Global Village

Global Village

I used to think that the song “It’s A Small World Afterall” was for children alone to believe. I used to; until recently.
I work for a consultancy firm, and therefore get to travel a lot. I was in Port Harcourt, just over a week ago, where I ran into this beautiful lady who worked for an NGO.
We talked. We had a couple of drinks, nothing heavy. Then we talked in body language, and got to know each other, like ‘Adam knew Eve.’ Since it was supposed to be a ‘chop am, clean mouth’ arrangement, nothing but phone numbers were exchanged. I doubt that we even gave out the right numbers, for we were both tipsy. But I never forget a face.
Last Friday, an NGO concerned with ‘HIV/AIDS among the Nigerian workforce’ (as they put it) visited our office in Lagos, and guess who was supposed to talk about abstinence. A thunder bolt couldn’t have shocked her more than the sight of me in that room; and to my surprise, Omolara (that is her name) was wearing an engagement ring!
She managed a falter of a speech, feeling like the Queen of Hypocritia, praying for the ground to cave in and swallow her up, but our office building was constructed by Julius Berger.
After her lecture of belied lecherousness, she said a hostile hi, and fled with her tail between her rumps.
It’s a small world afterall.