From a young IT student. WHY ME It was a breezy evening of a day in the last month of the year, I just arrived home from my place of work; with this sluggard gesture of a man being defeated in a battle. I was damn tired. I heaved a sigh as I wiped off the beads of perspiration that stood on my forehead. Just like a baby jumping into the awaiting hands of his mum, I pounce on the bed and sprawl on it comfortably. After such hectic day I need something to cool off my mind. I stood up, went to slot in a selection audio CD into the DVD player. I jumped on the bed and my mind start seaching for something that hasnt got lost. Oh Goodness, now my thought went straight to Saki. * * *, Saki lives down my neighbourhood, a daughter to an influential food seller in the my area. She looked like someone in her late teens or probably, early twenties. I was struck by such a beautiful girl the very first day I went to eat at her moms restaurant. Our glances met each other and she gave a smile. Such smile gave me a new lease of life. It was this overwhelming joy a marketer has when he envisage the profits he would make on a particular sales. This is it, I said This is one of the adventurous escapades we would always reckon the city of Ibadan with. After the sumptuous meal, I had a talk with her mainly about the ancient city of Ibadan doing this away from her moms eyeshot. I became an ardent eater at her moms restaurant that her mom knows me and would always call me Oga alakowe funrarae( the literate man himself). Saki promised she would visit me someday, but it will be a surprise one. * * * The music in the room was solemn aiding the cool harmattan breeze that filtered through the window. It was now on track 4, Mr Oreo by iyanya. The tempo of the music was resonating with the amplified beats of my heart that seemed to be audible. With the serenity of the environ, my hormones were up ajar. I was lighted like a stick of dynamite. No sooner had I clutch to my pillow than I heard a knock at the door. I flew up, adjusted my trouser and went straight to the door. I opened the door and to my utmost astonishment, it was Saki. Han han Saki, booni( wow, saki whats up) Mo wapa o. ( Im fine). What a surprise visit I said, you know I told you so she responded. Come come have your sit. She strode suavely to sit on a stool beside my bed. Her back view I saw while closing the door was what sends a spasm to my spine. you this girl, you sure look like your mom I said in my mind. These are your pictures I guess she said, as she tries to open an envelop beside her. yes it is I responded. This is where I work, Tafotech aluminium, These are the staffs. Saki, you see this big-bellied man at the centre, that is my boss. He can eat. Hahahaha, she laughed hysterically Youre very naughty Seun, how can you say that about your boss. As we kept gisting all the way; for a reason, the next track was also the preciously played track Mr Oreo. An error seemingly from the duplication of the CD. The tender stroke of the soft music meted on us. The atmosphere changed. I could hear her heartbeat. She looked into my eyes and I looked into her eyes. Saki, I said. To be continued. Olufestus
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 22:59:45 +0000
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