Thursday, 31 May 2018

SPRUNG DIARIES (Chapter 5)

She noticed my absent mindedness, and tried engaging me in a convo.
She; (smiling) so tell me, what type of job do you do ?, I’m sure your boss must be a very understanding man…
Me: Well, I’m a business development executive. My company is affiliated to a university based in the United Kingdom, Edinburgh to be precise..
She; (looking delighted) oh that’s nice!.
She, still wanting to pop in another question…
Me: Erm, jasmine, pls could u give me a sec?.. I need to get to the gents, I’m pressed.
She: Ok Chris..
The truth was I never felt pressed, I was at ease.. To use the toilet was the least of my troubles at that point in time. I took that excuse from her presence to clear my head and to quickly figure out an escape plan.
Firstly, I needed to act Smart. You see, although I had feelings for this girl, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin the way she felt about me. I never wanted her to remember me as the guy who made her scrub the ground and wash dishes due to his inability to pay for a dinner date he invited her for.   I tapped my pockets to see if my phones where intact, so as not to leave anything behind as I was close to pulling off a James Bond  from a Mission Impossible. Tapping my pocket, I discovered it was only my torchlight phone that was there, apparently I forgot my Microsoft (main phone) on the table. This discovery totally destabilized my escape plan..
“My God!, now what next”?….Time was ticking fast.. I was left with about 8mins, to find a solution to the mess I was in, or to be braced up to experience the most embarrassing & regrettable day of my life. I spent about 2mins with an obscene façade, and  sought deep for a solution. Like Jimmy Neutron, I constantly repeated the words; ‘think, think THINK!. I constantly meditated upon those words hoping to get a solution.
Jasmine must be worried about my absence, I thought. I finally left the rest room back to the table with a look that depicted defeat.
She: Oh Chris!, what took you so long?, what hap- (cutting her short, i interrupted);
‘Nothing really, a call came through while I was  at the restroom.. (only if she new what really happened, & how God prevented me from doing something quite nasty to her, I thought).
Having taken my seat, I asked her the most puzzling question on my mind;
‘So jasmine, tell me, why did you choose this restaurant? What’s so unique about this place? (truth is that the restaurant was unique, but I only asked her that because I was beginning to think the whole arrangement & venue location was a setup, probably to fall my hand).
She; when I was but a child, my parents brought me here every Sunday for brunch, together with my siblings. I can still remember those times as if it was yesterday, how i and my siblings played around the corridors, and I can still perceive the sprayed aura of the furniture just as it smelled back then.
Me: That’s amazing, (i became really sober, & sorry for putting this damsel in the mess that was fast approaching. She’s got a pure heart, and genuine reason for bringing me here. She came to spend one of her most memorable childhood moments with me..). How lovely.
Her fairy tale-like & captivating response to my question, sparked up an idea in me. An idea I hoped would solve the fix i was in.
You see, everybody has that friend they can reach out to whenever they are in need. Although I have never asked this my friend for money before, I had to suppress my ego and dial his number that evening. After-all, a friend in need is one indeed.
Once again, I asked for an excuse from jasmine, and went out to dial my friend; ‘Nnamdi’. Luckily, he picked at the first ring. The following conversation transpired between us in pidgin;
Me; Nnamdi my guy, how far Na?, how u dey?
Nna; broda, I dey oh.. Where u dey like dis?
Me; Omo I dey Benin oh.. I dey with one babe like that. (he, interrupting my speech, begins to laugh & hail me)
Nna; Heyyyy oga boss!!!! Na u big oh!, so you leave Lagos go all the way to Benin to see woman!!!.. Chai. (laughing hysterically)
Me; LOL !, guy! U no go understand. But guy, no be the reason way make me call u be that oh, see, I need ur help urgently.
Nna; ha! Wetin happen my guy?
Me: Omo, I need money oh… , just like 7k, (not even waiting for him to reply, I chipped in) I will pay you back, first thing tomorrow morning.
Nna; *sigh (hmm), broda, I dey broke like dis oh, my oga never pay us our salary for work sef, I nev—- ( feeling irritated and disappointed, I immediately cut the call on him).
What nonsense!!!, I should have known better, Igbo guys are stingy, I thought. Still furious & ashamed of myself at the outcome of the call, a far more worse feeling came into my mind.. It was a combination of the sense of frustration, defeat, rejection, and disappointment. As I walked back into the restaurant, what did I see??… It was the waitress walking in with the dished meals, the orders were so heavy that it took  two waitress to carry it to our table.
At that moment I felt weak, I couldn’t take another step. I wished I had the ability of one of the characters of Penta-ghost, who holds tight his nose and disappears whenever faced with danger. Better still, i wished I could just pull up a harry potter on them and go ; ‘DIAGON-ALLY’, but all were just mere wishes, here was reality staring me right in the face. My body began to shiver, I felt paralyzed!!

