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Part One
Circa August 2008, University of Ilorin Car Park

The queue was a long one and the cabs weren't many. If you ask me, I’d say there were just two cabs to two hundred students. The sun was blazing hot and flies were buzzing near the refuse dump. All of a sudden, a cab appeared and veered in to the park. All five hundred students on the queue made a dive for the five-sitter cab, me inclusive. For what seemed like a life time, I was caught in a mass of sweaty bodies. I struggled to hold on to the door but I was pushed to the floor. I managed to get up and was flung to the back of the wolverine pack.
My bag!
I quickly checked for my wallet and began to look around to see if somehow the contents had spilled but I couldn't find it. Double loss! I didn't get on the cab and my wallet was missing. How do I get to Tanke? I got out my phone and called my dad.
He picked up on the second ring.
‘Hi Dad’, I wailed, ‘My purse is missing and I’m stuck here. May I come to your office?’
‘You may, young lady, on the condition that you wait for me to finish marking these scripts’, he said, the noisy ceiling fan of his office whirring in the background.

‘Ok Dad, see you in five minutes’.
I hung up and straightened my top. My jeans were a bit stained so I dusted my knees. I didn’t want to appear dirty before my dad who was a senior lecturer in the Department of Botany. He and my mom, who was a lecturer too in Faculty of law (and was popularly called Landlady), had insisted that I learn how to drive but I was too jittery.

I started the long walk to Dad’s office and was nodding to Patricia King’s Igwe from my IPOD. I noticed a car speed by around the curve of the senate building but I didn't pay attention until the driver splashed dirty water on me. He parked a few meters ahead and hurried down to apologize, but I was too angry to notice the hunk approaching.
I just thought to myself that my day couldn't get any worse, or could it?
‘Hey, I really, really wish you wouldn't frown so much, angel. I apologize’ he blurted.
Hello? Who did this guy think he was? Who was he to tell me how and when not to frown?
I made to give him a dose of my lethal tongue and looked into the brownest eyes I had ever seen. No, he wasn't particularly handsome; he was more attractive than handsome, in fact.
‘It’s al..alright’, I stuttered.
‘Awwww, she’s so kind too’, he laughed, ‘I’m Duke Disu’
‘Nice. Do you splash water on every girl walking just so you can pay compliments?’ I said, frowning and looking at my watch like I do when I’m pressed for time.
‘Hey, I’m only being friendly! Take care’ he walked away.
I didn't bother to act ruffled. Many guys would have just driven off but he had the courtesy to stop. I hurried up to Dad’s office and forgot about the episode almost immediately.

