WILL I SEE HIM AGAIN?

Today was really hot. I mean, everyday has been hot in recent times but this particular day, ha! the heat didn't come to play. So I needed something cold to calm me down from the inside. 

After being home all day, I decided to just take this evening walk, hopefully there would be cool breeze and I'd feel a bit better. 

Well, there wasn't cool breeze, so I opted for a cold drink, I entered a mart just inside my estate and headed to the standing chiller, indecisive about which sugar poison I was going to pick, and I opted for Teem lemon drink, deceiving myself that it was bitter, lol. 

I processed to pay, and that was when I saw him. 

Fine figure of a man! 

Our eyes didn't meet so I took the time to drink in his presence, he looked up. I looked away. I paid the cashier and asked for a straw. I was about walking out when I looked again and saw him struggling with bags. Well, someone came shopping! 

The laptop was about to fall. So, Enter Me! 

I saved the laptop, and offered to help with some of the stuff since the cashier was busy and there was no other employee, I mean, like I said, it's a mini mart. 

We walked out, he was mumbling thanks and I was pretending not to hear. Till he said, “here we are, “ In front of a mate black car. 

“Oh, okay”, I said and dropped the things on the floor while he opened the back seat and loaded them. 

I started to walk away.. 

“ Hey, excuse me, “

He called. I turned around, straw in my mouth. 

“Yeah”

“You didn't give me a chance to say thank you”

“You are welcome”, I smiled. 

He was visibly confused. I turned around and then heard his car rev up. He drove the other way. 

I smiled, in igberaga. Because later I'll be asking why I'm still single. 

What specie of ogbanje is worrying me that I acted like a mumu?

Maybe I'll see him again, make I use that one console myself 😭


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