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THE CHOIR GIRL AND I PART 1
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“Jags”, the voice over the line said…
“Yea”, i replied sleepily, my voice crackled
as i mused.
“I need you to do me a favour” he said. I
could hear the desperation in his voice.
“What could be this guy’s wahala again
na?” ,i thought to myself.
“I’m listening” i said, as i rolled over on my
bed. Obviously i was angry, and i had every
reason to be. Saturday morning is the only
time i get to sleep for as long as i wanted
and i cherished it like a wife. “Where this
one carry him wahala come from sef?” I
muttered to myself.
“I’m at a wedding in Uloho Avenue. We’re
about to begin procession right now. The
problem is, their keyboardist just called
now that they rushed his mum to the
hospital. Can u please come and play?.”
Not again, i thought to myself. I shrugged
and sat upright on my bed.
“Okay…No problem”, i replied, contorting
my face. It was unacceptable that someone
just disturbed my saturday morning sleep
and more so when the person didnt give
me prior knowledge. But then that person
was my musical director. It made it kind of
difficult to say no to him each time he
called me without notice. Despite the fact
that i was rewarded handsomely in every
ocassion, it didnt stop me from getting
angry each time he booty-calls me.
He told me to get ready quickly cos a car
was coming to pick me up, said ‘thank you’
like, 3 or 4 times, then hung up.
I dropped the phone and jumped out of
bed. As i made towards the bathroom i
bumped into my mum.
“Where are u going?” She asked suprised
to see me up that early(well late in some
people’s world since it was 9:48).
“Digwo”, i greeted her firstly…
“Vre do”, she replied,looking at my haggard
shape.
I told her the story as i grabbed my brush
and paste. She shrugged and said “na u
sabi” , and walked off towards her room.
I ran to the bathroom. Sleep had fled.
The driver horned again, this time with
more impatience.
“I’m coming oh” i shouted back. From the
look of things the church might be a big
one so i was dressed to impress. I wore my
black suit with purple long sleeve. I
adjusted my tie and ran off…
“Maami….” i called as i ran out….”mo ti
lo”….i didnt wait for reply. I jumped into the
Camry and the dummy of a driver zoomed
off.
The church was a huge cathedral. I soon
got to locate my m.d who introduced me to
the choir master of the church. After the
formal introductions, the choir master led
me to the instrumentalists unit. I could feel
eyes all over me and immediately my
antenna began searching for the strongest
network. The ladies in the choir were all
beautiful-that was a first. Anyways, I settled
down by the keyboard and the wedding
began.
As the service wore on, i noticed that a fair
girl who seemed to be 18-20 kept staring at
me. I’m someone who likes gazing-games
so i fixed my eyes on her. She was
incredibly beautiful. Built like a goddess.
She had red lips, her boo*bs were full, she
had hips that would make shakira jealous
and from my view point, her a*ss was
okay…i kept glancing at her in intervals.
Soon, their choir gave me a copy of the
anthem they were to render. The anthem
was an alegretto which i could play well.
They sang and i did my job….
Soon the wedding ended, the choir master
came and shook my hand. He thanked me
a lot and gave me an envelope. I quickly
folded it and kept in the ever trustworthy
back pocket. Obviously,my m.d had rushed
off to the reception which meant i had to
go there and meet him. Then the choir
members(mostly the females) came and
started greeting me. I returned the
greetings. Two of them even collected my
numbers….two beautiful ladies, Joy and
Sonia. Then i saw mr camry at the door
giving me a ‘lets-go’ sign. I picked up my
tecno p5 when i heard the sweetest voice
say ..”your performance was incredible.
You played really well. I turned and
behold….twas my goddess…..standing right
in front of me.

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www.naijanoisemakers.com.ng/2018/02/23/choir-girl-part-1/

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