I was born here so I have virtually lived in Lagos all my life. I cannot tell my story without mentioning Lagos. That would be an incomplete story. Also, if I failed to mention Angela as a very important part of my story, then it would all be a lie.
I grew up in Surulere the only child of a strong single mum who worked tooth and nail to put me through school and can today beat her chest to say that she brought up a real man. Sadly, not many of my childhood friends made it. The drugs, crime or both consumed a good number of them.
Growing up in Surulere was much fun, though. I can tell you for a fact that I came of age at the same time that Nollywood was coming into its own. So I witnessed it all and even though I may have studied medicine and now own a small practice of my own, most of my friends are people from Nigeria’s movie industry.
“You could be a movie star if you wanted to,” has always been Tim’s song for my ears. Tim being a movie producer and director whose films I have appeared in as extra from time to time, would have forced me to play more important roles had I allowed him. He is one of the few friends I have kept from my childhood and would certainly be my best man.
“This is not what I want to do. I have a practice to work at. Who will take me serious if I start appearing regularly in your flicks?” Was my constant reply whenever he came at me.
Naturally, I get invites to the premiere of new movies now and again. Like I said, I have made a lot of friends in the industry.
The friends I couldn’t seem to be able to make and keep are the female kind. That type that would fulfil that age old desire by mums to have a grandchild.
“Mark, when will you give me a grandchild?” Has become the one constant question she has for me since I forced her to come live with me so I could take care of her properly now that I was able to reciprocate what she did for me all my life. It is her good morning and good night. And while we are eating dinner at night, as we constantly do now, she would say something like “pass me the salt” and end it with the refrain that if she only had even one grandchild, she would not have to ask me to pass her the salt as it would be my child’s place to do that.
So, Tim had a movie coming and all was set for the premiere. He sent me this fancy invite which stipulated that I must wear an eighties costume, come as one of the stars in the eighties since the movie is a period piece.
I had to go shopping. I got new shoes, trousers, shirt and jacket and I was set to appear as James Brown.
When I arrive InterContinental Hotel Lagos, everyone who is someone in Nollywood and the music industry is present. Ever since the hotel was commissioned at the tail of Governor Babatunde Fashola’s administration, it has become a melting pot for people from the film and music industries. Consequently, movies and concerts take place here. But what I didn’t know then was that it would hold a lot of significance for the turn my life was then about to drastically take.
I never considered myself as stars truck. I after all grew up seeing these people make films and like I said before, could have been a movie star lover boy if I had chosen to do film rather than medicine. So, my eyes were not on the stars. I had eyes only for the babes many of whom were decked out in their best outfits as if at a beauty pageant competing for a coveted crown.
I soon had my eyes on a tall dark neither slim nor fleshy beauty straight out of a big screen. I had been at countless red carpets but I had never seen someone like her. You just couldn’t help but notice this one. Perhaps it was because my mum had recently increased the intensity of her call for a grandchild and hence I had gone soft. Whatever it might have been, I quickly noticed that all eyes on the red carpet were on her. Mostly the men with googly eyes covering every inch of her lovely body, mentally undressing her. I closed in on her. If there was one thing I had always been good at, it is going for what I want. You couldn’t grow up under my mum’s roof and not have that trait.
“You are the one who won the crown, right?” I said as I stood in front of her.
“What crown?” She looked at me clueless but mustered a laugh. Creating the exact effect I was aiming for. I particularly liked the sound of her laughter.
“Miss world,” I said, flashing her my killer smile that has all my perfect teeth showing. No one has ever been able to resist that one.
“Of course not,” she countered, laughing even more.
“Those judges are mad. They should have let you win.”
“But I didn’t even compete,” she told me.
“Really, it wasn’t you then? My name is Mark,” I said stretching out my hand.
Hers was soft as she took mine and said her name was Angela. Up close, she looked younger, prettier and taller.
We chatted for a while. She played a minor role in the movie upon the prompting of Tim who was a friend of a friend but her real life was in advertisement and she worked in a firm where she wrote copy all day long.
“What do you do when you are not writing copy?” I had just met her but I could tell that I wanted to spend all my time with her. I wanted to know everything about her and she didn’t hold back.
“I’ve been working at my firm for six months and I just got my own apartment.”
We went on to talk about the things she finds interesting about Lagos since she, like me, grew up in Lagos even if her parents had come from the eastern part of the country where mine also originated. The difference was that she grew up in Ikeja with both her parents while I lost my own dad at a tender age. We talked about everything and eventually left everything and everyone behind including the premiere we had come for.
She got in the car with me and we just drove on the deserted Lagos Island streets, the Third Mainland Bridge and eventually found ourselves in Ilupeju all the while catching my breath and wondering if this were all a dream.
I could see she was lovely. And felt that my mum would connect with her. I saw so much about her. She blinked a lot. Her lacy bra was clearly imprinted on the upper region of her dress. I thought I could make out her dark nipples. All the time I had spent with her that evening was pure torture. My dick was hard most of the time and every time her body – a hand, her breast or hair brushed against me I thought I would come in my pants. I don’t need to remind you how huge an effect she had on me.
“Angela, how far is your place from here? I can’t stop myself anymore,” the words just came out on their own volition.
“I thought you would never ask. Just keep going and turn right at the next intersection,” she said and I did as she bid me.
We had barely stepped into her place when her soft full lips found mine.
She pushed me back on the couch as she kissed, her hands running all over my body.
I felt her tug at my belt buckle and then her hand wrapped around my dick.
Angela took off her dress, her bra and pant while I watched and she was even more amazing naked.
She bent over me and I felt the warmth of her mouth on my dick and then she was licking and sucking me until I thought I would go crazy from the sheer pleasure of it.
Then when I was panting and moaning Angela took me by the hand and led me to her bed where she lay back and guided me into her warmth.
We made love three times that first time and the next morning after we had breakfast. Everything with her has been exactly as I had imagined all those years when I endured heartbreak and countless other infractions from the womenfolk.
Like I had imagined also, she and my mum clicked and there is nothing left to do than to plan the wedding. We have been dating for four years and I know that this is exactly what I want. Now my Lagos story is complete.