PART 2.
Circa August 2008
Compound C, Lagos Hostel, University of Ilorin

‘Lailai o, I can’t take it from anyone at all, I trust myself as a sharp Lagos babe’ Yewande said from the upper part of a bunk in the corner of the room, wearing only her pant and bra and fanning herself with a notebook.
All five of us girls were involved in a heated discussion and didn’t let the annoying heat of the room deter us. The ceiling fan buzzed noisily and only helped in evenly distributing the hot air of the room. It was a normal school day and we had an hour free between our lectures. I didn’t see the need to go back home so I came to my friend, Labake’s hostel. We all were in our third year and in the same faculty. Her bunkmate, Freda and her other roommate, Hadiza, were talking about a ‘happily married’ lecturer in their department who got a student pregnant and was asking her to have an abortion. Hadiza was the oldest, a Hausa-Fulani girl who was betrothed to a Fulani doctor and always acted like a mother hen to the girls. Freda was a no-nonsense girl from Warri who wore glasses and loved to speak Pidgin English despite having an excellent command of the Queen’s English.
Labake, like me, was a very quiet girl. She was homely, intelligent and soft-spoken which was how we got close. My parents adored her because they saw in her all the qualities a friend of their daughter should have. Yewande was the proper crazy girl in the mix. She had spent all her life in Lagos and got admitted to the University of Ilorin when the person who made her UTME application in the cybercafé mistakenly chose
‘But Yewande, how would you feel if you were the one in the wife’s shoes? Ha, no woman wishes that another woman should have a child for her husband o’ Hadiza said, one eyebrow raised to drive home her point.
‘Why didn’t Mr. Shodipo think of his wife before dunking his rod into her well? So she should do what now? Put herself at risk? Me I know I will move in to the house and become a wife too’ Yewande threw back, beginning to take the gist very personal.
‘I am surprised at this your thought pattern o, 21st century woman who feels its okay to be a second wife, O girl your head no even dey there sef’ Freda joined in.
‘Why are you all making it look like the girl is the villain here when she is actually the victim? Egbami o’ Yewande said.
‘No worry na’, said Freda, ‘when them carry wife come meet you for house you know villain and victor’.
I began to laugh just then, because I found it amusing that anyone would have a wife at home and still want to sleep with another woman. Mom always told me that sex was overrated and when she first gave me the ‘talk’, I promised to wait till my wedding night before I get my cherry popped.
‘Time for our next class, babe. I’d better leave now before the door to the lecture theatre gets shut’ Labake said.
‘Alright girls, bye’ I said.
‘Bye’ they chorused.
We walked out hurriedly and linked the walkway, gisting about CGPAs that only hung and sunk but never rose.
Then I saw him, the guy that splashed dirty water on me some days ago and had the effrontery to tell me he was only being friendly. He looked very dashing in his jeans, a well pressed shirt and nice hair. I really wanted to look at those brown eyes again, so I decided to do something brazen.
‘Hello there’ I said loudly, almost yelling.
‘Hey, so you remember me. How have you been? Going for lectures?’ he said, brown eyes dancing.
‘Please one question at a time. I am fine, lectures, yes’.
‘So may I get your number?’
Oh well. The number thing wasn’t something I did because men were such pests and could turn nuisance when they had access to you. Labake waved at me from a distance away, tapping her wrist to tell me time was running out.
‘Okay, here it is, 0-8-0-4-5-3-0-6-1-3-3. And my name is not hey, my name is Toluwanimi.’
‘Alright Toluwanimi, I also know you’re Prof and Prof Mrs. Bello’s daughter, and you live at 17VAQ8 in the staff quarters’
‘Wow. You’re an awesome stalker.’
‘Well, I’m an excellent detective. Let me free you so you’ll not be late’
I didn’t want him to go, but Labake had waved again and I couldn’t make her wait forever.
‘Bye, Duke’.
‘Bye angel’, he shook my hands and I felt some warmth creep up my arm and spread to my heart.
What was happening to me

Toluwanimi omo Bello!!!!!

Part 3
K-Dorms, Tanke Oke-Odo, Ilorin. 2008

‘O boy the chicala tight o. I must wife that chic’ I told my brother on the phone, scrolling through Tolu’s Facebook timeline.
‘Wow,’ I mouthed.
‘Wetin sef,’ Dipo said, ‘Duke you too hype the chic o. Oya give me her Facebook name’
‘Tolu Bells’
I heard the sound of hands hitting keys and a few seconds later I heard a ‘whoosher’. So he had found her.
‘So wetin you think’
‘She’s pretty’ he said.
Her pictures even had the power to make my brother speak correct English and not the pidgin he loved to flow in. I felt happy for once that I’d found a looker that could make my brother stop boasting about his Lautech girlfriend who was studying transport management. He was a youth corps member posted to Abuja and he always teased me about my school being more academic than social.
‘What are you waiting for?’ he asked
‘Slow and steady wins the race’ I replied
‘No just dull sha’ he had reverted to pidgin. Dipo sef. ‘How’s your project’
‘Fine o. I’m already in chapter 4’
‘Alright. We go dey yarn’
‘Ok bro, later things’ I hung up.
I took off my grey boxers and put on a clean pair. I was going to the library to prepare for a seminar. As a final year Electrical engineering student, I was working so hard to make all my papers and not have a reason to come back next year.

Part 3
K-Dorms, Tanke Oke-Odo, Ilorin. 2008

‘O boy the chicala tight o. I must wife that chic’ I told my brother on the phone, scrolling through Tolu’s Facebook timeline.
‘Wow,’ I mouthed.
‘Wetin sef,’ Dipo said, ‘Duke you too hype the chic o. Oya give me her Facebook name’
‘Tolu Bells’
I heard the sound of hands hitting keys and a few seconds later I heard a ‘whoosher’. So he had found her.
‘So wetin you think’
‘She’s pretty’ he said.
Her pictures even had the power to make my brother speak correct English and not the pidgin he loved to flow in. I felt happy for once that I’d found a looker that could make my brother stop boasting about his Lautech girlfriend who was studying transport management. He was a youth corps member posted to Abuja and he always teased me about my school being more academic than social.
‘What are you waiting for?’ he asked
‘Slow and steady wins the race’ I replied
‘No just dull sha’ he had reverted to pidgin. Dipo sef. ‘How’s your project’
‘Fine o. I’m already in chapter 4’
‘Alright. We go dey yarn’
‘Ok bro, later things’ I hung up.
I took off my grey boxers and put on a clean pair. I was going to the library to prepare for a seminar. As a final year Electrical engineering student, I was working so hard to make all my papers and not have a reason to come back next year.

