It was one of those hot afternoons, those lazy afternoons that made you wish you were Antarctica; but since I live in 9ja I settled for my Facebook page. Apparently I had a new message.
‘Hi, you remember me?’ it said.
Well I didn’t but was nonetheless excited that it was a female. At some point you just get choked with all that testosterone of boys all over your timeline. ‘No I don’t, why don’t you remind me?”
I accepted her request and somehow accomplished the Olympian task in manhood of getting her phone number. That day I called her for 5minutes. Not because I had credit, Etisalat had a promo going on. She wasn’t a secondary school friend, no just one of those girls who grew up in my area…those girls who you threw stones at when you were 8years old for no real reason. Then one day they packed out of your district and you forgot they existed because you never saw or heard from them again.
I don’t know about you, but holidays are boring in Minna, so Facebook becomes a friend. I rap, so sometimes I put some lyrics as status updates, just to see people’s comments and know I’ve still got game. One day last December, I realized I had spent 21 years in Minna. I put that as a status update and didn’t get any comment. People are just people you know, they just want you to entertain them, but want nothing of your personal baggage. Sometime later I received a notification that she had commented on my status.
“Ha, that would make you the Governor of Niger State oh!”
Laughing, I replied “No problem, as long as you are my first lady.”
And that was how it started. Come on you know what I’m talking about. Some how, I started addressing her as my ‘first lady’ and she liked it. She liked everything about me. Yeah, I have my fans and everything, but it is still nice to just belong to a person and have that person belong to you. This is new to me, I am a reserved person; I don’t know how to be excited at someone’s call or feel that warmth at the sound of her voice, that was probably why I had failed in past relationships. But this girl made me realize with the right person, a man could be anything.
It’s alarming to find I am not bored with her long phone calls about her day. I savor every whimsical detail. You know how girls are. She’s just a girl, but she’s my girl…
One day I answer her call, with the usual rush of emotions. “My first lady…”
“Ya…em…we have been…I don’t….”
At this point, my heart begins a series of not so subtle somersaults. “What’s the matter?”
“Em, when are you going to come and see me?”
Ha…I relax. I am not ready to leave this girl. That I had been terrified at the possibility amuses me. Some hard guy I am…
I had it all figured out. My semester exams are in a month’s time and her birthday falls within that period. Minna to Abuja is just 2 hours. I am not usually the big show romantic guy but like I said, with the right girl, a guy can be anything. She’s in for a huge surprise.
“Very soon.” I assure her. “I promise.”