SPRUNG DIARIES (Chapter 4)

Entering into the restaurant, there was this aura of serenity that welcomed us. We were ushered in by the bar man to a hall full of table and chairs. The sky was getting dark. The hall was empty, and chilled, having all It’s AC’s on the max . Apparently we were the only ones there. We selected a warm corner of the hall, a place where the fangs of the boisterous standing air conditioners couldn’t ice us. I felt thrilled..
The waitress walked in. She was a fair short lady with an igbo-tic intonation.
Waitress: Good evening sir!, (holding the a la carte) what may we offer you?.
Nodding at jasmine, I signaled her to make her choice while I picked my phone to reply my WhatsApp messages.
I was deeply engrossed in those few minutes of replying my messages, that I didn’t pay attention to jasmines selections. During those few minutes I knew I was feeling very uncomfortable. My ears were relaying a message to my brain that an impending danger was arising, but due to my engrossment with the messages my cerebrum didn’t grasp the signal.  I finally paid attention to my ears, when I did what did I hear?…
” I want jollof, coleslaw, asun meat + chicken grills, and dodo”… when she was done I smiled & asked her is that all? She paused for like 5 seconds, glancing through the list again, she then made a final addition, ” pls add the orange juice to it”. I smiled. She then asked; what about you?,
Me: (collecting the list to make my choice, something struck my eye,….
the PRICES on each item) I began sweating..in a room full of iced air, was I falling sick??,… I was still lost in a galaxy of thoughts on the next move to make…..why you may ask?, after all it has always been ‘money no be problem’….
You see, this was my first time of coming to this restaurant. I neva knew this place was made for the super rich men, politicians, and the infamous G-boys of Benin city.
I immediately developed a retentive memory and recalled all what I heard jasmine pick, so as to see what it totalled ;
Jollof- 1500
Asun meat- 2000
Coles law- 1400
Grilled chicken- 2500
Dodo-1000
Orange juice- 1500
making a total of ;…….. (do the maths and see for yourself), not forgetting I had only 3000 on my debit card.
Still in those few seconds, I put on that serious look of being in a selection mood, still glancing through the a la carte, I questioned my 6th sense, ” what do I do?”
Truth is I could afford all these for jasmine, and many more, but at that moment I couldn’t, because I was in a serious fix. I couldn’t tell jasmine what was going on, NO!. It would change her perspective of me being a ‘great’ guy. Knowing fully well that one doesn’t have a second chance to make a first impression, I played along with the mess I found myself in.
Waitress; sir? Have you made your selection?
Me: Errm, (facing jasmine) I don’t think I like what am seeing here! I would have preferred Irish potatoes(chips) and sausages. (truth was I badly wanted Fried rice, salad with chicken, but knowing the prices, I had to form something I knew I never wanted to eat, and wasn’t On the menu). I’ll just join you with the juice, besides I ate something while I was at Ekhenuwa (2nd lie… but you see, I couldn’t avoid this lies, if not the loses will have been greater than the titanic)
Jasmine: Oh!! Okay dear
Waitress: Ok sir! Your dishes will be ready in the next 20 minutes.
Me: ( looking surprised) why that long?
Jasmine; they have to prepare, micro wave, etc..
Me; ok.
(lost in my thoughts.., ‘so I just have 20 minutes to pull one of the greatest come-backs in history, probably greater than what Barcelona pulled off against PSG in their 6-1 thrashing’..)
I still couldn’t think of what to do. Looking and smiling at jasmine I thought.. ‘should I Run and leave her to make the payments by herself, NO!, that will be very irresponsible of me to do.. Worst comes to worst: We will both wash the dishes and scrub the floor. I concluded.