***************
4p.m
I drove as fast as it was safe, hoping to beat the traffic generated by taxi cabs dropping off students at the car park. I gave myself mental pats on the back for taking the staff quarters as the short cut to the library.
Just as I rounded the bend to the professors’ quarters, the car began to jerk.
Oh no!
This was not good. Not good at all.
Why would this car choose today of all days and this spot of all places to misbehave? I tried to maneuver and slowed down so I could move into the right lane. It jerked again and sputtered the jerked again and died.
Wow.
Talk about deep shit.

I brought out my phone to dial my friend, Kamal’s phone number and heard someone call my name.
‘Hi there, Duke’.
I turned. It was Tolu. Funny, but I felt relieved that it wasn’t some hoity toity bitch from my class who was going to mock me.
‘Hi. What are you doing here? I asked
‘Have you forgotten my dad is a professor?’ she replied, smiling. Her smile was original and set off her teeth nicely
‘Oh, that’s true’
‘So what are you doing here’ she asked, hands in the back pocket of her jeans. The sun was setting to the west and somewhere around a voice rang out calling people for prayers.

‘My car just broke down and I need to get someone to fix it’I answered, furrowed brows thinking in deep concentration.
‘Why don’t you come in and chill till you figure out what to do?’said Tolu
Okay.
Now I wasn’t expecting that. I just expected her to say a hi and walk away but here she was chatting me up and even inviting me to her house. Who was I to turn down an opportunity to get to kknow her better? And in my brother’s voice, I wasn’t going to ‘dull’.
‘alright, let me lock up properly’ I replied, perhaps a bit too hastily.

The walk to their house was a quite a long one and she explained to me that she had left the house to clear her head a bit before eating and going to read in the campus. I didn’t quite feel the strain of the walk because in no time we had covered the basics; how she was finding school, her older siblings who were abroad, her passion for young children and my own indifference to security men asking badly dressed students to turn back at the university gate.

‘Good evening daddy’ she greeted
‘Oh, back already? I thought you were walking forever’
‘I brought home a friend, dad,
Her dad whipped his head around from his seat away from the TV screen and scrutinized me from head to toe. I felt naked and shy.
‘Hi, ‘a friend’, how are you?’
‘I’m fine sir’, I muttered, wondering where all this was leading to. I had no idea her parents were even home because I didn’t see any cars parked in the front of the house.
‘Please sit down and be relaxed, I’ll fetch you a drink’, she said, scampering off in the direction of a room I figured to be the kitchen because of the nice aromas wafting across from it.
‘Okay, thanks’ sat down on the edge of the seat.
For the second time in the day, I cursed albeit silently. What was I doing here, really? I started to study the furnishing. The interior of the house depicted a simple but exotic taste, and it was obvious money had been spent on the finishings. I looked at my watch and fixed my gaze on the screen.
‘So what’s your name’ her dad asked me, eyes still on the screen in partial concentration.
‘Duke, sir’ said I.
‘Duke? What tribe are you?’
‘I’m Yoruba, sir’
‘Oh, and duke is a Yoruba name? Ogbeni give me your Yoruba name’ he chuckled heartily.
I wasn’t surprised by the jocular attitude of the professor. It was his one quality that endeared him to many students, but everyone knew he made Tolu out of bounds to all male admirers.
‘Fikayo, sir’ I said.
‘Much better. So Fikay, you’re Tolu’s friend?’ he asked, eyes fully resting on me and the TV temporarily forgotten.
‘Errr, yes….yes sir’ I stuttered
‘Ok. Just be good to her and let your intentions be pure. I trust her judgment’ he said.
I almost told him I had not come to ask for her hand in marriage, but I said “yes sir, thank you sir’ instead.
He came over and shook my hands ‘nice meeting you, but I have to go to church. Enjoy your visit’.

