It was 2pm on a sunny Friday. Mensah, dressed casually, wearing a blue Polo by Ralph Lauren T-shirt over a pair of chinos trouser,matched with cottage loafers. Sat in his office, not sure of his agenda for the rest of the day. He called on Bibi, his secretary and asked her to cancel his appointments for the day and have his driver bring the car around. He shut down his computer and slipped on his Denim jacket. He checked his phone and noticed he had an unread text message; he read the message, smiled and stepped out of his office. It was so sunny outside; Mensah had to put on his Ray-Ban sunglasses before dashing into the car.
“Drive straight to Plot1259 king-Kong road, Jordan Island”.
Mensah dictated an address from his phone to the driver. He reclined his seat
and flipped through the pages of Business Today Newspaper. Looking up once in every
10 minutes to observe his surrounding before dozing off in a short nap. “We are
there sir.” Mensah was jolted out of his sleep by the voice of his driver. He
looked around, taking in the littlest detail. It was a serene Estate with Identical
Bungalows differentiated by names of fruits. Mensah smiled to himself “This
estate must be owned by a puppet, little wonder Lady Gaga acts like a Watermelon,
so messy yet so juicy”. He stepped out of the car and walked straight to the
entrance of ‘Watermelon’. He knocked on the door but there was no response. He knocked
again, this time the door flew open and standing there, eyes gouging out in
shock, wearing a see-through top without a brassiere, hair shammed up in
bendable rollers, make up free face was Osayi ‘Lady Gaga’ herself.
Mensah moved back to take a good look at her. Osayi stood as
though in a trance. Mensah saw how shocked she was by his presence; he quickly
stepped forward, extending a hand shake and adding. “Hello BEAUTIFUL”. Knowing how
that singular word always got the worst of her. And yes! it brought Osayi back
to reality. With her chest moving rhythmically, she ranted “What in Heaven’s
name are you doing stalking me? How did you find me? Who the hell do you think
you are? How dare you come to my home? What …….”.Mensah interrupted her gently “you
might wanna wear a bra before I answer all your questions”. It suddenly dawned on Osayi that she wasn’t
wearing a bra. She put her hand over her chest and ran inside without locking
the door. Mensah took this as a passport and ushered himself in.
He stood in her living room admiring her taste. She sure had a
good taste for interior decoration. Whilst he was busy feeding his eyes with
pictures splattered on her wall, she appeared. “What insolence” for a moment,
Mensah was shocked too. He turned back to meet her face so close to his; he
could feel her breath fanning his face.
She was so angry she almost spat in his face but Mensah found
her exceptionally sexy and he was aroused by her closeness. He couldn’t hold
the urge to kiss her anymore; he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Osayi
couldn’t believe what was happening between her and this stranger in her living
room. Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t stop him. It was too late, as her
legs had giving in to his touch. She kissed him back hungrily, pulling him
closer to her, begging him not to stop, peeling off his cloths and pushing him
onto the sofa. Mensah obeyed every order. He didn’t stop that moment and he
didn’t stop five years later, as that romantic rendezvous, was the beginning of
a serious relationship between Osayi and Mensah.
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