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By @IAM_BigDan
Did you miss out on the previous episodes???
Please Read Episode 1, Episode 2
…Hi and Hello flew
through the air so quick. She was well Endowed, I didn’t need a view from the
Crosshair to depict her Physical qualities. In my friends code language, Her
statistic would read (Heaven: Half Watermelon, Earth: HipHop, Category: Gbovo).
Sometimes I wonder how I managed to master the slangs. Literally she had
average sized Tits and big Hips but her class was more of a local whore.
Why would she be so interested in my Novel? I must
be feeling dumb at the moment. I just wasn’t in the mood for a Boy-Girl chat,
its been helluva trip down here and I just need to sit on a bike to….. “Now
what’s the street name again?” I asked myself. TAPA! Yh TAPA Street. “Okada!
Tapa street” “100naira” “Lai Lai….50naira” Ma cousin had taken all the
precautions to let me know the Transit fares. A Normal Me would av done the
“Biker Mice” Drift all through the journey. Thanks to Fashola.
In No time I was on Tapa Street…..”Shuu!!! Okada,
na dis small place u for collect 10 fibre for?” With a frown on my face the
Bike Man turned and said nothing. Vroom!!!! He was off. I stood in front of
Number 40 and stared at the almost collapsing building. Could this be the
RadioVisual Studio my cousin dragged me all the way to? Something definitely
doesn’t feel right today. Each Journey had a sad effect on me. Now that I’m
steps away from my destination, I just can’t remember the House Number. There
was no way I could reach Olakiitan, Ma Phone has been off since and I don’t
even know the 2nd digit in her Phone Number. I walked the Length and
Breadth of the street, scanning buildings from “Left – centre – Right” and back
Left like a typewriter at work.
20minutes gone
The only enticing place on the street was a small
local bar (beer parlour).
Plan B: “Madam gimme
Harp, Cold 1 o”….”No Harp sir.” That wasn’t the Madam’s voice, I looked up but
saw no one asides the Madam. *shrug* “Star dey?” “Na only Trophy, wilfort,
Goldberg, heneiken,….” I interrupted her and said “just bring me the Heineken.”
As
the Cold Bottle and Tumbler joined my Novel, Dead Phone and earpiece on the
Table, I stared at the young lady who was rendering me the service. “God! It
should have been this girl trying to keep a convo with me earlier on, not FIONA
who introduced herself as Ngozi” I was wishing inside ma brain.
“Thank You” I said. As she walked away and I poured
my drink, Thoughts of Ngozi came alive. The first gulp must have awakened my
memory. What did I do back then? Giving her my number? Jesus Christ! She had
requested for it in terms that I’d get her 2 of my novels. She really must have
had it all planned out and I fell for it. “Foolish Me” I said in a low tone.
Bottle empty….Cup almost out, I was really thirsty.
I better get outta here and find a solution to my fone so I can check for the
exact House Number.
“Madam come take your money o” believing the Girl
who served me would come fetch it, But the woman stepped forward. I was
disappointed. Maybe I should just settle for a 2nd bottle and use the
opportunity to chat with “Service Girl”. “Nah! Another Day” I told myself. I
stepped back into the street and I was back to my confused state. If only I’d
see a Shop whose Generator is on and charge my phone a little.
I walked outta the street and my eyes was back to
the “Typewriter Movement.”
10Minutes Later:
“I’d like to charge my phone a little sir”…..”Its
50naira”….”No, I just want to boot it on to fetch a number”…..The man started
stories about the Nigeria economy and Fuel cost, I wasn’t in the mood so I just
handed him my phone and he charged it. 50naira don go like that o…..
I walked back into the street to locate number 45.
Few houses passed and there she was, Just after the bar. I took a full Head to
Toe scan of her and I could tell ma Third Leg Moved….It was “Service Girl.” She
Stared in ma direction and smiled at me. For all I cared, Olakiitan, Number 45
or all THE TRIP thoughts could wait. I found myself smiling as I walked up to
her.
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