“Undress yourself and lie flat on your back.” He said to me, his tone deceptively calm. I groaned inwardly, because I knew it was going to come to this. I had even prepared myself subconciously- I had on a matching set of lingerie. The a.c hummed in the background while my heart thudded loudly in the room. Years before, I had dreamt of this moment, and longed for this time with him. He hadn’t changed much, nor had he shrinked. He was 6ft3″, with a footballer’s build and Einstein’s brain. He wasn’t exactly the stop-and-stare kind of guy, but one was easily compelled to stop and stare, at his imposing stature, only softened by thick long lashes that surrounded very expressive eyes and his moderately proportioned pink lips that revealed a single dimple in his right cheek whenever he smiled.
Obinna was my first, and my biggest crush ever. He was 28 when we first met and I was a sassy 12year old. His family had recently moved into the flat adjacent ours and our parents had become fast friends. Obi, was an only child and as such, his parents loved having me around. His mom loved cleaning, and really needed me to mess things up.Obi and I became buddies real quick – only then, he was uncle Obi- and I was the midget that shadowed his every step. I remember him pinching my ear when I called his then girlfriend, a heifer – a word I had heard Obi use a zillion times. I cringe everytime I replay that scene – aunty Nneka ceased playing with me that day.
Obi was my role model, my bestfriend and my confidante, and I was the little sister he always wanted. Now that I think of it, I am certain Obi knew I was crushing on him – he just never let on. About five years ago, Obi and his folks relocated to the U.S after he won a lottery – I swear if I could, I would’ve stowed away on their flight. I blatantly refused to say goodbye, and disappeared when it was time to go to the airport
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I was stalling, waiting for something to happen. It was 13.15 and Obi, pardon me Dr. Obi had to go on his lunch break. There I was hopelessly daydreaming and killing time, when outside there was a long queue with seriously sick people waiting to see the good doctor. I don’t know why I didn’t wait to see my doctor – all I can say is, I was in a mad rush to get my checkup done. “Nma-ma, this really doesn’t have to be like this. Just take off your top, and bra, so I can check for lumps.” He said to me again. “Obi, why can’t I see another doctor? I really don’t want you to do this…” I answered, with a set expression on my face.
I wasn’t going to go through with it. No way! To have Obi see me, touch me? Lie lie! I’d rather reschedule and pay some more with money I didn’t have than sit through an intimate examination with Obi – whom I still had a crush on. Choi! I even had all the emails we sent each other in a saved folder called Obi – it was that bad jare. I had followed, scratch that, stalked him on facebook and twitter – with a phony ID ofcourse – so I knew he wasn’t married, and that he had three kids – his daughter whom he named after me.
I just wanted him to know the adult me, maybe he would fall in love with me. I know Obi and he has always been drawn to the creme de la creme, and the almost wraith-like figures of models. He’d never notice me, not even if I wore only water. So there I was once again, daydreaming of something that could never be and spinning fantasies , when uncle Obi was sitting in our living room, with his wife and three children and entertaining us with humorous stories of his chinese suppliers. They had just come in from lagos two nights before, to celebrate the ofala festival and they were staying with us – seeing as he was my dad’s friend.