Episode 3
The first day I went to Tunji’s apartment, or
should I say my husband’s apartment, that was where my confusion started, if I
had only made good use of that confusion…
His house was
nicely arranged, it was neat, too
neat, it felt like he scrubbed it daily; but I had a funny feeling, I couldn’t
place my finger on it. He just did not strike me as one who cared that much
about cleanliness to keep his house in such form.
Well, Tunji was all over the place, like a child
who was trying to distract his mother from finding out the mischievous thing he
had done. He seemed really happy to have me in his place finally, but you would
not blame him, after all, he had spent 2 whole months convincing me to come see
where he lives. He explained everything to me, at a point, it felt like he was
teaching me how to use a television remote control.
Then came the tour:
His very words, “why don’t I show you around, so
you won’t forget any bit of this house, which would be ours in a matter of
days, months or years maybe”. I smiled and got up, then he led the way.
The last room he showed me should have been the
final piece to the puzzle, if I had just been smart enough to trail the signs
and that would have prevented me from this misery I am in right now. The room
was filed with a presence, a female presence, even though no one was there, but
it had that touch, that smell, I could see some hair creams, perfumes, bags hung
in the extreme left corner of the room.
On our way back to my place, I was in a lifetime
confusion of if I should ask about my suspicions or if it was just all in my
head. Then I reasoned ‘if really he had a woman in his house, where was she
when I was there? If he had a serious woman in his life, where was she when he
spent almost 24hours, every day with me, either on the phone or on ground? So I
shook off my suspicions and enjoyed the ride.
Two days later, I was on the phone with my best
friend, Chioma, and shared with her what I saw and all I felt, she just said:
Juju, give the guy a chance now, am sure it’s your mind playing tricks on you, and
again, are you sure it isn’t that useless mindset of yours that there is no
rich and handsome guy that is faithful. You see what I always tell you, where
on earth did you get such mindset, why are you so afraid of handsome and rich
guys….then she went on and on, saying words too much for me to stomach, so I
let it slide and told myself it was okay, maybe Chioma had finally been able to
talk sense into me or maybe I was just not ready for her long presidential
speech. Whatever it was, I chose to push it aside and try to enjoy the moment,
after all, it was not like I had plans of marrying him.
Well I guess at this time it was a good
conclusion, because Tunji was turning out to be a nice guy and was also proving
all that Chioma had been telling me to be true: A rich, handsome and faithful
man is not an impossible blend.
The next time I hung out with the whole crew was
2 weeks after. We were performing a ritual we had formed: Once a month, towards
the end of the month, when we were sure that we had all been paid our salaries,
we treat ourselves to dinner in an exquisite restaurant.
It was an idea that Jummy had forced us all to
buy into, her reason was that we were a bunch of single ladies with good paying
jobs, who obviously did not have any serious relationship, so we needed to go
out to find these men. She explicitly said that we would go to the kinds of
places where men that met our standard hung out. But, I knew that it was her
excuse to find herself new sugar daddies, because each time we hung out, she
would keep scanning the place until her eyes rested on her perfect catch: Men
in their late forties and early fifties who looked rich and bored.
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The first time we ever went on the dinner date,
it was a Thursday evening, I had just finished from work and we had agreed to
meet up at Federal Palace Hotel in Victoria Island at 7pm.
I work with an advertising firm and I will be
humble to say that I am one of the priced employee of the company because of my
ability to seal any deal, so it is important I am present at any meeting where
we pitched to big clients.
That day was one of those days when my boss had
lined up meetings upon meetings with new clients, so I had to look as corporate
as possible. I wore a grey trouser suite. Cynthia, being one who did not care
about her looks –blame it on her engineering profession- had worn a grey
t-shirt and a faded blue jeans, with a black jacket and a nice black Toms shoes
to go with it. Chioma wore a red mini dress and Shola couldn’t make it because
she had to work late.
Jummy was the last person to arrive and when she
finally did, we all understood why. As she stepped in, all the guys in the bar
had their eyes fixed on her cleavage until she sat down. She was dressed like
one who was to attend a red carpet event in Hollywood. She wore a long, sultry black dress with a low cut in the front and at the back, revealing
enough to show that she wasn’t putting on a bra and that her boobs were as firm
as one could imagine, my God. When we complained, her response was, “I told you
guys the plan was to catch guys that met our standard, why then would you want
to sell yourself short”.
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So, this day, we had agreed to meet at Oriental
Hotels, we ordered Chinese rice and sauce. Before we even settled in, Chioma
started filling everyone in on me and how paranoid I am about rich and handsome
men. She went on about how afraid I was to let myself fall in love with these
type of men. I had tried to cut into it and end the conversation like a million
times telling her that we didn’t come to Orientals to gossip, discuss or
whatever this was called, in the name of having dinner, but she pushed me aside
and went on talking.
Long story short, I got relationship advice that
could last me a life time from all my four friends. And I decided that the next
time I had issues with matters of the heart, I would keep my thoughts to myself,
or maybe just talk to Shola or Jummy, well Shola and Jummy but certainly not
Chioma.
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Now the Kiss:
My first kiss with Tunji…Or, my kisses with
Tunji… A kiss with Tunji.. You can tell I am blabbing right? Okay, let me take
a minute to tell you about my first kiss with Tunji.
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