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Swift Scribbles: …And One Thing…

 

There’s this feeling of looseness…of unwholesomeness I get when I wake up in a strange bed.

 

Not this time.

 

Which was entirely strange – because I am sure I have never slept in this bed before.

 

Anywho – I felt totally together and relaxed as I lay there, random beams of sunlight highlighting the lavender bedclothes that enwrap me somewhat neatly. Then, remembering what happened last night I sit up –

 

And the first thing that meets my startled gaze is the underwear I purchased off Konga.

 

Uh oh.

 

As though on cue, the door opens and in she comes.

 

Instinctively, I touch the back of my head. I’m checking if I’m still plugged into the Matrix.

 

This cannot be real. This is not happening – not in 2013; not in Nigeria. Definitely not in Lagos.

 

I’m at a loss for words.

 

She comes in looking like shawarma – hot steaming shawarma. She’s not wearing a nightdress like the herione in Bond movies – or romance stories for that matter. She’s wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts. But she’s nothing like the General Manager I have meetings with.

 

She looks like…she’s a woman.

 

She smiles and I’m doomed. My heart’s doing things I didn’t know it is still capable of doing. My head…has become a bowl of mush. I try to think. I remember what I say to myself about not having relationships around work.

 

And then the bed dips under her weight, she places a too-cool hand on my forehead and ask;

 

“So what happened to you last night?”

 

 

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12 responses

  1. Ghen ghen…oya ‘worapun’ last night o?

    January 31, 2014 at 7:42 am

  2. Nneka

    *whistling, hands behind my back, mischief written all over my face* *just passing by* hehehehehehe!

    January 31, 2014 at 7:43 am

    • *reddens*

      Just. Keep. Going!

      Hehehe. Thank you.

      January 31, 2014 at 7:49 am

  3. Syrene

    Seun. Why you do this. Evritaim. Oya tell…

    January 31, 2014 at 8:17 am

  4. Let the imaginations run wild, and we’ll learn it’s a mundane thing like he got drunk and puked on himself…

    Welldone boss. Always a pleasure to read you.

    January 31, 2014 at 2:15 pm

  5. T-shirt and shorts! Reminds me of me. Hehehehe

    January 31, 2014 at 9:57 pm

  6. more…more

    January 31, 2014 at 10:18 pm

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