A top dog, a hotshot, a high-flier, he had it all, the world was his oyster! He soared high in his field, was a total outlier. He was being envied by a few, admired by many. He was in total control of his world and his circumstances. He was an ever forward helmsman with a large quest for excellence, which he never failed to attain. He was quite handsome, very easy on the eye, with a striking stature that was hard to miss, who also loved to play hard, always having an exclusive spot in the VIP section of Lagos elite night clubs where girls shamelessly flocked around him, trying to grasp his attention. Who wouldn't anyway, quite an eligible bachelor!
He was out this cool Friday, having drinks with two of his friends who were also successful in their own right, but definitely not as him. " guy, how far that babe now, ah what's her name again..." One of his friends asked. He seemed phlegmatic and unconcerned. He finally responded, "that one, mschew, she no sabi cook nada! Told her to make me noodles, I had serious running stomach the next day. She was even talking about marriage, omo I dust my slippers carry am run! She dey find person wey she go kill " They all bursted out laughing. His other friend then said " but na fine babe now, the girl has very tight packaging! Mehn you would have just managed her excesses and married her oh and get you guys a cook!" " Naa, all the fine girls I have dated are just a sloppy mess! They can't cook, clean, arrange or raise a finger, it's crazy, how am I supposed to marry a girl like that and deal with that situation all the days of my married life! Did I mention that most of them, not all sha, are usually impertinent, brusque and ill-bred?" They laughed away the rest of the evening having more drinks and some cigars.
It was another week. There was a Monday rush and thus traffic.He sat at the owner's corner while Musa drove him to work. He had a meeting in an hour.
He temporarily fixed his eyes outside the car window when she hurriedly walked past his car, his gaze fell on her African backside, round, firm and full. It bounced as she walked faster. She looked good in her corporate gown, quite sharp. His eyes still followed her. She stopped to talk to an old woman who looked quite feeble. She helped her cross over to the other side, the woman gestured a thank you sign to her while she continued walking.
Suddenly, he found himself interested in her, even without seeing her face! The traffic was easing off and Musa was moving again. "Musa when you get close to that woman in the blue gown, slow down". Musa did so, and he wound down his car window" hey miss can I give you a ride?" She turned and finally he could see her face, it was not the type of face that was synonymous to a girl he would readily approach! She was not beautiful, facially.
" Thank you, I'll be okay,I'll get a bus".
He surprised himself, he still had some saliva to speak! " You're walking too fast, it means you're late, hop in, let me drop you" She paused" Okay, thank you, I will"
She sat beside him in silence in his black sleek Mercedes Benz S500 as Musa drove. He was trying to convince himself that he just did the right thing, but felt there was something different about her, she was warm, gentle, with an attractive behind but not beautiful... He broke the silence, " so what do you do" " I work in a travel agency, what about you?" He smiled at her confidence " I do a lot of things, I run my oil and gas company amidst other businesses" They got to her office which was somewhere around Victoria Island and as she got down, he shocked himself further by giving her his business card and asking for her number!
They drove off, with him lost in his thoughts, before Musa abruptly cut in "oga no vex abeg sir, walahi the girl wey we just drop no fine at all!" He bursted out laughing "Musa, shut up, haba!"
It was two weeks exactly after their first meeting. She was in her kitchen at home cooking a pot of Ogbono soup when she heard her phone ring, it was him! She told him she was cooking, he teased her about giving him some, she teased him back on coming to get it from her house and further even dropped her address with him. They both hung up.
She had finished eating and was getting ready to rest when she heard a knock on her door "who is it" "na me Salisu gateman, e get one man wey come with big car, e dey outside, e dey find you ,kai aunty you don hammer!". He came, he had traced her to her house! She was in disbelief, it all seemed incredulous. She quickly made eba and put some Ogbono soup into a cooler and placed them both in a carrier bag. She went out to see him.
" hi, I didn't know you would come, I thought you were joking! I made some eba too" "Thank you" She handed him the bag and ran inside immediately without allowing him utter another word.
The aroma of the delicious soup filled up his dinning area. He ate up the whole food, she was such a good cook! He picked up his phone to dial her number, but stopped. What was he thinking, what was happening to him... (Pt 2.)