I stepped out of the bus, adjusted my suit and started my walk to my department, the Music Department of the almighty Obafemi Awolowo University. As I crossed over to the other side, just in front of Oduduwa Hall, I sighted this beautiful lady ahead who was dressed as gorgeous as mine. A little different from the slim figure that would normally catch most guys attention, she was plump and chocolate in complexion and her eyes shone bright. She had a combination of beauty and decency that I rarely see. I had to take a second look. I took a quick gaze and continued as though nothing happened.
In my heart, I wished I could get a chance to meet her, perhaps this will be the beginning of a great romantic story, or at least give her a compliment on her beauty or something close but was not sure of the reception; so I decided to just walk by. I was now like four foot step from where she stood.
I had decided to just walk on, into the future, perhaps, never to cross part with her again, like the many times I’ve had to do that and was still thinking of how to take my last gaze when I heard “Excuse me”.” Today must be Christmas”, I thought. Did she catch me staring at her? Or did she find me attractive too? Or is it God making all these work together for my good? “Ride on Lord”, I said with all humility.
I turned towards the sweetness of the voice in anticipation of hearing a compliment from her or something that would at least bring us together, only to see her pull out this magazine from her bag. Instantly, I knew what magazine it was-“Watchtower” of the Jehovah Witnesses. It was the same I had seen over and over and I almost hissed.
“I’ll like you to have this sir”, she said, as I tried not to pay too much attention to the beauty that was oozing out of her face. ” I’ll like you to go through it sir” she added, “of course”, I said.
With that, even though I was handsome myself, it was certain it was not the case of her admiring me and we might never even meet again. Even though my fantasies could not be materialized, at least the one minute we spent was interesting. All you see everyday is one of these harlot looking ‘prostitutely’ dressed half-naked stupid girls opening their empty brains covered with Brazilian hair asking you ” Is it going my way?. Here was one with a difference, and I had to appreciate her.
Of course, I collected the magazine. Of course, I read it cover to cover. Of course, I still pass the same spot on monday mornings to see if I’d catch her in sight. But I never did again.
(C) 2015, Imisioluwa.
Mostly ladies do not know that many guys still appreciate a decent lady better.
Personally, I’m not cool with seeing a lady’s breast and laps every now and then. Even if I’m going to marry you, at least, create some anticipation, some expectation, a suspense, something to look forward to. If you open your chest to get my attention, what will you use to sustain it. Afterall, faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen. And I like to be a man of faith. Don’t just display everything as if you’re doing promo. And like I tell them, even if you leave indecent dressing and start dressing naked, you can’t get all the guys in this world; some of us will still be faithful. You’re just doing free show and when you’re tired, when the ‘law of diminishing returns’ sets in and the whole thing has become saggy like my Grandma’s own, you’ll put your cloths back on.
#IamImisioluwa, and this is not a laughing matter.
Enjoy your evening.
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