She couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face as she saw him.
He stood at the gate; the back-and-forth movement of his head as he scanned the cooking women the only indication he was looking for something. Or someone.
She remained unmoving for some minutes, taking in his appearance. He knew how to wear clothes and even though he was casual – blue t-shirt and brown shorts with his…
If you happened to walk into Cinema Hall 2 at the Genesis Deluxe Cinema that Friday to watch the Robocop movie, you would be startled – first by the dimly lit interior; and then by the strange form in the far back-left corner making strange noises.
You would probably back off slightly as the form sighed and broke off into two smaller forms – only then would you feel some sense of relief.
Dapo was unimpressed. “Really? And how did that happen – by diffusion or osmosis?”
Yemisi’s chest rose and fell in time with her sigh. “You could have at least played along and said ‘congratulations! Who’s the father?’ “
“Em…why would I ask that, knowing well I’m your guy? Na dat kain question dey cause wahala jare.”
“You’re too serious jo! Lighten up o, and besides I’m quite the…
“He does not kiss me,” Yemisi grumbled.
“Have you talked to him about it?” Her sister Toke asked.
“Talked to me about what?”
The sisters turned to see Dapo striding into the house, looking as comfortable as the landlord.
“How do you know this place?” Yemisi avoided his open arms. “I never brought you here.”
Dapo tapped her forehead. “You have me on the brain – which means you drag me along…
“Why hello there,” Dapo said as Yemisi stepped into his apartment. “Uh…there’s nothing wrong with MTN or Etisalat today o,” he added.
Yemisi’s smile was bright. “I wasn’t sure you’d pick,” she answered. “I wasn’t sure you won’t be in one of those your alcohol-induced hazes.” She dumped her bags and hugged Dapo tightly. “Thank you for Monday again,” she finished.
“Ah. Em…don’t mention it – again.”…
Mother’s grace was upon him
But he knew not,
He attributed his happiness
To his own strong will
You see, He was the smooth talker
He could convince a cat that it was a dog
And prove that black was really white
He assumed the role of a self made man
The problem with that role was simplistic
Everybody assumed that he was indeed
What he claimed that he was
But mother never kept quiet for him
It was Monday.
Five days after she’d asked Dapo out.
Yemisi looked down on Allen Avenue from the office window. It was busy as usual, midday with the sun shining down harshly on tops, human or otherwise.
She wasn’t there though.
What she was actually seeing was a face, a face with sad eyes and lines etched into it. She thought about her best friend and wondered for the billionth time if she had…
No o. Dapo wasn’t shocked, not in the slightest. He knew Yemisi was crazy.
But he hadn’t seen that coming.
“What?” he said, staring at his closest friend like she was naked and he’d never seen her before.
She smiled. “Hear me out. I know how it must sound to you – but let me have my day in court before you shut me down, okay?
“We’ve been friends forever, and allow me brag and say I’m the closest…
As they made their way down the stairs out of Dapo’s office, Yemisi walked through the decisions she’d made over the past twenty-four hours mentally. She hoped Dapo would willingly play along – but she couldn’t be sure.
She was bothered by his silence.
“So what’s this about, Yemisi?” Dapo said suddenly.
She sighed. She could see the signs.
“What’s what about?” she asked innocently while thinking…