SPRUNG DIARIES (Chapter 3)

We were seated all alone in the common room. Once again intimidated by her beauty, I started speaking gibberish. She seemed to understand my state of being, & smiled back at my squabbles. Next thing I said was,: “Jasmine, I don’t like what am wearing, you know am just heading back from ekhenuwa, im not dressed as one going for a dinner date”. ( I was on a red body hug, blue jean, a blue sweater strapped round my neck, and a Yeezy boot).
Her reply: You look good Chris, im ok with what you are wearing.
Me: Are you sure dear?, I could always rush back to change into something better?
She: No Chris, I like this! She smiled.
I had no strength left in me, when I caught a glimpse of her smile, I then understood Steve Wonders “isnt she lovely song”, her smile was divine!!. I surrendered to her will.
We came to the front of the medical hostel, hired a taxi to take us straight to palm royal hotel. Once seated in the taxi, next thing I heard was;
Driver; oga your money na #800 o.
Me: (wanting to price the amount to 5H, but felt shy to, because of jasmine) ….800?….o- ( was about to complete the ‘kay’, when jasmine interrupted our discussion)
She: ( in her eloquent, close-to-British accent) ah-han!… ‘driver, it’s 500 we are paying oh!!
Me; (Speaking along as one possessed by an evil spirit, I shouted) : YES OH!! Driver, na 5H I get!!!
Driver: OK!
Seeing how jasmine helped me ‘price’ the T-fare, I admired her originality. “Oh!, such a wife material”, God has surely seen my affliction and sent me a help meet’… All these words were still going through my thoughts when I heard her speak in a whispery but clear tone:
She; you don’t have to be shy you know?
Me; (smiling) im not dear
She: But you are acting shy…
(I was Still thinking of a defensive reply, but nothing was forth coming). As if she knew I was word empty, she came closer to me in the taxi, removed the sweater from my neck, and told me to put it on.  Like a dog who was just given a bone I obliged, by wearing  it hurriedly…
The taxi man having arrived at our destination packed in the garage of the hotel. After giving him a clean, crispy 500 naira note, I told jasmine to wait in the cab, (I wanted to act out a scene I saw in one of those romantic Hollywood movies). I came out from my door-side, quickly walked over to her door end, and opened it with my hands stretched out to her. Well, I don’t Know if I looked romantic, or like a chauffeur, but I think she got the big picture at the end, being : She meant the world to me!

SPRUNG DIARIES (Chapter 2)

