Hey my loves, welcome to my cute little space where I share tidbits and ramblings of interesting write-ups. It's been years since I wrote anything so I'm a little bit rusty but I promise I will get the hang of it again as I start this journey with you guys.
From unbelievable encounters, heartbreak stories down to laugh-till-you-cry episodes; you are welcome to join me as we navigate whatever the spirits of "tales by moonlight" gods bring my way.
So let me just jump right to it, lol.
You know when God wants to teach you a lesson because you’ve chosen to be stubborn? He would harden your heart like he did Pharaoh when he wouldn’t let the Israelites go.
I sometimes go down memory lane and It feels like the girl I was five to seven years ago is a complete stranger, like someone out of a very interesting movie.
Well, Here’s a little trip down memory lane. A little story to give you a chuckle or two.
I had the luck and time to fly to Abuja to spend sometime with my friend Telma during my final year first semester holidays. I needed the rest and the environment change.
On this particular day, Telma and I drove to a nearby supermarket in Maitama to get some provisions for the house.The supermarket was crowded and it seemed like everyone decided to come out that particular Tuesday morning and I wasn't having it. To be honest,I would have preferred staying back in Telma's house; watching Netflix and eating anything I could lay my hands on but she had asked me to come with her, and knowing how persistent she could be,I obliged her request. It was supposed to be a quick in and out as she had a morning shift at the hospital where she worked as a nurse.
I stepped outside the supermarket because I didn't want to tag along every aisle with Telma, looking like a child that followed her mother to the market. Abuja is usually hot but the air that day was quite friendly. I unzipped my Zara mini bag that I had saved up to buy as a birthday gift to myself the previous year and took out my iPhone and a bubble gum, unwrapped it and threw the wrap casually on the floor without even thinking; something I would not have done on a regular day as I believe in keeping the nation clean. But hey, it didn’t seem like a ‘normal’ day and boy was I right.
I popped the gum in my mouth and took in the serenity of my environment. It was pure bliss.
The bank across the supermarket was in full bubble, people trooping in and out. The ATM was unsurprisingly busy too. The taxi men opposite the supermarket were having their daily round of arguments and banter on how terrible the economy is. The trees across the other side of the supermarket shaded some cars there, the leaves rustling gently. It was a busy and exciting morning, and it was barely 10am.
My phone beeped and I looked down the screen. These Whatsapp group chats would not be the end of me, constantly sending annoying broadcasts and filling up my notification bar. One more irrelevant message and I would exit the group.
A voice startled me. It was deep and commanding.
”Hello,Good morning. Please my Oga say make I call you"
I sighted the black boots first as my face had been glued to my phone before noticing the neatly ironed military police uniform, the black belt, the gun and the name tag: "Wasieu lawal"
"What?" I asked, pretending like I hadn't heard him the first time with a questioning look on my face.
He didn't seem too pleased to repeat himself but he did anyway.
"And who is your Oga that he can't come and talk to me himself?" I asked, with utmost disinterest boldly written all over my face.
He stared at me for a moment; bewildered.
"No vex" he said and turned to walk back from wherever he came from. He had a nice body and beautiful caramel skin and the whole 6ft of him could have been on a Paris runway, walking and strutting all that God-given goodness while the girls drooled. Oh well, serenading a girl for his boss wasn’t in his job description.
I turned my attention back to my phone, checking out my favourite pages on Instagram: like, scroll past, like, like...clicking and double tapping away.
I saw the cars from the corner of my eye before they pulled up. Two escort SUV cars and a Range Rover. To be honest,I’m terrible at identifying cars. You could show me a Bentley today and I would still ask you the name of the same car tomorrow. However, this was a Range Rover and I could manage to tell it was clearly a new model. I loved the sight of it.
I looked towards the car as the tinted backseat glass wound down. The AC from the car first got me before anything else. Even with the chilly weather, the car air conditioning was strong enough to ripple the hairs on my skin.
I noticed the Versace shirt at first and whatever the scent of that cologne was, gave me the most nostalgic, sensual feeling.
"Good morning. I’m really sorry to bother you this morning. It seems you're waiting for someone and I don't want to take much of your time. My name is Oscar. Can I please have your number?"
"You're fair" I stared at him as I said it, an expressionless look on my face.
He chuckled. "I didn't know that's a problem"
"It's probably not, but light skin men are not top on my list."
“Oh! I’m sorry about that. Can I at least give you my card,Incase you decide to give this fair guy a try"
I wanted to laugh because he deemed it fit to call himself a guy. He looked to be in his mid fifties and even with all that upkeep and money,I could still tell. This was clearly a man. But he did look edible and well groomed.
For some reason, I didn’t think twice about my reply:
“ok"
He reached into the bag next to him and brought out his card then proceeded to hand it to me.
I stretched out my hand and took it without even looking at it. I could see the attention from passersby and the taxi men this man and his cavalry were bringing to me and it made me slightly uncomfortable.
"Please call"
I could hear him say as I turned back and headed towards the supermarket. I heard the cars drive off almost immediately and let out a sigh of relief.
“Hottest girl!!!!! Big men don dey stop you abi. You haven't even stayed here for a week and you want Abuja babes to know say you don land"
Telma and her 5"6 yellow strutted out of the supermarket as she spoke. I gave a gentle laugh.
I took a proper look at the card as my friend loaded the groceries in the back seat of her silver corolla. The inscriptions were in 3D. This was no regular card.
"Dorbuss group of companies
Oil and gas"
I don’t do married men. I thought to myself, but this was a catch.
If you guys would love to read part two of this, please drop a comment and let me know what you think.
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