotten about it. I wonder, if you can remember something as little as this, what else can you remember and when will you bring it up to make a point.

        • pinkpanthertb
          April 14, 09:11 Reply

          You are really something else.
          This comment just proved the extent of your prejudice against me, for you to twist such a harmless comment into something so insidious.

          I was actually making u out to be an example Dennis should follow. For him to take the time to seek his answer, like you did (which I actually found admirable) instead of him expecting me to give him the answer.
          But no, Pinky couldn’t be have been saying anything nice about Sinnex. No. God forbid. What Pinky was doing was to use something Sinnex said once against him.

          Lol. Guy, chill with your paranoia. I’m actually a very sweet person. Not an ogre.

      • Sinnex
        April 14, 09:38 Reply

        Guy, abeg comot for road make I see front.
        We no dey fight. When I saw it I was just surprised.
        If you are sweet, then I wonder what you’d call me.
        I am still waiting for the day I’d have Max sleeping in my bed.
        A little birdie told me he had a thick, black and juicy butt. Is it true?

        • pinkpanthertb
          April 14, 09:54 Reply

          No you were not surprised. You twisted it. Your comment clearly stated so.
          And you’re waiting for the day Max will sleep in your bed? How many centuries are you prepared to wait?

      • Lothario
        April 14, 17:46 Reply

        Lmao……Sinnex I would love to know if you have an answer to that. Not to worry dear, don’t take comments here to heart, just smile and move on.

  2. Lemuel Beau
    April 14, 06:24 Reply

    So this is how you wrapped those gunshots that almost gave high blood pressure abi @Pinky. #Kontinuuu

  3. Mitch
    April 14, 06:42 Reply

    Amnesia! Oh God, no!

    Pinky, this is just going from bad to worse.

    • pinkpanthertb
      April 14, 06:43 Reply

      Why is everyone calling my name?! Reverend Hot! Berra come and own this crime o!

  4. Sinnex
    April 14, 06:48 Reply

    OMG…this is beautiful. It was short, but perfectly delivered.
    Reminded me so much of Grey’s Anatomy-which happens to be my favourite series.

    I need love like this too. Why can’t I meet a guy naturally like ‘boy meets girl’…

      • Max
        April 14, 08:13 Reply

        Pinky, you? Even you?,
        Counting yourself among the “unlucky in love”..
        Who are you deceiving?
        **serious oduanya*

    • Pete
      April 14, 08:10 Reply

      Do you go on gay sites? Are you outgoing? Are you witty?

  5. Eros
    April 14, 06:48 Reply

    “Duh! Of course, I like his works so much. He is a
    very talented man.”

    omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg.


    Thank you very much for giving me a mini heart attack today PP. Now let me go and watch leaked episodes of Game Of THrones.

  6. Khaleesi
    April 14, 06:50 Reply

    Rev Hot, you’ve truly got something here. Your delivery skills are utterly impressive. This was truly a very good one!

  7. #TeamKizito
    April 14, 06:56 Reply

    Imaginative. Vivid. Reverend.

    I like it.

    Biko, I need novels. Tami Hoag. (Who go borrow me..)

  8. trystham
    April 14, 07:08 Reply

    This Revd guy sha. I still a firm believer in happily-ever-afters and u r ruining EVERYTHING. Jude has to start from scratch, believing being gay is abhorrent all over again with this amnesia thing.

  9. D-boy
    April 14, 07:20 Reply

    am i the only one who feels like this is a bit rushed? its still pretty good anyways.

  10. Façade
    April 14, 07:32 Reply

    Bravo Reverend!! U utterly sold it to us. Feeling bad abt d memory loss…can only imagine

  11. Sheldon Cooper
    April 14, 07:42 Reply

    It had better be a temporary amnesia. Beautifully, put together. I love the arrangement. Well done Reverend Hot!

    • Pete
      April 14, 08:11 Reply

      Temporary amnesia will be too mainstream. Please, let it be permanent & Kevin kicks him out of his life.

