By @IAM_BigDan
Did you miss out on the previous episodes???
Please Read Episode 1, Episode 2 and Episode 3 and now we have
“Hello”….*Activating my Playboy Tone*…..”Fine”, she
replied. “Thanks for the Drink.” Her Reply got me confused. “No no… Meh meh….”
Forget it, This is another wish gone sour. She’s a Stammarer and now I’m stuck
in an event i started myself. “I just wanted to thank you for the drink.” I
started to walk away and I saw the Pink on her face turn gray. Ma Bad! Its just
not my day. Something’s officially wrong with today, I told myself. Its a long
walk down the street to Number 45. God!!!!!! What’s my offence today na? I
spoke to myself with ma gaze on the sky.
“Is this Number 45? I asked the girl at the gate,
My encounter with girls today just didn’t seem right and it took my mind off
noticing the statistics of the girl at the gate. She replied Yes and before I
could ask for Superior Radio and Television studio I heard Olakiitan shout
“Brother, Come Upstairs. A simple “Thank You” to the Gate Girl and I walked
into the compound. Looked up at the Balcony and saw My Cousin smiling at me.
“What’s wrong with your phone? Use the stairs its by the side of the building.”
…. “Ouch!” Who the fuck builds the entrance to a stairs with the lintel this
low?. I had hit my head as I tried bending down into the stairs compartment.
“Brother, sorry my phone was off, I’m
charging it.” She Opened the door as I walked in. Ignoring her while she
spoke, I took a quick scan of the Waiting Lounge. “Not bad” the studio was
truly ‘Superior’. She walked back in after closing the door and I approached her
for that Tight Hug she once gave me in my Dream earlier this morning. The usual
exchange of pleasantries took place like a Role Actor and Actress in a
Nollywood movie. How are you? You’ve changed o, See ur cheek, Fine boi….Bla bla
bla……But we sure did miss eachother.
“Okay! Now I’m finally here” I sank into
tha Sofa and made myself comfortable. “The Studio aint bad”……”Brother,its been
2years oooo”….”Really?”….”Yes Na!, we haven’t seen since I went for service and
all” she tried explaining. My Mind wasn’t in all she was saying. Why the Dream
in the morning if it wouldn’t Manifest in Reality? I cursed the Devil in my
Mind as I heard him make jest of me in my head.
“What do I offer you?”….”Did you get my
Rum?”….”Brother no rum joor, what’s your Beer brand?”…..”I want McDowell joor.”
We argued a little and I settled for Harp. “Should I prepare your Indomie now?”
Oh! She really meant the Indomie? I thought I’d get a surprise of Amala or
Pounded Yam with a good soup to go with it. Okay! I definitely was Dreaming
again. How’d she make that possible in her Home Like Office.
“I’d eat later, Just fetch me my
Harp”…..Moments passed and she returned with the Drink and A Cup. No time to
request for Opener joor, Why do I Brush Twice Daily? That was my usual excuse
for the bad habit of Opening Beer with my teeth at the unavailability of an
Opener.
Talks about Business, TGM promotions and Life rolled
by and I knew I couldn’t avoid her questions of my relationship. She knew
everything about my Love life, Better still she was always inquisitive about
who I’m dating and everything that surrounds it. We Talked, Argued, Concluded,
Drafted plans and Re-Argued over and over again about My Relationship. “Just
Call her”…..”No! I aint calling her, Let her do the calling.” ….”You Two are
stubborn”
“I think u should have your indomie now”………
20minutes Later
A full Plate with 2 Boiled eggs. “Wow! This is too
much joor, and why 2 eggs? You don turn Mama Amanda abi?” She smiled and forced
me into eating.
I checked the studio a second time, this time
around noting all the missing equipment and their respective arrangement.
We did a lil planning and more chatting as time
rushed by.
Time Flew……
Enroute Home…..Holding Hands like lovers, “Let’s
walk to Ijesha, its a short distance.” I narrated my Trip ordeal to her again
and we both laughed all the way to the Market Bustop.
A Quarter Filled bus? Unbelievable! As the Long Bus
Moved. There was just a lot to chat about but then Our lips seized and our ears
opened.
……..”Praise the Lord!!!!…..Let’s Us Pray” The
Traffic Warden dressed pastor was gonna Bless our Trip back home with his
Sermon. I didn’t see this coming.
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