Key To My Heart



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ISIDORE didn’t know why he was driving home with her phone.

All right, he did know why. She had once again been rude and absurdly so in a childish manner too. Imagine asking him to return the phone to his office desk because she wouldn’t say thank-you simply because he’d requested her to. The woman was as snooty as they come and more insolent than most.

He was taking the phone home and he was leaving it there until she squashed that gigantic pride of hers and came for it—and thanked him properly for delivering it back to her.

Uh-hmm, that was the way it was going to be, Isidore nodded his head, changed gear and cut off the half-tarred street into another. A small frown filtered across his face as he joggled down the rutted motorway, what was really his motive for taking the phone with him?

What, in fact, had been his motive for deciding to deliver it back to her at all?

He had only noticed the phone when calls had started coming in minutes after she’d left his office. His first thought had been to pass it to Nurse Carol to give to her when she returned for it. But that first thought had quicit. But that first thought had quickly changed and he’d decided, without much thought, that he would deliver it back to her.

They weren’t friendly. She’d seemed momentarily mellow while at his office. And she’d made that comment—it had been a compliment, hadn’t it, commending the way he’d handled Kikanwa? Was it that unexpected praise that had prompted his decision to be the good messenger who was thoughtful enough to personally deliver a forgotten property?

Isidore didn’t know. And frankly, at the moment he didn’t care to probe deeply into his motive—if there was one. The facts on ground were that he’d brought home her phone to her and she’d once again been intolerably rude and now, he was keeping the phone until she swallowed her pride and came for it herself.

Those were the facts.

He pulled into the side of the low-roof bungalow house where he usually parked the car, switched off the engine and got down, taking the phone and his small medical bag with him.

“Good evening, Mama-Onye.” He greeted as he came up the stairs.

Mama-Onye sent him a smile. “Welcome, my son. You’re back early today.”

“Didn’t have many patients at the centre today.” He set his bag on the bench and leaned against the wood veranda railing. “Did you have a good day?”

“I guess I did. Finished shelling the egusi I set out for myself and had myself a good nap. I only came out now even.” Mama-Onye gave a nodding gesture towards the house. “Ozioma is still preparing dinner but if you’re hungry, I’m sure she can find you something.”

She was talking about the teenage girl who came to the house to help her out when she was done with school. She sometimes spent the night at the house, not so much so now that he was there though.

“I can wait for dinner.” He heard the rumble of a vehicle and turned. Then his brows went up at the Toyota truck galloping down their crescent.

Well, so she did follow him. She must have followed the highway because he’d taken the shorter-route side streets home. She’d quickly swallowed her pride… or she was here to showcase more of her rudeness, Isidore amended when he noted her grim expression as she got off the truck.

Patti cleared off her surly face as she approached the house, working up a smile for the old woman who sat at her usual place on the veranda. “Good evening, Mama-Onye.” She dropped one knee in respect and leaned down to hug her. “Taking the evening breeze?”

“I am indeed, my daughter.” Mama-Onye smiled up at her. “Since the rain is giving us respite, I better take advantage to enjoy my bench before it returns. How is Nnadim? Are his knees better?”

“They are still worrying him but not severely.” Patti replied. She could feel the darned doctor’s gaze on her but she chose to ignore him—for now. “Hope you still have dried fish. Or would you be needing some soon?”

“I still have two big ones left. In fact, I have been planning to come over to the farm to thank Nnadim for them… the man is always generous to me, to everyone. But since we will all be seeing at Nne-Ben’s cookout on Sunday, I said I will thank him then. Did you bring anything for me? Though I don’t see your bag.” Mama-Onye added with a chuckle. “Or are you just here to visit an old woman?”

Patti looked then at the smug Isidore. “I actually came to retrieve my phone from your grandson, Mama-Onye.”

“Eh.” Mama-Onye looked from one to the other. Isidore was looking too complacent, she observed. “Did you give your phone to him?”

