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I know a couple of guys that would have sat on the bed as they entered the room, but I must give Jafar the award of the gentleman ‘Confra’ of the year because he took the chair of the dresser and sat down.
My phone rang, I wondered who would be calling this late until I saw the name..
Me : hey
Timi: I have been trying to call you, bad network perhaps..
Timi: though you would be asleep now..
Timi: this one that you are answering me one by one…are you with someone?
I looked at Jafar, his eyes were on me..somehow, I felt he understood my conversation…
Me: none of your business..
Timi: Tana don’t do this to me, let’s not do what we will regret..
Me: stop getting paranoid..by the way, how is Annie?
Timi: I don’t know..
Me: I have to go now, sleep well..
Timi: what…one last thing..
Timi: I never stopped loving you.
Jafar was waiting with a glass of the red grape wine when I hung up, he passed it to me..
Jafar: I am sorry if I had caused any problem
Me: no jor..its alright…
Jafar: did you enjoy yourself?
Me: yes I did..
Jafar: so Abuja isn’t a bad idea right?
Me: not at all..
Jafar: can I ask you a question?
Though I was fully clothed, I felt Unclad..
Jafar: do you think I like you?
I smiled but internally I was confused, so I did what any normal girl would do..
Me: what kind of question is that?
Jafar: nevermind…is Wednesday morning okay for departure?
Jafar: I never told you that I was from Kano..
Me: yes I am sorry I lied, but your friend abi chic was doing ITK..
Jafar: so can I tell you about me now?
Me: yes, I would like that..
Jafar: can I smoke?
Me: sure….u have just 12minutes more..
He brought out a pre-wrapped weed…the bright glow and smell captured the room..
Jafar: I am from Kano…
Me: continue jor…
Jafar: My father is Alhaji Dangaladima, I am the only child of my mum…
Then he told me everything about his childhood, his schools, his family members….it was nice..
Me: what does your dad do?
Jafar: he is a government contractor..based in Kano..
Me: and your mum?
Jafar: she died shortly after giving birth to me..
Me: I am so sorry…
Jafar: why should you be sorry..i never even knew her…
I wanted to feel what he was feeling, but his expression was so unreadable…
Me: lemme smoke with you?
Jafar: commot there!..
Me: serious jor…
He passed me the weed.. as I puffed and passed it back to him.., I didn’t cough like they warned me I would when I smoked…it was harsh on my mouth so I pushed it down with a glass of wine…then it became beautiful..
Me: I want more…
He gave me and I dragged in deeper this time…
Jafar: I know you judge me as a cultist and all…
but I am just like every other guy you know…
With the things you are doing to my senses, no you aint!..i said to myself…
Me: I don’t judge you…
We passed the weed among ourselves as the grape wine’s richness melted in my mouth… everything became funny as I told him about myself too.. I even told him about Timi and I and how we broke up.
He had over-stayed his 15 minutes and seemed to realize, for he stood up and though my legs were wobbly, i escorted him to the door…
Jafar: can I ask you a question Tana?
Jafar: Do you think I like you?
Me: yes Jafar, I think you like me.
I was wet.
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