I was heading for drinks with a client at Ikeja and I was already in Anthony Village when I realised that I didn’t have a dime on me, as in physical cash.
I had my ATM cards all right but an ugly incident that happened two months earlier when I was embarrassed because the POS didn’t work after I had a meal made me stop at the GTBank right there at Anthony Village.
There were about four people at the first one, so I walked to the one behind. There was just one man so I waited.
“It’s not working,” he said as he walked past.
But doubter that I was I decided to try. Of course it wasn’t working so, I pulled out my card and turned to leave.
“It’s not paying?” The pretty lady with big boobs said but it was a question.
“Yes,” I answered with a nod and a smile.
Her breasts were big but well contained and a pendant nestled in the cleavage.
“Let me try, I might get lucky,” she said with a shy laugh.
I joined the queue which had thinned now and was pocketing my card when she came to stand behind me.
“Did you get lucky?” I asked and she laughed again and said no.
I pocketed my card, waved a bye and walked to my car. Someone had blocked me.
“O boy, why did you let someone park like this,” I said to one of the guards.
“Sorry bros, I go call am.”
I pulled open my door and got in the car and just then a BB message came in.
♡ ✽ Phillip♡ ✽: So, so sorry Oshoko. Something came up. Can’t make our meeting. Please let’s do next week
Oshoko : Sure. No wahala.
I was setting my phone down when the lady came running to my open door.
“So, sorry Mister. Didn’t know I would be that long.”
“Ah, it’s you, the doubting woman,” I said and she laughed.
“Apology not accepted except you agree to have a drink with me,”
“Just like that! I don’t even know you.”
“Oshoko,” I said stepping out of the car and reaching out my hand
“Carol,” she said taking my hand. Hers were soft and advertised cocoa butter.
“Now you know me, how about that drink.”
“Not today. I have something on the fire. I live down the road.”
“Is that an invitation?” I asked and she laughed again.
“I don’t know you. Lagos isn’t safe, you know,” she told me but made no move to leave so I reached for my wallet and gave her my card.
“Oh, my cousin used to work here. Fred, left last year for his Masters at…”
“Swansea. Freddie Mercury.”
“You know him. Yes, that’s his nickname.”
And so we talked about Freddie for a while and I ended up driving behind her to her crib two streets away.
It was a small two-room place and the meat she was boiling was almost burning.
“There are drinks and glasses in the cabinet. Find something you like,” she flung over her shoulders as she ran to the kitchen.
I poured two shots of cognac and walked to the kitchen.
She had dropped her top over a chair and was wearing just her tank top.
“It’s hot in here,” she said as my shadow darkened the doorway
“You look hot,” I said locking eyes as I walked towards her.
“You look like trouble,” she told with a tremble in her voice as I handed her the glass.
“Do you like trouble?” I asked leaning close, so close I could smell the cognac on her breath.
“Depends,” she said and I leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips.
She kissed me back for a heartbeat then pushed me away.
“This man, na wa for you.”
continues next week