In all of the five minutes I’d been here, I hadn’t let my guards down but as soon as he walked away, I quickly relaxed. This was going to be the day.
Fortunately for me, I decided there and then that I would ask her out.

She brought me some light refreshment and I watched her talk and laugh all the while waiting for an opportunity to spring itself for me to bare my mind. It wasn’t until she asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no, that I asked if she had a boyfriend and she said no too, that I asked if she would be mine and she said yes.
Not that easy.
She told me I was going to be her first ever boyfriend, and only, and the relationship would be a chaste one.
I agreed.
She told me that I’d have to wait until she was ready to go all the way.
I nodded in agreement.
She wanted me to be totally faithful to her, and to swear that I’d never cheat on her.
I swore and told her to please put me out of my misery.
I remember all these vividly because that day altered my life forever.

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November 2008, Compound C, Lagos hostel

I hadn't felt this way about anyone before. It isn't like I don't have my fair share of admirers and toasters. On the contrary, they flock around me like ants to sugar. I heard my phone ring out Tosin Martins' Olomi and snuck my hand under the pillow to answer the call without checking the screen. Duke was the one I had assigned that ring tone to.

'Hello lovey' he cooed at the other end. My stomach rumbled and did the dance of a thousand butterflies.

'Hi', I replied, avoiding the stares of the girls in the room. Yewande yawned a low but audible 'love wantintin' on her bed, and I gave her a look capable of causing 3rd degree burns.

'I'm outside the hostel, within the butchery area. May I see her majesty?'

'Like you need to ask', I chuckled. 'See you in five' I hung up.

I looked at Yewande imploringly 'Can you please walk me?'

'Egba mi. Am I the one he came to see? Please go and see him jor' she said, not moving a muscle.

The other room mates joined in asking her to go with me and she finally stood up, taking off her hairnet and brushing her weave on carefully.
'Na wa o. Escort own even pass the main chic. Hian' Freda said, making everyone burst into laughter.

Yewande eyed her and hissed loudly. Only that morning, they had quarelled over who should spread clothes on the line first, and it was obvious the issue wasn't settled yet.

'Lets go jare, iya were' she walked out, dragging her feet noisily.
I smiled apologetically at Freda and quickly walked after Yewande.
We got outside and saw Duke lounging on a bench just outside the butchery with a friend. Yewande immediately changed her walking step just as one man in a blue kaftan asked us to help him call one Sophia from compound B room 12. I walked on like I didn't hear and so did Yewande. Duke's friend, Yomi, was the reason her walking suddenly changed. He was handsome and rich and didn't womanize so everyone considered him a prize but he wasn't seeing anyone currently said the gossip mill. Better, I thought to myself. I didn't want anyone wrongly influencing my boyfriend.

'Iyawo mi' Duke stood up and pulled me into a warm embrace. I felt giddy with excitement, but i quickly borrowed myself brain and withdrew. No point getting all mushy when I know I'm saving my cherry.
'Easy dear, how did your day go?' I said shyly. All these PDA wasnt my thing but I didnt want him to see me as a jew.
Yomi cleared his throat and motioned to Yewande to sit down next to him. She did, and they started a conversation. Her lagos razzness flew away with the cool evening breeze and she suddenly started talking in a Chimamandesque accent.

We talked about everything under the sun, Duke and I. It was always that way with us; long endless chats about our dreams, ambition and future. We were very much in love, no doubt, and we knew we were meant for each other. Even my parents let me decide on this one.
It took a while before I noticed that Yewande and Yomi were no longer sitting on the bench. At this time, I was sitting so close to Duke I could breath in the sweet scent of him. Our fingers were interlocked and he ran his fingers through my hair.

'Oh no', I said, sitting up sharply 'where did all the time go to?'

Duke moaned'time only flies when I'm with you. I wish it was that way in Mr. Anunobi's class'.
We laughed so hard passersby stared at us.

Mr. Anunobi was a visiting lecturer who compressed weeks worth of lecture time into hours on weekends and was so boring everyone tried not to fail his course so as not to have to endure him again the next year.

I looked at the setting sun in the horizon and asked my self if, like the sun, our love would always be.
Only time would tell.

Waves of Emotions 4 continued

The cool evening breeze wafted, carrying the smell of peppered steak popularly called Suya.
I held on to Tolu's hands. She meant more to me than anyone in the world, including my mother's. There. I said it.