      • Pete
        April 14, 12:28 Reply

        I know it’s fiction. It must chime with what’s obtainable in reality

      • Pete
        April 14, 12:30 Reply

        Gad, it will go against what majority wants & will lead to more talking points about the series

        • Gad
          April 14, 13:54 Reply

          Hahahaha. Don’t worry. They will soon come for you

  12. Mercury
    April 14, 08:07 Reply

    Oh heavens noo, this ain’t cool…..its not fair.

  13. Pete
    April 14, 08:32 Reply

    Won’t he be sedated after such surgery?

      • Pete
        April 14, 10:16 Reply

        I know it’s fiction. It must chime with what’s obtainable in reality

  14. Teflondon
    April 14, 09:02 Reply

    Nice twist to the story.. I’ve being a fan Of this series!
    Not a fan of happily ever after mostly craved by people.. A touch of reality to the fiction.
    All together its a fair read.

    • pinkpanthertb
      April 14, 09:15 Reply

      James has asked you this once before. I don’t know if you answered it then. But I’m curious. How is happily ever after not part of reality? Or must there be horror and adversity ending every story for it to be an example of life?

      Now before you pounce on me like your boyfriend just did, understand that I’m asking this simply because I want to have a conversation with you. Not I’m taunting you or want to use something you said now for another day.

      (*still shaking my head at Sinnex* The paranoia is real)

      • Sinnex
        April 14, 09:40 Reply

        Make una no vex oooo.
        Can I have a seat?
        I hope I am not crashing the party.

      • Khaleesi
        April 14, 09:45 Reply

        Nne ehn… ihe nkea … 2 weirdos who are masters at pulling issues outta thin air… their capacity for crap scares the makeup off my face!!

      • Teflondon
        April 14, 12:49 Reply

        Life itself is not a ‘bed of roses’
        Ofcuz there are lots of ‘happily ever after’ stories.. But we have to be honest.. There are less of those stories in reality than it is portrayed in Movies, Novels and stories like this.
        I’m not the ‘Devils Advocate’ but I do love sad realities.. As we can learn a lot frm it and always remind ourselves of the struggles entailed in life.
        Look at Harry potter for example.. I loved that Dumbledore died and a lot of tragedy happened.. It only gave the story so much needed touch of reality.. If that story was written by majority here.. Dumbledore wouldnt have died (probably lived long with his boo in a house surrounded by some fancy garden.. and would probably have all the good things of life) all these would be fitted into the story. But that isn’t real.. Is it? That’s just another Cinderella story.. And it will be mainstream.. Something I’m not a fan of.
        (I hope I’ve being able to convince and not confuse you with my points.. But my mind tells me it’s the latter. Lol)

        • pinkpanthertb
          April 14, 13:33 Reply

          I’m glad you said ‘sad realities’. Becos even if life is not a bed of roses, life is not suffer head all the time for everybody.

          • Regal Sweetheart
            August 31, 18:50 Reply

            Biko, not everyday sufferhead. Sometimes, have good things rush in at you torrentially.

      • Teflondon
        April 14, 12:51 Reply

        Pinky that was for you!

        **Trying my best to Ignore khaleesi periodic theatrics**

        **sips Viroc**

  15. Ruby
    April 14, 11:56 Reply

    Whoa What!
    Who are you?????
    OMG! This isn’t happening…..

  16. Colar
    April 14, 13:48 Reply

    D part were he said “d couple are wack & would not last a yr”,sometin related happend to me a few yrs back i was at one of my dad’s closest friends daughter’s wedding i got tired of sitting with my family and i was full from eating so i went out and met this guy and we got talking for long then later he complained about how they served a section better than others and then yabbed the bride that she was ugly and the groom probably married her for her families money,i was angry bcus they are like family but then the girl wasn’t fine so i forgave him he felt awkward and sorry afterwards.u need to have seen his face i was just laughing.

  17. Evans
    April 15, 15:48 Reply

    Gosh! Dats gonna be a disaster….. Chai. Please temme ds isn’t real

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