Bemused…

It was one of those days that sleep was more enticing because of the gentle wind in the early hours of the morning. Thankfully also, it was one of those days I could afford to give in to the temptation. I eventually crawled out of bed by 10.30a.m. I had plans for the day which included thinking of a way to baffle Tunde unexpectedly; we had a bet the previous night and I was determined to win. The thought of my victory made me smile. I was already behind schedule; but as they say better late than never. At about 11.45a.m., I was ready to hit the road. I headed towards where I could get a cab when I noticed I had forgotten my purse at home. On my way back, a young man of say about 18 years of age walked towards me. I kept a straight face and acted like I didn’t notice; with a mind that he was one of those precocious children of nowadays, who couldn’t differentiate between their mates and those who were actually older but looked younger than their age. I fell under the category of the latter.

“Hello” he called, once, twice, I didn’t answer.

 “Aunty please wait”.  Alright it wasn’t what I presumed, so I stopped.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“Yes, please my uncle in that black jeep over there wants to speak with you”

“So I wasn’t absolutely wrong!” I mumbled under my breath.

“Does he use a wheel chair?”

“No”

“Then tell your uncle that if he wants to talk to me, he should get down from the car-no-tell him I don’t want to speak with him, I don’t even have time to waste”

He walked away. Even though I am 29 and I want to get married soon I would not condense for any arrogant and bigheaded brute, besides I am in a serious relationship. I kept walking towards home then again I was accosted by two mean looking hefty men.

“Can I help you” I asked as I kept a moderate face and made sure I did not in any way appear intimidated even though I was.

“My boss wants to have a word with you” the uglier of them said.

Passers-by took a fearful glance at these guys and speedily walked past. I wondered who would help me if I got into real trouble or were they kidnappers? I thought.

“The same person the other guy…?”

“Yes”

“Who is your boss?”

“When you get there, you’ll find out”

Even though I might have eventually given in, I had no intention of doing so easily. With my confidence getting to its limit, I still blatantly refused.

“Madam we don’t have much time” the finer though ugly one said almost pleadingly.

We had spent about 10 minutes debating. I thought they were not as mean as I anticipated because to an extent, they had been reasonable and a bit nice but before I realized what was happening, I was on his shoulders-the finer one.

“Drop me down” I screamed.

To think I woke up feeling like the day was going to turn out good. I remembered I didn’t pray well that morning and immediately began to speak in tongues. I started hitting his back with my hands. Was my earlier assumption of them being kidnappers correct? If they were then they didn’t do their home work because I wasn’t that rich. People around had already started taking their heels. Surprisingly, he changed my position and carried me like a baby then again instead of taking me towards the direction of the car, he walked a certain distance and came back, and he spun me around.

“What are you doing?” I said, this time smiling a bit, not because I wanted to but because I always enjoyed being carried that way and for a moment I forgot it was being done by a total and rather suspicious stranger.

“Now let’s meet the boss” he said.

He took me into the car.

“Baby I missed you; I know you love being spun that way”

The voice sounded familiar, he looked familiar, and all of a sudden the car also appeared familiar. The boss was -no- is my love, Tunde.

I had been tricked.

I smiled and frowned at the same time.

 “That was a big risk you took there” I said.

“I love you too” was the only thing he could utter. He couldn’t stop laughing.

At least I was convinced about one thing: Tunde had read me like a book and yes, he won the bet.

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The story is fiction o. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. But seriously if you found yourself in that situation what will you do? Me, I would have used my taekwondo skills on those guys...

and live to tell the story…hehehehe