'.....but when the man came out of the bathroom without his towel, the girls were gathered and they began to point at him, laughing loudly'. That was Yewande, regaling us with tales of her housemaster in secondary school.

'I wonder why some people are mean to other people's children' Tolu said, rubbing my shoulder.
The gist continued and we moved on to another topic. It was getting very late, and there weren't many taxi cabs in the car park anymore.
I offered to walk Tolu and she agreed. It was a long walk all the way down to the staff quarters but it would afford us the opportunity to spend time together.
Over the horizon, a sliver of the moon was coming up, as if peeking out at the earth's inhabitants.
I loved Tolu, no doubt. And nothing, not on God's green earth, or his vast blue sky, would change that.

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Hello everyone, if you have followed the story so far, we are about to move into a new phase today.
Here's a brief summary of Part 1-4 of Waves of Emotions.
Tolu Bello, a reserved and conservative beautiful daughter of 2 professors falls in love with Duke, a student in the same school with her. While Duke isn't your typical Randy naija guy, he isn't exactly a novice in the game of using and dumping girls. He wants Tolu for keeps, however, for fear of marrying someone with a horrid past....all these happened in 2008 in Ilorin, a town in North West Nigeria.

From part 5, which is set in 2012, we'll find out what happened overtime.
Has Duke's desire for variety waned?
How does Tolu cope as his wife?
What lessons will we learn?

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Love you all. Part 5 coming up in a bit.

Waves of Emotions (6)

Duke.

The traffic on Ajose Adeogun was terrible. I'd been on one spot for more 45 minutes now, and there was no respite in sight. Some miles away, a policeman chewed kolanut like goats chew cud. His problem, not mine. I just wanted the traffic to ease up already.

I turned up the volume of the radio, drumming my fingers on the steering to Nyanya's Kukere and wondering if I'd make it to the venue of the meeting early enough.

I had graduated in 2009, and was posted to Lagos for my service year. I was lucky to be retained by the bank I served with, and this morning I was driving out to meet with a client. Everything was fine but for the traffic. Everything, but the traffic and the woman I married. We'd been married for 3 months, but it felt like I'd been drinking undiluted lime juice ever since. I could try to pretend to everyone that my marriage was blissful, but deep down, it wasn't. I don't want to think about it, or even talk about it.
My phone rang, jarring me out of my wandering thoughts. I picked it up as Asa got to the first 'Bibanke...' without checking the caller ID. It could only be my wife.

'Hello dear', she cooed, bringing back memories of our dating days. I frown at the man in a tricycle trying to get in front of me and give him the middle finger before I could help myself.

'Hi you dear', I replied.

'How's your day coming? I called you earlier but you didn't pick. I wanted to find out if you had gotten to work', she said.

I cringed inwardly. She'd called me twice before I got to work. The third time was when I was parking the car in my allotted space. What kind of close marking was this?

' OK babe, sorry, there's a LASTMA official in front of me, gotta go', I lied, not wanting to sound as tired as I was of her incessant calls.

'You mean you didn't use your hands free? But you know the rate at which accidents occur as a result of......'she started to chide. I was irritated.

'Sorry gumdrops, gotta go now', I hung up, hissing loudly. If only she was as warm where it mattered most, I'd be pleased.

An angel flew down and miraculously cleared the traffic, and from there it was a perfect day until I went home to meet her.
Her.
Tolu.

**************
Tolu

I splashed water on my face and spat into the sink. I had to lean on it to catch my breath. The wave of nausea passed, and I trudged back to the living room to lie down. Duke would be back in about an hour, and dinner was cooking on the gas.
Marriage.
A lifetime commitment.
So this was what it was all about.
Nothing anyone had said had prepared me for this. Not my mom, not my friends, not Yewande, who was my chief bridesmaid and had slipped me a jar of Vaseline for easy entry when we were to do the do.
Sex is overrated.
The night of the wedding, I'd showered and worn a chaste nightie, prepared to give my husband the best gift ever, my hymen. I'd read books, heard tips, but this was it. It dawned on me that I may be scared, but I brushed it aside. I decided to lie there and enjoy it, but it was so painful. Vaseline be damned! And all that blood! Ewwwwwwww.
I still shudder in revulsion.
God blessed us, and I conceived that night. I don't like sex, but I'm too prudish to talk to anyone about it.
Duke drove in and I went to get the door.

