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I went to Abayomi and Toun’s room after Toun called me to come. They were eating potato and fish when I got it with a bottle of Eva wine.
Toun was really spending her father’s guilt money. From the look of their faces, it was clear that Toun had appeased Abayomi, one way or the other. He looked happier and more relaxed.
Their room was extremely cold, so I went under a duvet and listened to them argue about the names they would give their children.
I remember when Timi and I did that too. We had decided that their first name would be Yoruba while their second name would be Igbo.
Although, I insisted that the first girl will have an Igbo first name, Timi’s heavenly felattio had made me agree to all his demands. Those were cool times. I dialed Naetochukwu’s number.
Me: hi, its Tana
Naeto: oh Tana, sorry I didnt know it was you, I just bought this very cool phone and I haven’t saved numbers on it yet.
Me: you are a big boy na..how are you and your people?
Naeto: very fine, how are you, are you around?
Me: not really, but will be back soon, just wanted to check on you. It’s been a long time
Naeto: na you no get my time now, can we have a date this week Friday?
Me: I would love that..
After a few more inconsequential talks, I hung up.
Abayomi didn’t seem impressed, but Toun was happy, she always thought I should have dated Naeto instead of Acho.
There was a knock on the door, and when it was opened, Uche’s tall frame was visible, he didn’t bother entering..
Uche: we would be hanging out at Cue-Lounge, not too far from here by 6pm..
Abayomi: cool bro, I actually need to unwind..
Uche: Sparrow will bring you guys
Toun: where is Jafar?i have not seen him since I came
Uche: he went to Zone 7, he will meet us at the Lounge by 6pm.
He left immediately he passed his message.
Coincidentally my phone beeped. It was a message from Timi.
Timi = we really need to talk. Just give me a chance to explain myself; I swear you will see reasons. You are the one for me!
I went beneath the duvet, shielding myself from the cold that was making my Tips rocky.
Around 5:30, Toun and I decided to dress up for the outing. Like a best friend should, toun had brought some of my clothes for me. I decided to go with a low necked gown that would expose some cleavage, and instead of full pants, I went with a G-string that wouldn’t leave any panty lines. The gown was tight on the hips, exposing a figure that Toun said was s*xy**. If my gown was short, Toun’s was shorter and her height made it more obvious.
Sparrow took us to the Lounge which was situated in Phase 2, Federal housing, Lugbe.
Shortly after we sat down with Uche, Aji and Sparrow also seated around us, Jafar entered with three girls that looked Fulani’ish..
After Toun stood up to Hug him, Abayomi and I shaked him, he introduced the girls..
Jafar: meet Hauwa, Mariam and Fatima…they are from Nile University..
The girls greeted us with that exotic accent that educated Hausa speaking people have. I have seen fine girls, and I ranked myself among them, but these girls were spotless.. ..beautiful and spotless..
But I cant be intimidated….can i?
Drinks were brought in buckets of ice but I was less interested, I didn’t like the way Fatima kept whispering in Jafar’s ears. It was not like I was jealous or something, but she should atleast say what she wanted to say loud and clear… oya I was jealous small.
Just when I was calming down, the one called Mariam decided to talk.
Mariam: Please you guys should spread the word to all the Kano students in your school, my dad is gunning for governorship.
It was not like I was from a poor home and all o, but these entire politician’s children sef
Toun: oh that’s nice although I have few Hausa friends…
Fatima: but Jafar is Hausa and from Kano, isn’t he your friend..
There was a deafening silence, I wondered how Toun would have explained that our host, who engineered our being in Abuja, was not our friend..
Jafar: I never told them..
Fatima looked at him and spanked him playfully like he was a naughty boy. He smiled at her too..
Me: he actually told him he was from Kano
Jafar looked at me, puzzled with the point I was trying to prove. I smiled as I looked at Fatima.
Me: we were preparing his favorite meal, Yam and egg when he told me..
Fatima: awwww, Jafar is such a homely guy. He seldom eats outside. I taught him how to prepare the yam and egg just the way he likes it. Did you know just the right amount of onions to slice?
My answer was a bit too loud. Fatima and I were not fooling anyone around the table, this was beyond Yam and egg. Thankfully Uche broke the façade
Uche: their peppersoup here is mad!.. cow-tail, intestines, chicken..
Abayomi and Toun that had been relatively quiet opted for cow-tail, Hauwa and Mariam went for Chicken, instead of Fatima to other for herself, she asked for two plates of cat- fish for her and Jafar
Me: make it three plates, I want cat-fish
I wondered why it didn’t come earlier but when it did, Toun’s laughter was sonorous. I was a little embarrassed but I kept a straight face. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, with all the Timi drama and having told myself that Jafar and I were in parallel universe, I didn’t like Fatima claiming him.
The drinks were served chilled; the Hausa girls went for Malta-guiness while Toun and I took our normal Gordon-spark. The stupidly pretty one among them called Mariam gave us this condescending look as we sipped our drinks.
Abayomi and Uche discussed about something that was very interesting to both of them.
Sparrow and Aji were trying to impress Toun with the amount of bottles they could drink.
The three Hausa girls were all over Jafar, telling him what has been happening to guys he knew who attend Nile University. I was left alone with my thoughts.
Some minutes past 8pm, Jafar went to his car and came back with a shisha jar, chocolate flavor and coal were also available. Though I hadn’t smoked shisha before, I pretended I had. As we passed the pipe between each other, I couldn’t help but notice that after Jafar smoked, he passed the pipe to Fatima, who rubbed her lips on the mouth of the pipe. I wondered how nice it would have been if I was the one passing the pipe to Jafar. I wondered if he would smack his lips. Okay I was getting silly and Toun’s disciplinary stare told me she could guess what I was thinking. I held on to my Gordon-spark…I didn’t smoke with them anymore.
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