“I did not.” Patti compressed her lips. “I unwittingly forgot my phone in his office when I went to collect the medication he billed for Nnadim and… and now, he won’t give it back to me. He said he is seizing it.” It gave her immense pleasure to report the matter that way.

It was the summary of events anyway.

“Ahn-ahn.” Mama-Onye switched her gaze to her grandson. “Isidore, give her back her phone at once. Why would you even seize her phone?”

“I didn’t seize her phone.” So she can act puerile, and sulky, huh? The thought made Isidore smile. But he kept the smile inside. “She forgot her phone on my table, I generously drove to the farm to return it to her and only asked that she say thank you before getting it back, which she blatantly refused to do.

“You didn’t ask.” Patti snapped. “You ordered me to thank you.”

“I so did not order. Besides, it’s only courteous to thank me for my kind gesture.

“I didn’t ask you for any kind gestures, did I? Besides, I was coming to get my phone myself, so your kind gesture was absolutely unnecessary.”

Well, wasn’t this interesting? Mama-Onye thought, watching the sparring now. She’d never known Patti to be rude or bad tempered… well, the girl had a temper and everyone in town knew it. But she usually managed to keep it under better control. And she was never rude, not to the point of decrying kind gestures and not appreciation for them. She kept men at long arm’s length, that was true, and she avoided men from the city altogether—and with good reason too. But she was never rude to them either.

And she never, has never in the last few years, shown any deep emotion towards any man—from the town or straight out of the city. And anger, no, make that bad tempered rage, was a strong emotion that usually came from the place where the heart was.

Very interesting, Mama-Onye thought again, and leaned back into her bench, completely relaxed and majorly pleased… and entertained.

“Mama-Onye, tell him to give me back my phone.” Patti sulkily demanded.

“Mama-Onye, tell her to say thank you.” Isidore calmly countered.

“Hmm.” Mama-Onye hummed, fanned herself and smiled generally at the sky.

Patti crushed her teeth together and fumed. “This was so childish.”

Isidore smiled, openly now and smugly too. “It is certainly childish of you not to want to say thank you for a good deed.”

“Argh!” Get some control her head told her. But her temper, her aggravated mood refused her that control. “Just give me my damn phone!” She lunged for it.

He skirted out of her reach. “You can’t have back your damn phone until you say thank you.”

“Fine. Fine. You keep the phone. I don’t need it anymore.”

But she needed it, so she couldn’t storm off as she dearly wanted to do. It was her only phone. Her two mobile lines were on it. She should just say thank you and be done with it. But stubbornness, loathness to have him win, made her gnash her teeth instead.

Isidore noted her struggle to keep her temper, to not say what he wanted, to not to allow him to win this… well, this battle of wills. And he decided to rag her even more.

“I can’t believe that a well brought up woman…  I am believing you’re well brought up because my grandmother here only has nice things to say about your family.” He smiled genially at her glare. “And it beats me why someone from such a sterling family line cannot show simple good manners. It has to be pride, right? You’re just too proud say thank you, aren’t you, Patti?

“It is not pride.” It was. It was pride, stubbornness and the addition of foolishness. All three culminating to annoy her further. “I can say thank you if I have to.

“Then say it.” Isidore retorted, giving his eyes a dramatic roll.

Much to her annoyance. “No! You keep the phone. Eat it, sleep with it… do whatever you want with it. I don’t care! I am going home.” She turned to the old woman. Glared at her, because she seemed to be silently enjoying the whole drama. “Good night, Mama-Onye.”

“Oh yes, my dear child, say me well to your grandfather.” Mama-Onye smiled complacently as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on in front of her.


She hated her name on his lips. She did, Patti viciously asserted to herself. But still she turned on the stair.

“You’re forgetting your phone.” Since the first ragging hadn’t worked, this one surely would. “I don’t want to keep your phone. I don’t eat or sleep with phones. That can be dangerous.” His mouth tucked up at her bristling eyes. “You need your phone. There’s been a number of messages, calls too. Nne-Ozieh called, that was the last call while I was driving home. I didn’t pick it… not my phone and all.”