Waves of Emotions
Part 6
A new character is introduced today. Enjoy Unita.

Duke

I drove hastily into the food court in Victoria Island and found somewhere to park. I had to eat something to pacify the worms in my belly. I don’t know if I’m the only one who has noticed that when a Nigerian eatery takes your order and tells you 15 minutes, it takes 51 minutes for them to deliver. I sat at a table and brought out my phone to while away time. I was still browsing through Linda’s blog to see the latest updates when something nudged me to look up.
A young woman walked in, holding the phone to her ear and laughing loudly. I rolled my eyes and checked my watch. I had waited for 20 minutes for a meal of lamb chops in sweet pepper sauce and a side of pasta. I resolved to look for a proper alternative to feeding. I was still looking at my phone’s screen when a strong whiff of a feminine perfume hit my nostrils. It was rich and inviting.
I raised my head up and caught her smiling down at me and pointing to the table and chair, as if to ask if she could sit. I nodded in affirmation, and went back to scrolling through my phone. Why this table of all the ones in here? The eatery wasn’t so crowded, and she’d passed by a few empty tables before getting here.
She ended the called and muttered a breathy ‘Hello’.
‘Hello’, I replied.
‘I’m fine. Warm day today, don’t you think?’. Her smiled reached all the way to her eyes, and she had a dimpled chin.
‘Quite warm. I hope the rain takes away some of this heat.’ I said conversationally. She was pretty and nice, and we started chatting about politics. For a woman, she was very knowledgeable.
‘Why shouldn’t the subsidy be removed, hen, sometimes things have to get worse before they get better o’ she argued.
‘Well, that’s true. But he should have given us a few days notice now’, I countered.
‘even if he had done it after some notice, these Naija people will complain’, she said, waving over a waiter to take bill. We’d ordered and eaten to our fill, and I’d even forgotten that I wasn’t supposed to exceed my one hour lunch break.
‘so I missed your name ‘I said
‘That’s because i never told you, I’m Unita Amu.’
‘Nice to meet you’
We shook hands, and exchanged a smile. I felt like I had found a long lost friend.
‘May I have your number please?’ I asked
‘Sure, why not?’ she recited it in a sing song voice as she stood up to straighten her dress. She had a very lovely figure, I noted.
‘Where do you work so I can drop you off?’ I asked her.
’Posh Holdings’ she said
‘Oh, that’s just two buildings away from my office; how come I never met you before today?’ I smiled broadly, knowing I had just gotten married a few months back and here I was flirting with another woman. I looked down at her fourth finger; no band, great. She would do as a friend.
‘That’s because a lot of you Lagos men walk around with your eyes closed’ she said, laughing in that deep throated way that had caught my attention.
‘Oh well, I guess we do’ I finished, grabbing my keys off the table and walking her out the door.
Was this the start of something new?

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Unita.

I like to jog. I've always liked to. Maybe this started when I was pushed as a child to do extra exercises to get rid of my baby fat. Yes, I was a fat child growing up and countless uncles and aunts had fun pulling my cheeks and calling me fatibombom. Not nice.
So this morning, I was jogging along the Lekki link toll bridge and breathing in the salty air. I recognized a few faces from past jogging episodes and nodded in acknowledgement to their greetings. I noticed a few boats at the Queens drive end of the bridge, their sails flapping against the wind.
I jogged on.
My secret of not getting tired was pushing harder whenever I felt like giving up. I'd bring up mental pictures of bullies taunting me, chipping away bit by bit my self esteem. That was enough to send me more energy.
On the return lap, my phone rang. I pulled it out of the pocket of my cropped jersey top to check the caller ID. It was Duke, the guy I met at food court from the day before.
The guy was fine sha, but I didn't want to seem desperate. I slowed down to a trot and let it ring out. I didn't pick until my phone rang for the fourth time. My breathing was relaxed and under control and I wasnt panting anymore.
'Hello', I cooed, thinking of getting some groceries on my way home. I had no plans to come out for the rest of the day. All I wanted was to snuggle under a blanket and sleep.
'Hey, how do you do', he asked. I liked the richnes of his voice. Already.
'I'm fine. You?', I replied.
'Well, I would be fine if I wasnt at work today'.
'Oh, you work on Saturdays?'
'Yes. Every banker has to, at some point. Errrrm, I actually don't want to bother you, but could we hang out today? Like some time around noon?'
'Well, I think working on Saturdays is some kind of modern day slavery. Only if the pay justifies it'. I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach down. He was asking me out on a date. He asked again, chuckling about my comment on the pay.

