It’s 11.01 and I just pulled out aMACa to write, with the plan of finishing before 3am. Some days are like this. I guess most of you are already tired of my erratic posting and I totally understand. I’ve been busy trying to push my events and had to travel out of Lagos for SLU…shh.
Abuja was LIVE and we totally rocked. I developed a new level of respect for the Abuja people but I also hated them for constant power supply. On a serious note, please join me in praising God. God has been awesome to me and I’m totally grateful.
Here I am working and listening to “ Fall for your type”. You know this thing about falling in love with a song because of a situation. I played the song in Abuja and for some reason; I’ve come to like it even more.
Here’s my best verse:
“Cause who am I to judge you on the past, girl
I bet there’s a reason for it all
You say that you’re nothing like the last girl
I just pray that you don’t let me down right now
But it’s too late ’cause I’m already yours
You just gotta promise me hearts won’t break
And end up like before”
You know something about relationships is that, we all have a type and it’s always difficult trying not to fall for your type. Slim & I have a song that I made her like. There was this time I was in Maiduguri while she was in Lagos that we had the song to keep us company. I do miss Slim. I hope you’ve updated yourself on the happenings between us. Get a copy of WOW Magazine today.
Thursday May 19,2011.
When I got off the phone different thoughts flashed through my mind. I got thinking ‘So is Momsie trying to hook me up with Zoba” Not that I would mind because from the little I could remember of Zoba, she was mega hawt and was way out of my league.
So I decided to do a lil probing by calling my mum.
Nobs: Good Afternoon, Ma.
Mum: Kedu. Chiso kwan? Aru odikwa unu?
Nobs: We are fine,Ma. Guess who called?
Mum: Uzo’m you know I don’t play these games.
Nobs: Chizoba called.
Mum: Okwa omaka kita?
Nobs: I said she called ooo. I have not seen her.
Mum: Oh okay but I’m the one telling you that she’s fine. I saw her and luckily for you, she’s not dating anyone. I asked her.
Nobs: You asked her for whom?
Mum: I was just having a conversation with her or is there anything wrong with that.
Nobs: There’s nothing wrong, Ma.
Mum: Chigozie Igbo came to the house on Sunday. He brought his wedding invitation. I remember he was your classmate in secondary school.
Nobs: Good for him.
Mum: We are almost tired of attending other people’s weddings.
Nobs: I thought we just had Amara’s?
Mum: Chibuzor, ima ife m meaniru.
Nobs: Mumsie, I’ve heard but if you push me, I’ll just marry the nearest girl on my street.
Mum: Biko kwa
Nobs: Mumsie, I will call you later.
My Mum is a legendary fixer. You know the type that will go to a wedding and come home with phone numbers of what she describes as “marriage materials”. She’s always on the lookout for that young lady helping out with the food even though she’s dressed in a micro mini skirt.
She is the expert that my cousins bring their wives to-be to for some practical tests.
My call confirmed my fears, she had set me up with Zoba and would be monitoring.
I just ended a meeting at De Marquee when my phone rang and it was Shirls.
Shirls: Hey Nobs, where are you?
Nobs: De Marquee
Nobs; Yup.what’s up? Are you okay?
Shirls: I just got to the island and was wondering if we could see.
Nobs: Oh cool. I can wait for you to come through.
Shirls: I’ll come over in a few.
I was a bit worried because of the way she sounded but I had to wait to find out what was wrong with her. It took her about 15 minutes to come get there and I was totally glad to see her.
There’s a certain calmness around Shirls that I enjoy. With her, life seems easy and you won’t feel like you are trying too hard.
Nobs: What’s wrong with you?
Shirls: You have to promise me that you won’t be mad at me.
Nobs: I won’t be mad at you, Hun.
Shirls: I’ve not been totally honest with you and after what happened the last time, I got thinking and decided that I may need to come straight with you.
Nobs; I don’t understand.
Shirls: You know that we’ve not been too serious but after last weekend, the way you spoke to me and opened up about certain things changed the way I used to look at you and now, it would be bad if I don’t come out clean.
Nobs: You really don’t have to if you don’t want to
Shirls: Just let me talk. All these while with memoirs and things, I didn’t know what you wanted from me and at some point I started seeing my ex but it was nothing serious. Your truthfulness made me change my mind about you but also my ex wants me back. The thing is, I don’t know how serious you want to go with me.
Shirls: I’m not trying to force you to date me but I’m just confused on what to do. Like Should I give my ex a second chance?
Nobs: What do you want to do?
Shirls: I don’t know
Nobs: Let’s think this through but I do care about you.
Shirls: Should I end it with him? Are you serious?
Nobs: Think it through and I’ll do same
Nobs: Let go and see a movie?
Shirls: Where and which one?
Nobs: Let’s go to the Palms, we will find out.
She locked my left hand in her right hand throughout the movie.
Friday May 20,2011.
I was driving when the call came through.
Zoba: I just landed. Where are you?
Nobs: I’m on the Island. Just leaving my estate.
Zoba: Can you wait for me at 4Points? That should be close to your house.
I didn’t go straight to 4Points, I turned the car and went back to the house to change. I wasn’t too sure if I had the right shirt on and I was just wearing leather slippers. You know what they say about first impressions; I didn’t want to appear like someone who’s suffering in Lagos.
I sprayed perfume almost everywhere, I was expecting anything to happen but as a scout, I didn’t want to be caught unprepared.
It must have been the longest 40mins of my life at 4points’ reception. She finally came through and believe me, immediately I saw her, something told me to ask her to marry me but before I could ask her, he said hi to me. Dude was taller than me and the air around him was screaming “This Lagos wey you dey see so, na our own”. Before then, I think I had seen him once or twice at Auto Lounge.
His next words tore me apart
“Please assist me in getting Zoba’s thing out of the car”
I wanted to ask him, “Do I look like ‘any work’ to you?” but I didn’t want to appear immature so I kept shouting in my mind ‘Nne gi, Nna gi”
Zoba: Won’t you give me a hug?
I moved in for the hug and immediately I felt her boobs on my chest, I knew why they call boobs “bobby”. They “bobbied” my chest and I felt a lil awakening in-between my legs.
Iti boribo was still standing waiting for me to assist with the bag. Zoba went to the counter to sort out her room and I went out with Iti to get her things. When we got to the car, I lost any hope of getting Zoba, Iti came in a Range Rover Vogue.
At that point, I wanted to enter my small Honda civic and drive home. Let me ask you, how do you compete with a guy that drives a Vogue?