Avoid Lagos Men ( Part 1)

Life can be so fucked up at times, you know you are making a bad decision and it would probably end in tears, but you go and ahead with the plan, and it does end in tears but you still don’t regret that decision, that is where my head is, at this moment.

I started working due to the ASUU strike and since the strike started, my life has been somewhat boring. Just before the strike, I had outings with my friends once in a while but then, of recent, there has been no form of excitement in my life. I literally wake up and do the same things everyday. Work has the same pattern, wake up, dress up, go to work, kill the little mental strength I am preserving, then repeat the same cycle the next day.As usual, work is always a blur with constant headaches for me. I don’t even go around carrying a bag full of optimism because they is literally nothing to be optimistic about. But today was different, I cracked a smile at work.

Afternoon came by quickly, I went to buy my usual Ofada rice. It was then I saw him from afar. See ehn, nobody can convince me God doesn’t have favourites because this man was definitely God’s favourite. Damn! God took his time to structure this man’s face and it is only his face I have seen. No wonder today has been going well, the heavens probably knew I was going to sight one of their own. As I continued with my admiration, his eyes met mine. God have mercy! I don’t like to hype men because men are wicked but I would grudgingly give this man his flowers. At that moment, I hated that I looked tired, what would he think of me? But then, he smiled at me, that should count for a win.

Hanty! “Ah ahn, I don dey call you since, you no answer, abi you no want your food again?”. The Ofada woman asked.
Emabinu, I said. This man made me forget my environment. It should have been my first red flag but you know no one leaves after one red flag.

To be honest, I was content with just admiring him from afar, but obviously, the heavens had time on their hands to entertain themselves because just as I was about to go back to work, his car came towards me. His driver got down to meet me with a note saying “ Please can I have your number, I am rushing for a meeting but I promise to give you a call”.

The audacity! Should have been red flag number 2 but this man is too fine to just go like that so I would overlook this red flag.
True to his words, he called me in the evening by 6. Truthful men>>>

Hey, Good evening.

His voice! His freaking voice. How can someone’s voice sound that good? His voice should be declared illegal because that kind of voice can cause confusion.

Hey, I couldn’t resist myself, I had to ask for your number. You are a beautiful lady.
Thank you. Would I really be a Nigerian woman if I didn’t act to be uninterested at first?🌚

I would really like to get to know you. You work at Ikeja?

Yes…..not really. I am doing my internship.
That’s nice! When do you close?

4.

Okay, I would be there tomorrow. I have to go now. Goodnight. I promise to be there tomorrow.

Men!! Chai! How can you just leave me with that voice till tomorrow? Wickedness lies in the heart of men. Should have been the third red flag.

The next day came by so fast, I wore one of my favourite gowns because I mean business with this man, it is either we pick our marriage date or we start to select the color for our also ebi. Something must sha work.

I could care less about work. Something far important was on my head. True to his words again, he was around by 4. The way I bolted out of my office ehn, Usain Bolt couldn’t have lightened that fast. This man looked too good to be true, which should have been a red flag too but who doesn’t like good things abeg?😭

Can I drive you home? he asked.
I am always weary of entering people’s car because Lagos is not safe to say the least, but I would rather enjoy a good ride home with a hot man than have to endure the stuffy atmosphere inside Danfo, so I said yes( don’t judge me)🌚.

By the way, you never told me your name. I asked.

You never asked, he said with the corners of his mouth curling up in a smile. My name is Folarin and your name is beautiful too.

My stupid face broke into a blush. Even me, I am embarrassed on my face’s behalf.

His scent. I know this scent would forever be registered in my memory. The face, I might forget but not that scent.

He played “Naked Wire by Simi” as we were going which made me believe he did his assignment on me. He got my jam which would soon be our jam if everything goes according to plan.

See ehn, tension is really a bitch, the way it clouds the atmosphere, you can feel it but then, no one wants to address it. It is worse when it is sexual tension. It feels like the atmosphere is charged, any little slip up, hands and legs would definitely fly.

How was work? He asked. So much for trying to ease the tension.

Work was just there …..like everyday is literally the same.

I can relate to that, my days are always monochromatic.

The ride ended quickly, unfortunately. In Nigeria, when you are enjoying something, it finishes or ends quickly. Story of my life.
When would I see you next? We should go out, to any place of your choice, of course.

I can’t say for now. I would check my schedule and get back to you. I’m sure he knows I have no schedule.

He laughed. He knew I was capping 😭.

Next week then?

Tuesday, yeah?

Yes, Tuesday.

Let’s see what good tidings Tuesday would bring.

To be continued……..

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