A story written by Chekwube Emmanuel… (0703440 1770, [email protected])
The banging at my door woke me from my sleep. I realized the mess I have made on my bed. Jeez!!, so it was all a dream with Cindy tormenting me this bad. I rolled of the bed spread, got into my boxer and went to answer the door.
7.00am, summary, I slept after talking with Precious and had a dream with Cindy. No wonder they said most of our dreams are made up by our day actions and thoughts. That Sunday just like other Sundays, I didn’t feel like going to church. I can’t remember the last time I went to church. I think the last time was in the first semester of my first year. Truth is that I am a staunch catholic. In fact, it flows in my blood. My parents are knights in the Catholic Church. I started serving at the alter when I was 10years old. I lost the appetite for church activities after my first year and since then I have been worshipping God in my own way.
I did my morning drills of 150 pushups (30×5) and 150 sit ups (50×3), had my bath and breakfast of noodles. After I devoured the noodles, I switched on my television and sound system. Thank God for PHCN, movie watching mode was highly activated. I resumed with the ’24hours’ season seven that I was seeing before.
Half way into the movie, I remembered the note containing the number. I picked it from my reading table and dialled the number. After two consecutive rings without being answered, I dropped the phone and resumed with the movie.
About 20minutes into the movie again, the number started calling back. I ignored it twice before picking on the third ring.
“Hello?” came a sweet calm feminine voice. Immediately I heard the voice, my head ran a voice recognition search. Match was not found.
“Hello, good morning” I greeted.
“Good morning, sorry I missed your call” she apologized.
“No problem, so who am I on with?” I asked.
“Sorry, but don’t you think I should be asking you that that” she said sounding calm and respectful.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Someone gave me a piece of paper containing this number yesterday” I said with a matter of fact.
“Oh! My bad. Thought you would never call” she said.
“Yea I didn’t want to, but I guess my curiosity got the best of me”
“Well, thank God you called”
“So who am I speaking with?” I asked again.
“I’m Shania” she answered and was about to say something before I cut her off with another question.
“So Shania have we met or is something wrong?”
“About meeting, directly no, indirectly yes. But nothing is wrong” she answered.
“I don’t understand”
“Indirectly we met at Chitis on Saturday. Maybe you didn’t see me, but I saw you and you left an impression with me” she explained.
“Ok Shania, don’t know what to say, but I believe you saw me with someone yesterday and that someone is my girlfriend” I said.
I said that not because I wouldn’t want to meet with someone with such a beautiful voice. Who wouldn’t want to meet a girl that dropped her contact with you? In this part of the world such acts are rare. But in as much as I would want to meet her, a part of my mind was telling me that it might be a set up by Cindy.
“Hmmmm!” She heaved a sigh before she continued. “I will pretend I didn’t hear the girlfriend part. So if you don’t mind can we meet? She asked.
“When?” I asked back.
“Today or maybe anytime of your choosing” she replied.
“Ok let’s make it today but the venue will be my choice” I said.
“Ok, your way then. Let know whatever you decide” she said laughing.
“Sure” I replied before the call ended.
I was not into any sort of frat or organization in school. Even my town people meeting I no dey go. I hardly stay for any class gathering. But despite that, am always security conscious.
‘Let’s meet at 11:45 by 4pm’, I typed and sent to her. 11:45 is a popular café in school
After that, I called Cindy but got no response after two rings. She must be in church. I sent her a Sunday message and resumed with my movie.
I got so engrossed in the movie because the next time I checked, it was 2pm already. Whoever directed that 24 should be given an award together with Jack. I prepared to meet Shania. If voices determines beauty, then I think am going to meet an Angel.
I checked myself out on my mirror and nodded in satisfaction. I don’t dress heavily but looking simple and classic is one of my principles. I sprayed my ‘Royal Blue’ cologne and left.
Time check 3:40, I was already on a suya joint opposite 11:45 chatting with the mallam that owns the joint who is my friend. I switched my phone to silent mode and waited.
Some 20minutes later, a girl alighted from a cab in front of 11:45. “Wooow!” I exclaimed. This girl is an over definition of beauty. Even the mallam stopped talking for a while and stared at the girl. Cindy is very beautiful and endowed but this girl is more beautiful and more endowed.
She pulled out her phone and dialled a number. Immediately my phone started vibrating. I ignored the phone for the first ring. She dialled back again and I busied the call. She turned around and started looking at different directions. Just as I was about to go and meet her, one tall, huge dude alighted from his parked Toyota Avensus and approached the girl. My heart skipped that minute. Some guys no dey carry eyes see fine girls whether na person wife or not. I relaxed back to watch what was going to happen.
For like three minutes, the guy was talking but the girl just behaved like he wasn’t even there, like he doesn’t exist. “This babe wicked gan” I said to myself and decided to throw the girl a life line and walked up to them.
To Be Continued…