He lazily rolled his shoulders, struggled not to grin at her grunted snarl. “I thought this must be your business line. That is why I was so desperate to get it back to you. I was only thinking of you and your customers.” He repeated the lazy shrug, added an affable smile. “Don’t know if they can reach you any other way and didn’t want anyone disappointed because you’d unwittingly forgotten your phone in my office.”

Her eyes glinted even more wrathfully and Isidore almost laughed. “So I drove all the way to the farm to return it to you. It was just a good deed, certainly didn’t mean to offend you by it. I was only being helpful to my neighbour. At least that was the way I saw it.” He held forward the phone. “You can have it. I can’t deprive you of your property simply because I believe, and was taught, that it is polite to appreciate kind gestures.”

Patti stared at him. No, she glared at him, and wished she could smack him. His eyes were challenging and smug. He was making her look like the bad guy. The ill-mannered bad guy who couldn’t say a simple thank you—and in front of his grandmother too.

She looked at Mama-Onye. The old woman was staring intently at the sky above her head like she lost something there.

Patti ground her teeth, swallowed her pride—and her foolishness. But she kept the anger. “You win. You win, Dr Isidore.” She gave him a dirty look. “Thank you for delivering my phone… which I did not ask you to deliver. Happy now?”

Her caustic tone, and expression, broadened Isidore’s smile. “Satisfied.”

Patti snatched her phone. “Next time if I forget any of my properties in your office, leave it there until I come get it myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time, Patti.”

She wanted to snarl that there won’t be a next time, even though she’d said it first. But she’d displayed enough childishness and foolishness for one day, so Patti straightened up her shoulders, turned around and stalked to her car.

“Ah, she is quite bad tempered and stubborn, isn’t she?” Isidore casually observed as the Toyota truck bulleted out of their yard.

“She is.” Mama-Onye dropped her gaze from the empty sky and stared at her grandson. “What are you up to with that girl?”

“Me? Nothing.” Isidore shrugged. “Just teaching her a lesson, that’s all.”

“A lesson? Hmm.” Mama Onye’s expression darkened with a thoughtful frown. “You be careful what lesson you’re teaching her, she’s got a sore heart.”

“Haven’t we all.” But even as he muttered the words, Isidore’s curiosity piqued at what, or who, might have given Patti a sore heart.


Dedication: For all June & July Celebrants, may your lives be blessed.

**Eh-eh, so my WG.101 post yesterday was left without a single comment, eh kwa? It has never happen oh… I will lose my temperature oh… somebody do sontin oh… eh-eh**

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26 Responses to Key To My Heart

  1. Nykky says:

    Patti get over that sore heart of yours and live again.Thanks TM for the update

  2. jojodia says:

    Me likey this kind of mad Love that is brewing like Nigeria Breweries between Patti and Isidore……they call this kind of love ‘fire love’.

    Well done TM…..what a fiery episode.

  3. Roselyn says:

    Truly enjoyed reading this episode abi chapter. Thanks TM

  4. Patience Bassey says:

    Nice episode, really enjoyed it

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  6. Temitope Shobayo says:

    Patti, you better better coolu coolu temper o, coolu temper (in my music voice). Really loving this. Thanks so much for the update TM and have a wonderful and blessed holiday. Happy new month.

  7. Datoks says:

    But this Patti gal has a bad temper sha.

  8. Jeffrey Jamez says:

    Patti sha…. Common thank you.

  9. I love that Mama Onye ignored them.

  10. Toyenlon says:

    Patti, just let the good doctor gove you balm/drug for your sore heart…lol

  11. mercy says:

    where’s d fun in gentle gentle love…..me I lyk ds intro o….it’s intriguing….sha no overdo am Patti.M lyking u more n u too good doctor

  12. iyke david says:

    She wants to live the rest of her life with a sore heart?

  13. Awlytan says:

    I’m so loving this series! Can’t wait to see what will happen… You’re a superb writer, TM…

  14. Paula says:

    I like Isidore

  15. Ella mum says:

    Nice story

  16. mady says:

    luv brewing…

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