But soon, the hustle became so real that I thought I was going to pass out anytime soon, thus I purchased a cold sachet of water and drank it in both a noisy and lousy manner. As I continued my stroll to the bus stand this time, having bought all the items I came to purchase. Just then a young man started towards me with chants of "excuse me"... " miss... Please can u hold on for a second"...
I didn't give a care in the world at the moment, but I decided to hear the young man out, incase I might have dropped something important. The young man looked flashy and drop dead handsome. Which made me turn pink and then purple with embarrassment as I immediately used the back of my palm to clean the water from the side of my mouth and I squeezed my bare foot against the other one.
"yes"... I managed to answer finally and his next response surprised me. " can I help you carry some of your baggage" he said and I was thinking "Egbon, are u a wheelbarrow boy or..."
Ha! Ha! A more elaborate thought came to mind "these ring road boys will not kill somebody... How can a fine boy like this be a thief, I mean I know he is dressed like a G boy but seriously"... But one more look at the young man and my heart melted again,and being the cautious chick that I am, I gave him the bag that contained the onions, since it was the least valuable of the items I was holding, incase things were to go south.
I told him where I was headed, and he smiled at me stating that it was a coincidence since he was headed the same way. But before we could go further he stopped by a really flashy car, opened the back seat and kept the bag of onions there and asked me to hop in. My heart skipped few beats as this time, I was almost sure that he was a kidnapper, more accurately a ritualist, because judging from my present dress code you would know that there is nothing for you to kidnap, "no shishi anywhere". In fact if he was to put a call to my family for a ransom they will kindly advise him to keep me,
Thus I panicked.
"thank you for helping me with my bag, but I will really like to take the bus... Please" I even had to beg. He smiled softly before saying "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm really not that kinda guy" and once more I fell for his charms.
He took me home with directions from me of course and I later found out that his name was Adedeji and naturally, I called him Deji.
From thence, a true tale of love sprouted like an iroko but this Saturday evening as I lay motionless on his chest, I wondered. "what had this rich, handsome youngman seen in me?". I looked my worst the day we met, how did this happen. "fate" was all he could say, I mean his ex's were all foreign supermodels, what did he see in a local yoruba girl like me.
But just before we could get all cuddly and stuff my friend Chinwe knocked on the door. she had come to borrow my textbook but while we were at it. We all talked and laughed for a long time.
A few months later Deji travelled abroad, and months soon grew into years and I didn't hear from him. I soon gave up, or so I thought, as I reasoned that he must have seen a prettier girl anyway, and I was never a good enough match for him. But a few weeks later, I got information from another friend of mine, that Deji was back in town. I rushed to the location, he welcomed me warmly, but just when I thought things would go back to normal as I was ready to forgive him, he gave me his wedding invitation card, and the stunning bride to be in his arms was Chinwe, yes, my very good friend Chinwe.
I couldn't say a word, and you know how it feels like in nightmares, when you are being chased and you can't shout the name of "Jesus", neither can you run fast, that was exactly how I felt, before waking up and realising that it was all a bad dream.
Deji stared up at me as he said "baby, are you okay, did you have a bad dream tell me about it"...
I told him everything, and he assured me that he loved me more than that and would never do that to me, " besides we are already engaged " he added and I stared at the big sapphire stone on my finger. I took a deep breath before hugging him and "just before we could get cuddly and stuff" in reality this time there was a knock on the door, and a feminine voice said...
"Funke, it's Chinwe, I came to borrow your brown dress" and I paused...
"it's OK... Let her in Baby, nothing is gonna go wrong I promise" Deji said reassuringly and even laughed before calling me a drama Queen...
I asked one of the newly employed maids to give her the dress and to tell her to keep it and also to tell her that I wasn't home...
Judge me all you want... "Egbon you can call me Joseph the 'Dreamah' but I'm not taking that kinda risk with my man"...