Deal day….
Got up in the morning, first thought that came to my mind: ….JASMINE!!. Getting to church, I was warring & bringing every thought of her unto the obedience of Christ! It was that bad, that I looked around during the sermon to see if she was in the same church I attended, at least maybe as a first timer. Jasmine seemed to occupy every bit of my mind. Eagerly was I anticipating our dinner that evening!!!….
“and we shall dwell in the house of the lord…..for-e”…cudnt wait for the rest bro,… Here we go….. I felt like the Flash..,” Run, Barry, RUN”!!!..I Sped off the auditorium, had to rush off to my lodge, rest, meet up with a friend at the other campus, and finally cap off the day with my new found jewel of inestimable value. I hurried in some flakes, rested for some 20mins, freshened up, and set out to the Ekheunwa campus. I checked my wrist every 5mins, it became to me a new reflex action. 5’0 clock is a reality…. So I thought.
Ekheunwa was a place I had never gone to before. Even back in my school days, nothing made me reach that area of town. I dunno if it was a phobia or    maybe it was just as a result of the miles far apart from where I stayed.
The clouds were getting dark. Here I was, standing at the bus park, called my friends number severally to get the directions to the campus from ring road, all I could get back was: “the number you dialed is not answering”…I can remember hearing this sound from the other side like 10times!!! ‘Where did this girl drop her phone na!!!…*argh* frustrated and grumpy, I left ring-road heading back to the Main campus. Time check; 4.30pm..
Due to the heavy down pour being the raining season, every route back was flooded, it was as if we were crawling our way back to school. The traffic was terrible, it was as tho the famous dark forces of Benin were against me meeting my sent angel. Right there I understood how the biblical character ‘Daniel’ felt when his blessing was delayed by the prince of Persia. My time was already reading, 4.47pm, yet we just got to Uselu,( the market square of Benin). “Oh no! I don’t want to give jasmine a wrong impression about me”…, just when I was still feeling bad about the tortoise kind of movement the shuttle I was in was undergoing, my phone buzzed…. It was jasmine….
She: Pls let’s make it by 5pm.. (by then, time check was 4.56pm)
Me: Ok…am on my way back from ekheunwa…see you shortly..
She: Ok.
I arrived the main gate by 5.20pm.. I couldn’t frown, neither could I laugh, here was my date night blown up in thin air. Two scenarios played out in my head.
1st one was: Should I get back to my lodge, freshen up, get my loaded accounts’ ATM card, with a touch of my irresistible Paco rabanne perfume?
2nd thought was: Or should I just call her to find out if she’s still interested in the dinner  and run right to her. (by the way, I had in my wallet my “waka about” ATM that wasn’t so loaded with cash, but had some little change accrued to the account. I also had some extra  crispy 500 naira notes that summed up to 3000 in my wallet)…. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE???
Well, I chose the 2nd option.. Yes, the one of calling her. I summoned all the courage I could, knew she would have been disappointed at me.. But I still dialed her number all the same…
Me: Hello jasmine (lowkey)
She: Hi Chris! (gentle tone)
Me; sorry dear, I got delayed
She: No problem, where are you?
Me: At main gate….
She: Ok.. Can you come to medical hostel now so we could go together?
Me: (Considering to chip in option 1, but thought if I do it, she might cancel the date, due to the time. Time was already 5:35pm)….. Ok dear, I am coming!!!
She; alright.. * hangs up..
I entered the next available cab, and that was it…. Sped off to medical hostel. Immediately I came out of the cab (not up to 5mins from the previous call) I redialed her line.
Me; im here dear
She: Ok, where actually are you?
Me: The common-room side..
She; ok, you will see me shortly
I quickly Went in to buy yoghurt from the provision store in the C.R’.. Coming out who did I see? Yes… your guess is as good as mine….but only this time, it wasn’t Jasmine… it was my ex I dated back in year 1..
Me: ( beginning to vex for the evil forces of Benin that just wanted to spoil my day by bringing my Ex GF my way. Forcing   a smile out of my façade, I greeted)… Hi Mary! What are you doing here?
Mary: OMG!! ( with her tiny voice) Chris!!!!! (stretching her hands open to hug me)….
Me; (oh no!!! Must it be a hug?, cant she just shake my hands? When I needed the hugs and cuddles she be no gree oo) stretched my hands to receive the hug. Made sure it didn’t last up to 3 seconds.. In those split seconds all my prayer was; ” God, please don’t let jasmine catch me in another ladies arms”. Yes! I didn’t Want to send across a wrong signal of being a Casinova . As God did it, jasmine showed up…..Not during the hug tho, but after the hug. To my surprise, they both knew each other, Yes! they attended the same secondary school in Benin… UDSS!
I couldn’t recall the discussion that proceeded within the 3 of us, all I wanted was to be left alone…. With my jasmine
Our moment finally came.. We were alone.. She had that smile in her face that could melt a mountain, her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sky. I trembled at her beauty. Being very close to her, I observed her skin, they seemed to glow….This must be a goddess, I thought. Princess Diana of wonder woman was no match to her beauty & splendor. Little did I know that jasmine was becoming an obsession, or better still an Addiction to me, but you know what they say…. “not every addiction is a bad thing”!!!

