I remembered clearly the ‘first’ time I met Jide,
it was through Sola, a friend who has a crush on
me. Yea! That’s if attraction is the same thing as
a crush but who cares for fairies and wishes? I’m
for real in Flavour’s voice. Dreams, crushes and
wishes when it comes to girl/boy matters are better
left for the teens. I’m a grown ass woman; yea
right! God bless Black American films.
The first time and countless times I ever met Jide
was not as significant as the first day I met him.
The first time a woman meets a man is distinctively
different from the first day she meets him. I can’t
remember that distinctive moment without
remembering Sola.
Sola is a handsome young man, unreserved, very
agile, ambitious and a volatile film person. He was
a senior by two years in the university, can’t
remember how we met; guess it’s not that
distinctive but I know we became close at a point.
He’s got good profile for every dream man but I
really just couldn’t date him. He’s controlling,
domineering and manipulative and I think, he has
less control over the pendulum in-between his
thighs. Sola could be funny even though he makes
dry jokes. He has a girlfriend but lies about
having one but I never hesitated to throw his lies
into his face. He’s a trying liar but he definitely
lies to the wrong person. . . I’m a female Carl
Lightman but natural as Torres. I watch too much
films right? Sola and I were closed until the day
he crossed a huge line.
“Seriously, how many times do we have to discuss
this? Put your attraction for me under check. All I
want for you is to be a good friend and if you
don’t want to, the door is as good as wide but
kissing or shacking up with a man I’m not dating or
seeing is a no-no for me.” I stressed with my voice
at the highest pitch. Who says hookers don’t have
standards? Maybe those by the road sides.
“I like you, I’m attracted to you, I love you, I
want to date you but we really can’t make it public
till I’m sure we are taking this serious.” Sola
said.
Lest I forget, Sola enjoys being treated like a
baby and you know the worst part, you have to be a
strong woman like I am not to fall for his
deceptive bedroom voice. Guys do have bedroom
voices too you know and when a guy is using that on
you, he’s either trying to calm you down for real
or trying to get that big bro into that tiny hole.
Very manipulative voice! From experience but that’s
a red light sweetheart. I deserve better than
secrecy but really, do I have to scream into this
guy’s ears that I am not willing to go down that
road with him not to talk of dating on a low-key?
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“So how have you been?”
Jide’s succulent voice brought my body and soul
back to life. If there is anything I love about
him, it’s the way he picks his words and the voice
lighting up and turning up the air-condition of my
body. Jide definitely knows how to make a woman let
her guards down.
“I’ve been great. And you?”
“Obviously doing awesome my dear.”
I saw his eyes flash through my cleavage. I
remembered how he used to love ‘them’ boobs. He
obviously still has a crush on those wonderful
works of Jah. I chuckled.
“What?”
“What’s what?” I stressed back with my eyes
graciously focused on him.
“Seriously what?”
“Really, you want to the what thing? Stop doing
that!” I screamed sexily. Having a woman screamed
sexily is one of the greatest enthusiasm guys feel.
The more he tries to hide it, the more his eyes
increasingly gave him away.
“Stop doing what?” Jide said but this time, more
daring as he pouts his face into mine. It’s been a
while you know. . .
Jide kept his face into mine for like five minutes
and who knows how much he would have stayed till a
petrol tanker flashed its red lights and that crazy
sound the horn always make.
“You might want to keep your eyes more on the road
you know!” I winked at him and he readjusted.
“Hmmmm, never mind me, you always intrigued me
anytime. Those eyes, those legs, that face, that
brain, that woman! Seriously, what went wrong
between us?”
“Exactly what I need you to stop! You flirting with
me Jide, not nice!”
“And you enjoying every bit!”
Now I couldn’t hold my laughter. He caught me, I
was really enjoying it. I love it when a guy flirts
with me especially an ex! It’s not only me I guess.
Most ladies like it! When an ex can hide the fact
that he still got dibs for you, it makes your head
wanna pop but really, you don’t wanna go down that
road!
Wild thoughts began to run through my mind! Hmmmm,
bad girl! The worst thing that could ever happen in
this SUV right now is to have that awesome
experience! Well, yeah! Amaka tells me about having
a sexual affair with an ex and how awesome it
always feels shacking up with an ex. Many strings
attached, less emotions involved! I want to try it
some day. I love to try new things you know!
“So where are you off to?” Jide asked, breaking the
silence!
“Well, I’m travelling.”
“To?”
“And why should I tell you?”

“Because I know you really do wanna tell me right
now.”

“And why would I want to do that?”

“Well for many reasons like you in my car right now
and I need to know where you going.”

“Hmmmmm” I sighed out licking my lips.

“What?” he said, smiling.

“212 Men!”

Now he couldn’t contain the excitement; he
chuckled! “You still remember that?”

“Yeah. And I can smell that too!”

“Wow! You intriguing the more!”

“When will you ever change that cologne?”

“Will I ever?. . .”

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“Leave me alone! You hurting me!”
I was screaming loud, hitting him and was sobbing
but he never gave a damn.

I remembered the day Sola molested me. He never
slept with me but he rumpled with my body. I
remembered getting tired of hitting him that I just
laid there at a point and allowed him have his way
till he gets tired if he ever does!

We just finished sharing a nice meal of roasted
plantain popularly referred to as boli and
groundnut and a bottle of coke and I guessed he
missed his with an half bottle of ‘Osomo’. I got
busy surfing the net and Sola began getting cozy
with his mouth to my ears like a dog licking
another dog’s ear wound. I told him to stop; he did
and later on continued and this time, he was like a
beast. Like I’ve never seen him before. He was
voraciously eating my ears like a dessert; his
hands on my breasts; then his mouth. I couldn’t
take it anymore! I screamed silently sobbing. He
stopped and went silent like a molester acting
sober. I took my bag to take my leave.

“I’m really sorry. I’m not like this. I have just
missed you.”

I was silent. It felt stupid hearing a guy I was
never having an affair with talking about missing
me like as if we’ve been sleeping with each other
or touring with each other’s bodies. Some guys are
beasts and it so sad have met more beasts in a
lifetime.

“At least if you must leave, can you wait while I
get you something to comb your hair?”

I wasn’t angry, in fact, I couldn’t feel anything
whether annoyance, hate or anger. The truth is, a
guy who can harass or molest, can rape and hell be
let loosed if someone ever claims this guy can't
rape!

He went in with my bag as a security measure for me
not leaving by the time he returns. I took the
brush, ran it through my weave, he continued to
apologize till I made my leave.

He called my phone endlessly, sending texts but who
cares for an apology over a cloth that has been
rumpled afterall there's no light to iron it. I can
only wish he becomes a better person and learned to
be faithful to his girlfriend. How I wished he had
tried it with Amaka, he'd have been in the 'market'
by now. Mad girl!

All things being said, no grudges or unforgiveness
harboured but that was the last day I was going to
speak to him.

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