Episode 12
As I
arrived Silverbird galleria in Victoria Island, I put a call through to Paul to
find out if he was there yet; he was. I looked at the
tiny black box Tunji had
given me yesterday, shut my eyes for a minute or so with no clue whatsoever
what action to take. I called Becky to find out what movie we would be seeing
and where everybody was, then I stepped out of my car.
I went
to meet my colleagues. Everyone seemed rather excited about the day, a break
from all the mental stress of work I guess: from the thinking and adjusting of
sales pitches, to creating and recreating promotional materials for one client
or the other and now, just faff around the cinemas, eating popcorn, sipping a
drink and watching movie. We were so noisy, it felt like everyone had been on a
vacation and just got back today and now, because everyone felt the need to
talk about one thing or the other. I just took my movie ticket and excused
myself. Then I heard someone call out,
“I
would keep a seat for you right next to me”. I turned to find out who it was,
but I am sure you already know that it was Becky right?
Getting
to Mr. Wang, an upscale restaurant et lounge which served as my meeting place
with Paul. At the first contact of our eyes, he smiled deeply, when I got
closer, he got up, pulled the seat out for me to sit and then returned to his.
He was some gentleman, but my head was filled with Tunji’s words, - I should allow you start afresh with a total
stranger, waste two years of your life trying to figure him out all for you to
realize that we are all the same. Do you think the riff raff doesn’t have a
girl friend? Which twenty first century guy doesn’t have a girlfriend now? You
must be the biggest joker if you think he had been sitting single for however
long, waiting patiently for you to waltz through so he would get hooked up with
you and probably marry you, hmmm, you must really be a joker-, yeah, those
words, so gentlemanism, wasn’t going
to distract me.
“How
are you, you sounded really urgent, I was not going to tell you, but I would; I
let my personal assistant and head of business development attend a meeting I
was supposed to attend in person to create this time to see you”, he said.
I
looked at him really blindly. What was he saying? That whatever I had to say
must be worth his time and stress; really? Juju, calm down, I said quietly to
myself, smiled and met his gaze, then said,
“I
should probably cancel this meeting because I fear that it might not be worth
all the stress and time you put into allowing it happen”.
“Oh,
please, no, that wasn’t what I meant, that was just an opening line for me.
Meeting you, after yesterday and how carried away I was with you and our
conversation, my nerve kicked in immediately I saw you and I had no clue what
to say at first, so I just heard my mouth say what it said. You know what?
That’s enough, we should check the menu for something to eat and drink. A
little alcohol in my system will do me good at this time.”, he said.
We
ordered chicken wings, potato chips and a bottle of red wine, then I went all
crazy: "You seem like a nice person, really naïve, but interesting. You
are pretty established and a handsome young gentleman as well. For the better
part of my life, I had always believed that there was no good-looking successful
young man in Lagos and Nigeria as a whole who didn’t have a girlfriend, better
yet, some lady he has serious commitment with, until I met one who tweaked my
theory a little bit.
In his
case, he had not met that serious lady, but he had quite a number of unserious
ladies he was hanging with. So my dear Paul, tell me, what is your story?"
He
took a deep look at me and said, “Why do I feel it is you who should be telling
the story here. You seem pretty deep and slightly wounded. Like the guy who
changed your theory changed it with you. Like you were the serious lady who was
constantly hurt by the numerous unserious ladies in his life. Tell me,
Ojuolape,” he took my right palm in his left and continued, “have you been
hurt? Are you hurting? What is your story?”
At
this point, uncontrollable hot tears began to fall down my eyes profusely, I
was tired and confused, I couldn’t even talk to another man without him sensing
what Tunji had done to me, this man has made a vegetable of my emotional being.
I took
my hand from his, took a piece of serviette from the table and wiped my face,
then had a full gulp of wine and said, “My company is out on a treat to the
movies now and I asked to be given thirty minutes away to meet you, by now, my
thirty minutes is far spent, plus I am sure the world needs your attention to
make money for them, so let’s get on with our lives and meet at a more
convenient time.”
“What
I think we should do, is leave here to somewhere more serene, somewhere the
breeze can blow your hair up and down, where you would get a good massage and
sweet sleep, then tell me all that your young mind has been burdened with; but,
before we do that, I’d have you know that, guys aren’t all the same. One thing
I believe is that for there to be an imitation of a product, then there is
certainly an original of the same product; so if there are men who are total
assholes, then there are some who are worth the try.
Now
take another thirty minutes to wrap things up with your company while I seat
here and make preparations for what I just proposed. And please, as you walk
back to the cinemas hall, use the time to think straight about what you would
like to do this weekend: Take a harmless break from it all to clear your head
or just go home.”, he said.
I
smiled and headed straight to meet the team. In less than twenty-four hours, my
life has been full of crazy experiences: Tunji flipping up on me; My mother
being overly excited that her daughter had finally been proposed to, not
minding what kind of life her daughter would be living in the marriage; And
now, a weekend get away with a young handsome gentleman I just met two weeks
ago.
Does
these come with age, because it feels like the more I live, the more
complicated my life becomes and nothing, absolutely nothing prepared me for
adulthood at all. With each day comes a new level of strange.
Anyway,
the day ended with no single call from Tunji, so I decided to take the lead, I
put a call through to him and I got the worst response of my life.
“Hello,
please who is this, Tunji is having his shower”, in a female voice.
“WHO
IS WHO??? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”, I was standing now and screaming on the top of
my voice, then the call went off.
“Wait,
whatttt!!! She had the guts to cut the call on me, kai, Tunji is just a bastard”,
I said, then called his number back,
“Hello,
how are you Ojuolape? Tunji asked.
“Oh
now, I am Ojuolape right? no longer Juju because of that stupid thing you have
in your house right? Ha Tunji, what sort of a man are you? Which man is there
who engages a lady one night and is with another the next night? Who? If not a
bloody cheat like you?” I said, screaming and fuming with anger.
“You
will never call me and shout at me, have you heard me? You will never question
me at all, have you heard me? And one more thing Ojuolape, it was a ring I gave
you and not a question.”, he said then ended the call.
My
heart shattered into pieces, what did this man just say to me? This man that
put me in a confused state all day, just made a big fool out of me.
I
picked up my phone and sent Paul a text message: What did you say about that
serene place…
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……….Talk2urHommie……….
Tunji messed up, big time. But Ojuolape too should not have made those statements she made to him. This is not justifying that Tunji did though...He is a boncum and the thunder that will fire that lady that picked the call is still doing push-up, counting to 50.
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DeleteUntil next episode. Great work
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