I struggled to open my eyes like there was an external force not wanting me to. But I eventually did. Although, I couldn’t open them wide, because I had no much strength in me. Then, I tried to understand the blur mobile images and structures I barely could see. I couldn’t figure them out. So, I had to shut them again.
There was a long thick darkness at first after we heard a loud gunshot. It was like the sound emanated from my ears, so loud and deafening.
Several minutes after the sound, I started hearing distinct voices like robots’. Only one sharp tiny voice I thought I recognized sliced through the air. I tried to know whose voice it was, so I waited to hear it again, but it didn’t come. I was so confused how everywhere suddenly became so dark.
Not quite long after I started hearing the distinct voices, I suddenly felt weightless like someone in a lift. I tried to become weighty again but to no avail. Within a few seconds, I suddenly could feel my weight again.
Everything was happening within a twinkle of an eye. Before I knew what was happening, I started moving with a great speed and a long rhythmic robotic sound followed. The distinct voices faded away after a quick slam like a clap of the hand.
I wondered why I was moving with such speed when I couldn’t feel any external force pushing me. All I knew was I laid on a bed-like object. What I was laying on was swerving to the left and right intermittently. Sometimes, I would feel a sudden halt like a driver applied a sudden brake.
Funke and I had spent all day together in my apartment. She always came around mostly when I had a day or two off from work. “Running a photo studio is so hectic baby. Whenever I’m free, I’ll call you.” This had always been my anthem whenever she complained of my busy schedules.
I called her on Thursday, three days back, that I would leave the remains of the job for my boys, so Friday and Saturday would be for her. The sound of her subtle voice tickled me somewhere in my heart when she spoke and then smiled. Well, I knew she would smile radiantly. It was her wont. She couldn’t help but smile always.
Although she came in the evening of the Friday because her dad’s flight was delayed until noon, the moment we spent within those few hours are memorable.
“Since you won’t be going to work tomorrow, I will sleep over.” She winked at me.
My lips grew wider and my smile, she always confessed tickled her, glowed across my face.
It was only when she came around that my apartment was always thoroughly clean. She was allergic to dirt. I raised a brow and a side of my mouth to show how surprised I was when she got to clean my apartment for the first time. I did not believe my eyes. Who would ever believe that a Yoruba lady would ever be taught cleanliness as part of charity she learnt from her mother?
“What’s that smell? Have you had your bath?”
Before I nodded my head to mean no, she said with that authoritative tune that made me smile from my heart. “Oya, climb my back, dirty boy. I’m taking you to the bathroom right away.” She set her back and beckoned on me to climb.
“Abeg, I can not coman kill somebody o.” I said laughing.
She hissed and then laughed almost immediately. “Enter jor!" She wanted to prove me wrong that she wasn’t omo-mummy.
I climbed immediately. She didn’t take three clear steps before we both fell. I laughed until my tummy started to ache. I even started laughing as she was staggering before the fall. When she saw that my laughter wasn’t going to end soon, she pounced on me and started beating me playfully. That was how the play led to another after taking my bath until late in the night. We woke up in each other’s arms on Saturday morning.
Funke laid on me after our usual morning kiss whenever we slept together. She wanted to go naughty.
“Have you heard from dad?” I interrupted.
“Oh yea, we spoke when you were taking your bath.”
We prayed afterwards and then laid back on the bed again.
She often like me to massage her shoulders, and move down her ribs, waist, and then her feet. “I feel safe when my man does all those to me.” She had told me earlier when we were getting to know each other.
I pulled out a wine and a wine cup from my bed-side fridge. Wine never got scarce in that fridge because it was my companion when I worked late into the night editing pictures or videos. Her eyes glowed in adoration and admiration when I handed the wine cup to her. We stared at each other for a while. She was amused while I smiled.
“Sip it while I massage your feet.” My baritone voice disturbed the peace of the romance we were transferring to each other. Maybe it even made it all sexier.
She closed her eyes as she took the first sip. And then opened her eyes, which emanated rays of sexiness, slowly. I felt her warm palm on my right hand when I grabbed her left foot. She held me with her left hand and dropped the wine on a side stool with her right hand. She pulled me to herself, and before I got my balance, she had rolled me over and had laid on me. Some quantity of wine was in her mouth which she released in mine as we kissed passionately.
“I love you” She said when we had to catch out breath. Her eyes obviously glowed with passion.
I rolled her over when we started to kiss again. I held her hands above her head and started to kiss her down to her feet. The world was hers that moment. I felt it.
“Let me finish up with the massage.” I handed her the glass of wine back to her as she sat up.
We had our breakfast after 11am. It was long and enjoyable. We both played games, solved puzzled. And around 2pm, she started going through the pictures in my laptop.
I never dated a Yoruba lady all my life. But how I met Funke was crazy. How we started dating was even crazier. And I smiled whenever I watched her flaunt her middle finger which I ringed two months ago.
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