Adventures To Love - Episode 1

 

“Abeg o, na God I use take beg… mama Nneka leave me this morning.” I was awakened by a vague unfamiliar voice. I thought to myself, who left my television on at the crack of dawn? PHCN bill go high this month. A little chuckling at myself had me coughing. I could feel the warmth of the early morning sun on my face. STOP! Where am I? A question I could not answer. I opened my eyes slowly trying not to get blinded by the rays of vitamin D. To my surprise, I saw a huge flat screen TV staring down at me. Last time I checked, I no get flat screen way big like that. Oh my, this wasn’t my room… not my bed, and definitely not my house. 

 

“Good morning beautiful.” A deep Barry White like voice with a mix of Boj said behind me. I could tell the beholder stood far away because it almost sounded as if I was dreaming. “How was your night?” I could tell I was not dreaming as the voice sounded more firm and a tad bit familiar.

A little squeal escaped from my mouth as I tried faking that I was still asleep. I said to myself, “Adesewa, what have you done?” I turned around to answer the question. I noticed how soft the bed was, the feeling of silk on my skin was amazing, and … what? I still have my clothes on from last night. A flash back of a typical Friday night in the streets of Lagos, “chopping life” as my friends would say came flooding in. I drank too much… “Chai Sewa, Adesewa” calling my name in my mother’s mannerisms.

“I said Good morning.” The deep voice was much closer now. I tried getting up, it was awful; the worst hangover ever. My head felt as I had been in one of those Yoruba movies beat down with those their fake punching sounds. It hurts; another squeal escapes again, this time much louder.  “Here, drink this. It will relief the pain.” As I look up, Omo e be like say na statue of a Greek god I dey see so. I wiped my eyes but no difference… The bros fine die.

My jaw dropped and from the feel of things e be like say headache waka commot! I cupped my hand to receive what he had to give me. I was already drooling at the sight in front of me. Tall, dark and handsome. Every girls dream well except mine. I like them lighter. But truth be told he was good looking.  I collected the bottle of pills, read the name on the bottle and surveyed it before taking them.

“My name is Olabode Thomas but you can call me Bode.” In my head I was trying to figure out where the nearest exit was so I could sprint out like Usain Bolt.

“Hi, Sewa.” I said as I got up, looking for the other pair of my new Christian Louboutin spikes shoes that came in last week from the states.  I held the other pair close to my stomach that was making all sorts of sounds.

“Here you go.” he handed me the pair I was looking for. How I must have looked, looking for the shoes with a grumbling stomach. How sexy abi? Here I was in a stranger’s house, trying to get my things together and I was totally ignoring this Greek god standing two feet away from me. I could feel his eyes focused on me and him imagining, “Wetin dey do this babe?”  I grabbed my bag and shoes and headed for the door.
“Whoa! Wait, have something to eat before you go, I can drop you off later.” He cuts in front of me.
“No thank you, I think I have over stayed my welcome.”

“What welcome? Well I haven’t even welcomed you yet.”
“I’m sorry I intruded on your privacy, I’m sure your family will be very upset. I’ll take my leave quietly.”
“Oh… I stay here by myself, this is my house.”

“Thank you for yesterday. Mr.?” I tried to remember what he called himself.
“Call me Bode. I tried to get your address so I could drop you off but you fell asleep.”

Finally, I gave in to this guy oh. Did I mention how fine he was and how ripped he was? E be like say na him house them build gym put. I followed him out of his bedroom to a gorgeously decorated living room. He led the way further into his dining area.  He pulled out a chair and gestured for me take a seat. I was wondering what type of scope he wanted used on me. I had seen way too many but this one was definitely not familiar. Trust my ever ready brain to start shooting for ideas. He set a tray on the table and served me. Impressive wooing skills. I looked at him, amazed. He gestured for me to eat, I did and the food was delicious. I chop like say I never see food before for my life.

After thirty minutes of talking to this guy about last night, I looked at the time and yelled. “I’m dead!” I totally forgot about the meeting I had with my sister. She would kill me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I have to go… I have a meeting.”
 
“Let me drop you off.” he was the first to get up.

I had no other choice but to say yes because I had left my car at the club last night.
“Okay, thanks” I said

He went to collect his keys and we headed out.

TO BE CONTINUED