This is the 6th Episode of Abdulwahab Olajumoke’s “Diary of a Jumoke”. This episode is a quick read. Read and let me know your thoughts in the comment section below.
The look on Shade’s face was priceless when she entered the living room and found Dapo Badejo sitting right there. She had been sleeping when I arrived.
After staring at him for what seems like ages at the door, I finally invited him in and he was sitting comfortably on my favorite couch. I wanted to ask him like a million questions. One of which was how he got to know where I was living. Noka’s issue was laid to rest for a while as the anger I was feeling earlier had dissolved into something I couldn’t understand.
“Dapo, this is my mum” I introduced.
I was actually expecting him to do a casual “Good Morning Ma”
But to my surprise, he dropped his phone and did a full Yoruba greeting by prostrating. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ekaaro Mummy” [Good morning ma] he greeted.
“Kaaro oko mi” [Morning my dear] my mum replied with a wide smile and a face that showed she was making up funny ideas.
“I hope she won’t start one of her long marriage lectures later” I thought.
“Jumoke, I’ll be in the room” Mum said and left, giving me and Dapo privacy.
“Erm, how did you locate me” I asked, not knowing what else to say.
“I have a friend living close by”
“And I was visiting”
“I was on my way out when I saw you”
“You were still wearing the same cloth from yesterday, so it wasn’t so hard recognizing you” he pointed with a mischievous grin.
I shifted on my seat. His remark about me still wearing the cloth from yesterday made me slightly uncomfortable. I studied his face from the corner of my eyes. He had a plump round face and I couldn’t help but notice his pink lips. I was fighting the urge to grab and kiss it.
We chatted for a while after he caught me staring at him and I covered up my embarrassment by offering him a glass of fruit juice.
He was fun to talk with and we chatted as though we’ve been friends for a very long time.
“I think I should be on my way now” he said out of the blues.
“I have to be in Abuja by noon” he added.
I gave a curtly nod and smiled nervously. His presence was somehow giving me goose bumps. I didn’t know if it was because of the fact that he was a celebrity or because I was crushing head over heels on him.
I followed him all the way to the gate like a lost puppy.
“What on earth is wrong with you Adejumoke!” I asked myself silently and gave myself a mild knock.
I was really acting out around this guy.
He asked if we could exchange contacts and I gave him my phone number while he did the same.
“See you soon Barbie” he said jovially as he brought his car engine to life and zoomed off.
I found myself fantasizing on how to nail him the next time we meet. His cute pink lip was just too sexy to ignore.
The loud buzz of my phone woke me up. I had crashed in Shade’s room immediately Dapo left. I picked the phone to check who was calling but I couldn’t recognize the number. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and I was about to continue my peaceful sleep when the phone rang again.
“Hi, who goes there??” I said into the phone, slightly irritated.
I really hated being disturbed when I sleep.
“Omalicha my pretty baby”
“How are you dear?” the caller asked.
I was lost for a while.
“Who is this alien calling my phone?” I thought.
Then my brain booted and I picked the Igbo accent. I had totally forgotten about this gaped tooth man. Chief Ike or whatever his name was.
But wait, I didn’t remember giving him my contact.
“Hello Chief, good afternoon”
“I hope you are okay?” I asked.
Few seconds passed without him saying a word, he seemed to be struggling with what to say.
“Biko, Ada send me your account number, let me furnish it” he said finally.
I busted out in laughter. Did he just say he wanted to furnish my account??
Is that even English at all??
“I want to make you happy baby” he added.
“I’ll send it very soon Chief. Thanks for the kind gesture”.
“You are always welcomed Omalicha”
“Biko keep that face smiling” he replied and the line went dead.
This man should stop calling me these silly Igbo names abegi. I thought I told him my name. If he wanted to furnish my whole life I’ll let him. It is not kuku my money.
Meanwhile, Freddy had been calling me ever since. It seemed he was craving for a delicacy from the honey pot; nothing good comes easy though. I won’t just throw myself at him like a cheap girl. He would have to beg me with something big. A new car would do or maybe a trip out of the country. I yawned lazily and sat up in bed. Mr Ibu or was it Chief Ike had disturbed my journey to dreamland.
I was about stepping into the kitchen when I heard the doorbell.
I walked lazily towards the door and answered it before the bell rang the second time. Standing at the door was Mike’s chauffeur and a lady who I couldn’t recognize.
She was holding the most beautiful evening gown I had ever seen in my life.
“Good day madam. Oga talk say make we deliver this gown to you”
“Him also talk say make you get ready by 6pm”
“I go come carry you” he said.
I couldn’t help but admire his Warri inspired Pidgin.
“Dude must be from the creeks” I thought while I gestured to the lady to hand over the gown.
I had to think of a way to steal out of the house without my mum’s knowledge. I don’t want her asking questions about where I was going.
*abegi – please
*kuku – none
*Omalicha – sweetheart
*Oga – boss