SPRUNG DIARIES (Chapter 1)

I have always been a guy, who wants the best he can get in the opposite sex. Back in the university, in my final year( anatomy), I came across a girl who was in her 200l medical year.  Everything about her was flawless, from her very pretty face, pointed noise, Egyptian eyes & coke bottle shaped figure. I was left speechless. It felt as if I literarily came across an angel. She is everything a guy will dream of. She was complete.
But the only problem was……. I was intimidated by her beauty. Any time I came closer, the right words couldn’t just come out. I felt stupid at times that the only thing I could do was stalk her. I became a helpless romantic. Funny enough, I know she never recognized me.
Days turned to months, months to a year, and that was it. I graduated from the prestigious university, without saying a word, not even “hi” to her. After a while, I forgot about her. And my emotional life went on pretty well.
Not until my clearance for NYSC. Coming back to the university (2years+), I was heading back from seeing a friend off campus when my eyes caught something… was I dreaming? Who was I seeing walking up close to me. It was as if the cardiac muscles surrounding my heart got injected with adrenaline,. ……….It skipped a beat……… I was as a small child, caught in a naughty act, and yet smiling sheepeshly. I was anxious and nervous, yet in those split seconds I had to brace up as a Spartan warrior going for war, because I knew : THIS WAS MY LAST CHANCE to get my dream girl. I encouraged myself….and acted with the confidence of Denzel Washington.
I waved to get her attention. She stopped..
Me: Hi
She; hello
Me: Im chris. A graduate of anatomy. I remember Seeing you back when I was in school. You look prettier than I met you. I have always been an admirer.
She; ( looking startled and shy) thank you!, im jasmine.
Me; ( feeling the Denzell’s charisma in me) so where are you heading to?
She; to see a friend
Me; ok then. Lemme not disturb you. But errm…… I will like to still talk with you, cos I will be leaving in 2 days time. Could I have your number?
She: ( looking surprised , like to say just like that ???, but definitely feeling the boy) ermm…..
Me; I will be ok if you say no… im not forcing you tho..
She ; sure… ok. ( brings out her phone) . Recites it: 0705789……..
Me: (in jazzys voice). Oshee!.. Il send u a WhatsApp message, once I get to my apartment.
She; (with smiles on her face).. COOL!!!.
Getting back to my lodge. I couldn’t but smile. What a fruitful attempt… Yes!!! .. I did it. Yes!  Spoke face to face with her. I felt like Moses.. Or better still, I felt like a man who couldn’t manage a previous 3-square meals who just won a jackpot of 10million naira. I was lost for words. Reminiscing on her beauty, eloquent spoken English, curly hair and fairness, I whispered a prayer….” Lord, let this be the one”.. Then I opened my Whatsapp, searched for her name, saw her pretty DP, immediately saved it, and then started chatting with her….
Me:  Hey dear
it’s chris
She; oh cool
Me: I dunno how you do it tho, but you are prettier than when I last saw you & younger.
She: Awww… lol.. What can I say? It’s God
Me; I have always wanted to tell you this.
She; since when?
Me: ’14. My finals
She: Wow. Thanks
Me: Are you based in Lagos?
She; no.. Benin
She; what happened that you graduated since, and you are just coming to clear?,
Me: I had some issues, + work….
She; what kind of work will you be doing without a certificate?
Me; I know right? Well, I told my boss everything, and he’s quite understanding…
Me; jasmine, could we discuss this over lunch/dinner tomorrow? I will like to see you once more before I leave…(hoping for the best, but expecting the worst reply)……..
She; ok… dinner would be good.
Me: (feeling so fly)…. Amazing.. So where would you prefer?…
She; ermm, somewhere in town,cant think of a place now tho, but not somewhere busy. A quiet place.
Me; Great!, but dear, town seems far from here, you know I didn’t drive to Benin…
She; ok. The restaurant at precious palm royal hotel. It’s not far from here. Any taxi driver knows the place.
Me: Ok dear. Time?
She; 5/6pm..
Me; you are amazing… thanks
She; am I???
Me : Aren’t you?
She; lol.. Thank you!.
Gbam!!! Just like that! … I asked her out….. On a date!! And she agreed! I could hear the angels giving me a round of Applause!!!..So many thoughts racing through my mind all in my excited state.. Thoughts like; would I get a kiss from her, or does she want us to lodge afterward in the hotel? ….NO… she’s not a lossse girl.. She’s God fearing….. So I thought… well, I was so eager. Couldn’t wait for the next 24hours before I see her…. Thoughts were still racing through my head…”What will I wear?.. What gift should I come along with?…etc.. All I said to myself at the end was>>>> CHILL! Whatever will be would be…..