Mistaken Identity


The line is still moving ever so slowly, so I bring out my phone to continue with my candy crush adventure just to kill time as I look up and I see a familiar face standing about few feet from my car.

“Hmmmn, where do I know that face from?” I ask myself and then it hits me.

“Oh my God, that’s Henry, I say to myself

Looking at him now he seems so different, so much more muscular. Back in school Henry was quite handsome facially but very lanky and he was always scraggy looking. Even though I used to make fun and tease him a lot back then he was one of my closest friends. Now I just look on in admiration as I eat my words.

Seeing as the line is not moving I get out of my car and make my way to where he is standing and from behind I cover his eyes with my hands.

“Look who is all grown up, ehn,” I whisper into his ear jokingly.

He gives a little laugh and asks, “Who is this?”

He sound different too his voice is deeper than it used to be.

“Ahn-ahn so you can’t recognise my voice after all our history, ehn,” I say

This time he laughs out loud and people start staring at us.

“Ok, this is crazy, I really don’t know who this is.” he answers

I ask him to guess and then I give him a peck on the cheek.

“Honey what’s going on here?” I hear a lady ask.

I turn around to get a better view of who is talking and I see a pregnant lady staring at me covering Henry’s eyes with disbelief on her face.

“Who is she?,” the pregnant lady asks.

She looks at Henry while she is talking and then I realize that she must be talking to him. With my hands still on his face I look at his hands and see a wedding ring on his finger and I get confused last I heard Henry wasn’t married and if he was I would have known about it. Alarm bells ring in my head; I slowly take my hands off his face and he turns to look at me.

Uh-oh this is not Henry Okere. The man whose face I have been holding for the last two minutes is a complete stranger.

“Emeka I asked you a question.” By now the pregnant lady is already shouting.

“I have no idea who she is, she just walked up to me and closed my eyes.” He answers shakily.

They both turn a little to stare at me. While he is looking at me with a mixture of fear, surprise and confusion on his face, she looks at me like she wants to torture me with boiling oil and acid.

“I’m sorry it was a mistake, really I thought you were someone else you look like a friend of mine. I’m really sorry.” I say this in a state of mild panic as I notice that people are now staring at us and someone is actually videoing our scene.

The pregnant lady starts crying.

“Emeka, she is your mistress right? She is the one you have been cheating with abi? After three kids, Emeka! Why are you doing this to me?” The pregnant lady is crying her eyes out.

I almost offered her a tissue but I’m so shocked I can’t move. I’m not even sure the whole scenario is real. As I get a hold of myself, I try to console the lady.

“Madam please nothing is going on here. It was just a mistake. I thought he was someone else,” I say.

The murderous look on her face sends me into silence. The man apparently called Emeka looks at me and says

“Can you just get out of here and leave me alone.”

I cringe visibly and I just quickly turn around and hurry back to my car and then I see that everyone is looking at the three of us and we make quite a spectacle.

On my way to my car, I hear whispers, and from the whispers I hear one very audible “Ashawo, husband snatcher.” I just move along pretending not to hear as I move along I pass a white Honda; the lady in the car winds down, spits on me and calls me a home wrecker and winds her windows back up.

I’m stunned all I can do is just stand and stare when she sees me staring she gives me the finger.

I finally reach my car and once I’m inside I lock the doors and windows. As I settle down, I replay the events of the last few minutes in my head and without warning I just start laughing uncontrollably. I laugh and laugh until finally laughter turns to tears.

The queue starts to move; I filled my tank and bought 20liters extra to use at home. As I’m leaving, I see the attendants talking and whispering and pointing at me. I just bone my face and leave the station.

Several buildings from the market I see a beans seller and I stop to buy beans. As I’m pricing the beans someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn around to see Henry—- sorry Emeka smiling down at me.

“Hmmnn, you are very beautiful and I like your style. Please don’t mind my wife jare. This is my card. Call me up and let me take you to lunch sometime,” he tells me.

what should be my responds to him ?

kindly use the comment for feedback.

261 thoughts on “Mistaken Identity”

  1. Fortune moses says:

    You don’t want to be an husband snatcher or an asawao like they called you. So your answer should be capital letter NO…….

  2. Lynda Jane says:

    It was a case of mistaken identity and you should explain that to him. If he thinks it was a deliberate act, then he clearly thinks you’re a joke so your answer should be No!

    1. iteyephilips says:

      Thanks for your contribution.

  3. Annabel says:

    I love this,really hilarious

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