Introducing a new Monday ‘diary’ column by writer, Atilola Moronfolu. It covers the life of an average young and single working-class lady highlighting the challenges, highs and lows she faces on a daily basis.
A peck on the cheeks, cheeks turned into lips and suddenly, I tasted ‘heaven’ and the world seemed to end at that very moment…
Hi guys, how has your week been going so far? I have really missed you. I am sure you are wondering wasup with the overfamiliarity, since you do not know anything about me. Well, permit the rudeness, I am an expert at that, it is what I get paid to do every day.
My name is Kiki, a consultant with one of the top consulting firms in Nigeria. I am a complete Nigerian child. Complete Nigerian in the sense that I have Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa blood flowing in my veins. My father is Yoruba, my mother is Igbo and my paternal grandmother is Hausa. The irony of the whole thing is that I am not very fluent in speaking any of the three languages.
They call me Kiki because my father named me Kikelomo, my Igbo name is Nkiruka and my grandmother calls me Kiyyah, a short form for Zakiyyah. Since the common factor in my Wazobian name is ‘ki’, my whole family ended up calling me Kiki. Innovative, right?
I am a 26 years old and single squared. Single squared is what I call people who are single, as in not married and single, as in not in any relationship. I won’t bore you with my likes and dislikes; you will get to know them as time goes on. You would also find out later that I am an introverted talkative and always well-known in any circle
So now that the boring part, called introduction, is over, let’s move on to the fun stuff.
Yesterday, instead of staying back at the office to wait out the famous third mainland bridge traffic, I decided to go watch a movie with Bola and Chinyere. Bola is a male ex-colleague and my neighbour; he used to drop me to and from work before I got my car. Bola is the exact synonym of Mr TDH (Tall, Dark and Handsome) and he’s also very intelligent.
However, apart from the physical attributes, he doesn’t possess the other qualities I would like in a future partner. For the two years I was always with him, I was very careful around him because he’s that kind of reserved guy that grows on women and did I mention how handsome he is? Well, lemme emphasise again, the guy is finnnneeeee, and he knows it.
I decided to leave my car at work since it would be too late by the time the movie is over. I felt that it would be a better idea to get dropped off at home by Bola instead. We ended up watching ‘Crazy Stupid Love’ and laughed our heads off in the process. Chinyere drove off to her house in Lekki while I got comfy in Bola’s car—it felt really cosy. After over two years, I could finally say I was relaxed in his presence. We gisted all the way home and then suddenly, as we descended the bridge, he started blabbing about how he enjoyed watching the movie with me and how he wished Chinyere hadn’t come along. At this point, I wondered if he had forgotten that it was Chinyere that initiated the movie idea and at this point, my level of comfort had gone straight to the negative.
Anyway, we got to the front of my house and as I was going to drop from the car, my hands surprised my head, because at that time, they seemed to act out of their own accord. They held Bola close to me. A peck on the cheeks, cheeks turned into lips and suddenly, I tasted ‘heaven’ and the world seemed to end at that very moment…
Immediately my head realized that my hands and lips had betrayed all of us, it took control and told my hands to withdraw from Bola. Till this moment, I can’t really say I know exactly what happened but I sure didn’t like it. I got down from his car and ran into my compound. Of course, I did not allow him to take me to work the next morning as previously planned.
All through the day, I have been wondering how I will face Bola again, that is if I would ever want to face him. It took me over two years to be free with him and now, it would end this way.
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