After unpacking my things I sat on the large bed
and took in a deep breath. I was going to take my
time and act meticulously, even in my dressing. At
this thought I sprang from the bed and went to
work. I selected the preferred outfit for this stroll.
A pink bum short and a white loose t-shirt that
dangled just a little above my waist, and a pink
lipstick to compliment it..
Thank goodness for the mirror at the far end of
the room, by the dressing table, it boosted my
confidence. I turned my back to the mirror and
pushed my buttocks up, I slapped it gently in
appreciation...
action.
I hesitated at the door with a hand on the knob
before turning it gently. I eased myself into the
sitting and found him watching Zee World. He had
heard me enter the sitting room so he muttered
something and impatiently and grumpily picked
up the remote controller and switched off the TV-
I still can't fathom where men's detestation for
Zee World is rooted.
"You surprised me," he started saying without
looking at me, "you didn't take too much time
unlike all the other women I've..."
At this point he had turned to look at me
standing with my t-shirt knotted just above my
belly button and the sleeves rolled up a bit. He
was gaping in the middle of his sentence, just
what I'd hoped for. I giggled and shifted from side
to side swaying my firm buttocks as his eyes
ravaged me almost palpably.
"You're staring..." I hated to pull him out of his
trance, but that was cool anyway.
"Oh...Sorry, you're...gorgeo
the perfect word."
"Hey, please stop..." I smiled from cheek to
cheek. "Shall we?" I indicated in the direction of
the exit door.
"Yeah, you first." He angled his head in a
gentlemanly goad.
I loved it like this, because I had another chance
to show the trunk of my G-wagon. I could feel his
eyes drawing patterns on my back as I left the
house with him trailing behind obediently..
The stroll was full of random discussions from a
little bit of politics drawn from the state of the
nation's economy to trending celebrity gists. We
finally got to the supermarket and we walked
through the glass doors into the well illuminated
state of the art supermarket. The way they
greeted him made it obvious he wasn't new to
them but what struck me the more was how they
looked at me. The sales girls smiled back at me
and threw compliments my way. I was wondering
when I became such a radiant beauty to be
complimented in such manner, or was it because
of Collins? Maybe they thought I was his
girlfriend... Oh that's it. A little glance Collins's
way caught him grinning at the girls'
compliments. Oh dear, it was working. He seemed
to like my rapport with the girls as I picked the
things for dinner- a pepper soup rice with goat
meat would create a romantic atmosphere, I'd
thought. I threw in a few jokes and everyone
guffawed, Collins the biggest culprit.
The walk back home was a bit briskier as we
were feeling famished already. While he carried
the larger grocery bag, I had the smaller one. I
occasionally and deliberately bumped into his arm
so they made contact with my oranges, I would
act like I didn't know what I was doing, just
innocent and free. His jokes cracked me up
though.
As soon as we arrived the house, I took the bags
from him and headed straight to the kitchen.
Wow! Every woman's dream kitchen. Thank God
for a little bit of exposure and the internet,
moreso, our so must detested Zee World and
Telemundo, they made the kitchen look familiar. I
quickly went to the sink to wash the goat meat.
Collins opted to help me which I deceitfully,
reluctantly accepted. I just wanted to keep his
entire attention on me, focus... Perhaps his
intention was to help ready the meal faster but
who cares, I wanted him close enough for my
script to be complete. So I told him the things he
could help me do, careful enough not to make him
lose interest. We continued to gist and I realised
he lit up and was excited when we talked about
business. Hmmm, he'd always been like that...
How could I have e forgotten. Business all the
way. I discussed business like I was Okonjo
Iweala's P.A, what did I know? I learnt a lot from
him nevertheless.
He was explaining the principles of forex trade
when my phone rang. It was Vera. I tried to
ignore but he urged me to pick up.
"It's Vera. I can't take the call now, at least not
now." I paled in a cautious feign of guilt. I noticed
Collins grimaced and went to fetch something
from the fridge.
He returned with a bottle of juice and drank from
the bottle....
"What's the matter?" I broke the uneasy silence.
He hesitated and kept drinking from his bottle.
"Sorry if I somehow came in between..."
"Hey, it's okay. It wasn't your making."
I kept silent and watched the boiling pot as if my
eyes was the heat that kept it boiling....
As if my silence urged him on, he seemed to have
a burden to continue. He laid the bottle down on
the kitchen and leaned on his side. "It's quite
disappointing when someone you thought you
loved turned out to be something totally different.
I'm still surprised you are friends with her. I still
can't believe what happened that night."
My eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.
"What..?"
To be continued....
