“Well, he doesn’t want anything…” She scowls, showing me his picture on the Blackberry. Dark, handsome. He has fake jewellery on his neck, and ear. They are seated at a local bar, at a round table that is covered with a ‘Star’ mat. Green and brown beer bottles litter the table. She is seated beside him, smiling. There are others at the table too. He makes a “Peace” sign.
“When the going was good I presume?”
She nods sullenly, finishing her drink.
“My daughter… She is epileptic.”
She said it so quietly I almost did not hear her. I am too astounded to speak for a while.
“I’m sorry…” I mumble eventually.
She ignores me. We sit there in semi darkness, in silence for a while, listening to each other’s breathing. She has placed her head on my shoulder. I could see she didn’t want to talk in that direction any more.
“What do you wanna study?” I ask as if by the way, effectively going onto less tremolous holdings.
“Law.” she replies, matter of factly. “I have been doing some study at home. Jurisprudence. Lord Denning. Latin. Corruptissima re publica plurimae leges.”
“That’s Terrence. In the most corrupt states are the most laws found,” she interpretes. “Like Nigeria…” she concludes.
“You have a problem with Nigeria?” I tweet, smilingly, rising up.
“Don’t we all? Our lives are messed up. While how we each react, why we do the things we end up doing is a choice, that some people have all our money in their bank account is the root of a lot of evil. It isn’t fair.”
I wonder why I do what I do. Finding no ready answer, I nod in agreement with her and finish my drink.
We reappear at the bar. My friends are waiting.
“The man, make we go o…” they laugh. Three of them. All dressed in work clothes. I had left them in different states of inebriation when I went into VIP, their eyes burning holes in my back. I guess they just danced and drank. They were regulars here. I am the first timer, and rookie.
Saint clings to me and won’t set me free. She is making a scene. I promise to come back soon. We exchange numbers. She asks me to buy her one more drink. I do, and she sits on my lap while my friends finish up their beer. As they round off, Saint asks me if she could go meet up with a friend. She motions at a dark looking character sitting in a lonlely corner. “He always wants me, and no one else” she explains. I say I understand perfectly. She smiles and breathes, “I never do this…” then, kisses me full on the lips. “Please, take care of Christine,” she admonishes.
I nod, smiling. She sashays away with a flourish.
My friends joke as we file out, that as is usual with me, another girl, a stripper this time, has fallen under my charm. I laugh too.
At the exit, I steal a look at her. She is dancing on the lap of her friend now.
She looks up too, and blows me a kiss.