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Once again I apologise profusely for the error in the order of these posts, I'd be more careful next time! As I explained before, this should go between Parts 5 and 6 and then the story would continue as normal from part 7 on Wednesday.
As she reaches the ladies, Kemi realises that her heart rate is elevated, pupils dilated and palms are sweaty. Yes ladies and gentlemen, she is in love! Quickly she whips out her blackberry and types a message to “The Girls” in their group chat.
Kemi:
Guysssss, such a situation! At Amaranto with the Disciple but guess who I just
saw??
Steph:
Vic O??
Remy:
Jide??
Nkechi:
Who??
Kemi:
No, this is serious guys, THE SUITOR IS HERE! And I just blew it! (Goes into
detailed explanation of what just went down, with vast exaggeration of course.)
Steph:
L.O.L Babe, I can just imagine you trying to shake his hand, YOU WAVED?! The
worst!
Nkechi:
Aww, don’t worry, just go back over and talk to him again. I’m sure he didn’t
notice because you look hot!! Yes I had
sent the group pictures of all my outfit options earlier that evening, who
doesn’t do that??
Bless
Nkechi, she had the confidence that all girls desired and could strike up
conversation with any guy at a bar, no problem. Even the ones twice her age.
Remy:
You dulled! Don’t let me even talk too much, if you don’t redeem yourself you
will be exiled from the group! Only sure babes allowed.
Sigh, what a conundrum.
Kemi
had decided, she would go back to the table and talk to him just like Nkechi
suggested, how hard could it possible be? If he is to be the father of her
first born son, and he is, then it must be so. Head up, chest out, walk tall and seductively you goddess you! And
walk she does, and she keeps walking, right past the table that The Suitor is
on until she reaches her table where The Disciple has been patiently waiting. Yea, the time was just not right, maybe in
thirty minutes.
The
Disciple: You girls and your bathroom breaks sha, what took you so long?
Kemi:
Ahh, are you timing me now or something?
Suddenly
a waiter comes up to her table holding a Daiquiri
Waiter:
From the gentleman in blue at the bar, he asks that you grant him just 5 miutes
of your time.
Yes Lord, my wedding bells
are finally ringing! **in tune** It shall be permanent! It shall be permanent!
Oooh it shall be permanent! It shall be permanent!
Looking
back to the other table, she realised that all the other boys were gone.
Kemi:
To The Disciple: Do you mind? Let me just see what he wants, id be back in 2
minutes.
The
Disciple: Sure, but don’t waste too much time oh. They’re even closing soon.
15 minutes later.
Kemi
had become so engrossed in her conversation with The Suitor that she completely
forgot The Disciple sitting at the other table waiting for her to return in
‘two’ minutes. He’s Nigerian now; he
should know that two minutes never equals 120 seconds. As they laughed and
flirted shamelessly the bartender asked them for their last orders as the bar
would be closing soon. That was when it happened. The Disciple, obviously riled
by the competition and clearly drunk, noisily made his way to the bar.
Disciple:
Get your hands off my girlfriend mate!
Nitori Olorun, bobo yi fe koba
mi sha! (This boy wants to put me in trouble oh!) Girl-what?!
The
Suitor looks at his hand placed so carefully on Kemi’s lower back and back up
at The Disciple
Suitor:
She’s your girlfriend? She never said she had a man.
Kemi:
That’s because he’s not. I don’t. I
don’t, I don’t! Why, for the love of all things good, is this boy trying to
ruin my future!
And
before she could say anything more there was a loud thud. The Disciple punched The
Suitor right in the jaw! War breaks out between them, well more like a scuffle but
this is a disaster! Some people are trying to separate the guys but someone
else is pulling at her arm, what do they
want?? Can’t they see I’m praying to Jehovah that this is all a dream?
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