When My Man Meets My Woman
You know that feeling in your stomach when you run into someone you didn't expect to see again. Well, that was me today, and that feeling held me in a tight embrace. I was coming back from the seminar this afternoon when I walked past this lady on nose mask and brown tinted sun shades.
“Excuse me”, she said. “You are Desmond right?”
“And who are you?”
“Oh I am Chinwe, Chinwe Nwachukwu”, she said as she removed her glasses and nose mask.
“Oh, I see, holla”
And that was how I found myself in a restaurant with her where we had some rice and chicken. We talked about things one would normally talk about when you meet someone after a long time.
We used to be friends in school back then. With time, we stopped talking. I didn’t know why, but I think it had something to do with one guy she met back then. Good for her. But I was hurt when she excluded me from things we normally did together and went incommunicado. It was exhausting but I walked anyways and here she was, sitting opposite me.
She is popular on YouTube these days. I had seen her in some movies. She was good alright. Her flair and talent was kool.
Her phone rang a couple of times and in the presiding discussions that followed, it was all about her man. You try talking with her about work, politics, the economy or life in general and she would go like, “Her Man thinks, Her Man says, Her Man this, Her Man that…” I tire oh. Nah so the food wey I chop come vanish for my body like this. I had to excuse myself to use the men’s room.
While in there, I called Trisha (that my coursemate from Lagbaja) and told her it was a code 9 emergency. Girl, you gotta get me outta here.
In the next few minutes after using the restroom, she called me and I was like, “That’s My Woman, I got to get this”, I made sure the call sound was a little more audible so Chinwe could hear.
“Boo, where are you?, I have missed you…”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwn, I miss you too, I am having lunch with an acquaintance”,
“But Babes, I was gonna take you out like I said nowu😢🥺”
“My world, I am sorry, I will be there soon. My Lady, My Angel, don’t be mad, I am coming”
Me to Chinwe: Did I take long? My bad.
Chinwe: I heard it all, you guys were cute on phone.
Me (Pretending I didn’t know what I did but smiling inwardly in Ekwensu Red Expression): You don’t mean it. Was it on speaker, oh nooooo (Acts shy). Sorry about that.
And that was how I wrapped up things with Chinwe. We split the bills and I walked home. Thanks to Trisha for the acting. We should star in a movie sometime. No be me Chinwe go frustrate. Inukwanu m nonsense in condensed form.
“Excuse me”, she said. “You are Desmond right?”
“And who are you?”
“Oh I am Chinwe, Chinwe Nwachukwu”, she said as she removed her glasses and nose mask.
“Oh, I see, holla”
And that was how I found myself in a restaurant with her where we had some rice and chicken. We talked about things one would normally talk about when you meet someone after a long time.
We used to be friends in school back then. With time, we stopped talking. I didn’t know why, but I think it had something to do with one guy she met back then. Good for her. But I was hurt when she excluded me from things we normally did together and went incommunicado. It was exhausting but I walked anyways and here she was, sitting opposite me.
She is popular on YouTube these days. I had seen her in some movies. She was good alright. Her flair and talent was kool.
Her phone rang a couple of times and in the presiding discussions that followed, it was all about her man. You try talking with her about work, politics, the economy or life in general and she would go like, “Her Man thinks, Her Man says, Her Man this, Her Man that…” I tire oh. Nah so the food wey I chop come vanish for my body like this. I had to excuse myself to use the men’s room.
While in there, I called Trisha (that my coursemate from Lagbaja) and told her it was a code 9 emergency. Girl, you gotta get me outta here.
In the next few minutes after using the restroom, she called me and I was like, “That’s My Woman, I got to get this”, I made sure the call sound was a little more audible so Chinwe could hear.
“Boo, where are you?, I have missed you…”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwn, I miss you too, I am having lunch with an acquaintance”,
“But Babes, I was gonna take you out like I said nowu😢🥺”
“My world, I am sorry, I will be there soon. My Lady, My Angel, don’t be mad, I am coming”
Me to Chinwe: Did I take long? My bad.
Chinwe: I heard it all, you guys were cute on phone.
Me (Pretending I didn’t know what I did but smiling inwardly in Ekwensu Red Expression): You don’t mean it. Was it on speaker, oh nooooo (Acts shy). Sorry about that.
And that was how I wrapped up things with Chinwe. We split the bills and I walked home. Thanks to Trisha for the acting. We should star in a movie sometime. No be me Chinwe go frustrate. Inukwanu m nonsense in condensed form.
