And she made me so unhappy.
I was sitting in my office staring the Mac screen – actually miles away from there. MILES.
The AC was blowing at full strength; which was unusual. I usually let it blow at ‘cool’ but I felt anything but that so I turned it up to ‘freeze’. And even then it made little difference. I felt numb all over.
How lame. How pathetic.
Standing up from behind my desk I looked out of the window. Traffic was slow; it seemed as though the day was coming to an end. But it was taking its time. I saw a couple of okadas caught up in the Opebi Traffic light traffic jam – I saw the La Casera sellers and the gala boys scampering back and forth; catering to several and various ‘in-traffic’ people.
But I wasn’t paying attention.
My mind was caught up in the latest episode of the drama my life was rapidly becoming. It was just something annoying – a huge inconvenience as far as I was concerned. And I wonder who pushed me into it – like as though I was some kid who just discovered there were hair on his eggs.
I was not happy.
I kept pacing back and forth in front of the windows…scurrying around in my mind trying to figure out how to make my way out of this situation. It was just so…
My phone rang.
It startled me. I jumped about half a foot in the air before landing and swearing loudly. I so hated whoever it was who was calling without even bothering to check who it was first.
After I calmed down, I pulled out my phone. It was her.
I stood there holding the phone, staring at the screen incredulously as though willing it to stop ringing. It did after some moments – and then started ringing again. I wanted to smash the phone.
What was she trying to do – kill me after ruining my day? Could she not just leave me alone?!
I impatiently switched off the phone. I definitely did not want to have anything to do with her at that moment.
Sitting back behind my desk, I put my hands behind my head and tried to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, while I had gotten away with being drunk in the office the last time…I was so sure I was out of luck in that department. I just knew that I needed to get out of this mood – fast.
Suddenly my office door opened and my boss walked in – and then I noticed he was not alone.
“Come here and meet your new strategist,” he said.
It was a woman. Like none. I have ever seen.
I was in trouble.
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul;
If what I see in yours are true; then I’m willing to go mine for gold;
‘Cos it’s hard to imagine that heat in the midst of so much cold,
Or maybe it isn’t that hard at all.
Not the kind of ‘heat’ that leads to sweaty bodies and loud groans,
But the kind – that makes a house a home.
Demola climbed into the Range Rover and slammed the door, choking with rage. Imagine that bitch..!
He pushed his key into the ignition and missed it the first time. Calm down; he gently admonished himself. He inserted the key the ignition again and this time it fit. He gunned the engine and sat down quietly behind the steering wheel, and just thought.
How could she have spoken to me like that? He asked himself again, shaking his head. Since when did we begin to fraternize so familiarly?
He sat still in the rapidly chilling interior of the vehicle, allowing the rain drain off him onto his seat, lost in his thoughts.
A sudden knock on the window beside him startled him, and he turned slightly to see his buddy Femi hunched over in the rain, indicating for him to lower the window. Demola shook his head and pointed at his wrist watch.
Femi’s mouth opened in astonishment.
It was unfathomable for him that his buddy; Demola, who he usually introduced to company as ‘my brother from another mother’ would act like that.
Which made Demola’s next move more bizarre.
He suddenly accelerated the vehicle, and without so much as a glance in Femi’s direction screeched away towards the highway. Femi jumped backwards out of the way of the vehicle in time. Demola laughed dryly and zoomed off.
The rain was getting increasingly heavy, and even though he knew the road well he ran into several water-covered portholes, cursing loudly as he drove in and out of each one. Finally he got past the worst of it and as the road ahead of him straightened out he pressed down the accelerator.
Taking his attention off the road for a second, he turned on the car’s CD player and leaned back against his seat, facing the road again as Asa’s sophomore album began playing. He allowed his mind drift.
Why was he so angry with Yemi? Could it be because her vocal jabs had hit too closely to home? He hated to admit that might be the case – because he had consciously withdrawn from getting to close to women after Mina.
Yeah; he thought, maybe that was the typical reaction of a guy freshly scorned – but he was not interested in going on a woman-hunting spree. He did not even want to have anything to do with them…at least not at the moment. He just wanted to be left alone.
Demola sighed. Love sure was hard.
As the second track, ‘Maybe’ came on Demola came back with a jerk. He was fast approaching a corner – a blind corner just before the long stretch of road that led to his estate’s gate. He swung the wheel suddenly, going round the bend in barely two seconds.
As he swung the wheel back to straighten the SUV back on the road; grateful for the fact that there was no vehicle coming from the opposite direction, his headlights suddenly picked up what looked like the figure of a woman bent over right in the middle of the road…