“Fowi, Fowi. Please come.” I overheard a female voice on the other side.
“Coming.” Fowi answered her.
“Hello, are you still there?” He asked me.
“Yes I am.” I said quietly, waiting for an explanation as to who the female was but instead, he just told me he had to go and that he would see me the next day. Before I could say another word, he hung up.
Sophie was laughing hysterically when I finished narrating the whole thing to her. I was confused because I didn’t understand what was funny about it.
“Do you want to do this again sometime soon?” He asked me.
I was happy that he wanted to see me again but I didn’t want to see him too often so he wouldn’t get tired of me. I was torn between accepting and refusing.
Fowi was sitting there in all his beautiful glory. He was wearing a navy blue kaftan and my nose was blessed with his beautiful scent. He was gisting with Sophie and I stood there, gazing at him. It took God’s grace for me to stop starting just before he turned and saw me.
Instead of finding Fowi, I found Demilade. Was the Lord trying to tell me something? Maybe he was saying Lade was the one for me. I mean, look at me trying to move on with my life and forget Lade, but instead, God was showing me his Instagram. For what biko?
We settled in the VIP section and were led to a table. This was the first time I was getting to VIP without a man. If na only me come, I for no even smell VIP. Well except some guy sees me in the regular section and decides to take me to VIP. Why was I even excited sef? I only got into VIP because I know Sophie, so what’s the difference between following Sophie and following a man biko?
“That’s nice to hear.” I smiled and picked my food.
“I know right!” Sophie said and continued eating.
I began to think about how I would get Babatunde Akin-Cole to look my way. It would have been way easier if he hadn’t met me before. I could easily seduce him and get what I want but that was not the case. (more…)