Wel, this was some fast mover. A date wouldnt be bad but I had to play hard to get. By now, I had gotten to the supermarket, and my pink sneakers made slaping sound against the tiles of the aisles. I held the phone to my ear with one hand and held up jars and cartons with the other, checking expiry dates and ingredients.

'Well, I have a full schedule for today', I lied. My purple joggers didn't catch fire.
'Uh ooh', he groaned, 'I really want to see you though'.
'I'll make a rain check next weekend. I'm sorry we can't hang out today' I said, strolling to the checkout with a carton of milk and a dozen eggs. The bread I could have delivered by the bakery in no time.
'It's okay. I actually don't expect a pretty lady like you to be single and available' said he.
'Ya, urm, I gotta go now, bye', I replied, bringing the conversation to an end.
'OK dear, have a beautiful day. Bye,'. I hung up.
Pretty? Check✔
Single? Check check✔✔
Unavailable? I was so available, and that was my greatest source of misery.
I have to state a few facts here.
At 5'11, with a dark chocolate skin and an angular face, I was the kind of woman you'd look at more than once. Add to that a beautiful body gotten from years of exercise and proper diet, I rarely got ignored by the malefolk.
Truth is, at 28, I'm single. Everyone that is related to me has tried to hook me up with someone who knows someone, but it never works out. Thrice, I'd almost gotten married. Once, I'd even gone as far as being engaged, until the dumbass left me for a woman his mother's age.
I had my fair share of toasters. Men wooed me night and day, because I was the picture perfect Lagos babe- a good job, an apartment in Lekki, a car, and vacations twice a year.
What then was my problem?
I turned the key and used my elbow to nudge the door open. I flicked on the light and dropped the groceries on the island in the kitchen.
I never felt anything for them. No matter how much I tried, it never worked. The one I liked were taken. The ones that liked me were not my type.
This Duke guy was the only one I'd felt even a remote connection with in the last 17 months.
Maybe this would work, I thought, as I made my routine banana smoothie.
Maybe.

Nice one up there softandmoist.
Please mention me anytime you update.
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oluwadanie1:
Nice one up there softandmoist.

Please mention me anytime you update.

Khassy
boigrammz
happykidarotiba
olsoo
agent9
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make una come read better story o...

Watin be dis?? ?

oluwadanie1:
Nice one up there softandmoist.

Please mention me anytime you update.

Khassy
boigrammz
happykidarotiba
olsoo
agent9
keyana

make una come read better story o...

Watin be dis

oluwadanie1:
Nice one up there softandmoist.

Please mention me anytime you update.

Khassy
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olsoo
agent9
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make una come read better story o...

Thanks so much. I'll be sure to.

agent9:




Watin be dis

Story

oluwadanie1:
Nice one up there softandmoist.

Please mention me anytime you update.

Khassy
boigrammz
happykidarotiba
olsoo
agent9
keyana

make una come read better story o...

couldn't even read one paragraph

reason I never visit this section.

long stories much enuf too full my higher education notebook

I never finish my ICS 202 note finish na to go join this one for my head


walks out to romance section

oluwadanie1:
Nice one up there softandmoist.

Please mention me anytime you update.

Khassy
boigrammz
happykidarotiba
olsoo
agent9
keyana

make una come read better story o...

you know why I dey get problem with you?? if you dey tag people abeg tag intelligent ones not dullinus like khassy

Softandmoist I see ya

khassy:


couldn't even read one paragraph

reason I never visit this section.

long stories much enuf too full my higher education notebook

I never finish my ICS 202 note finish na to go join this one for my head


walks out to romance section

BoiGrammz:
you know why I dey get problem with you?? if you dey tag people abeg tag intelligent ones not dullinus like khassy

Softandmoist I see ya

Wicked

oluwadanie1:
Nice one up there softandmoist.
Please mention me anytime you update.
Khassy boigrammz happykidarotiba olsoo agent9 keyana
make una come read better story o...

Lol, wahs up wf the story!?

Nice one softandmoist. Unita should go look for her own man elsewhere or didn't she know Duke is married?