On a street not far from yours, lived an everyday girl, who also doubled as a slay queen and head turner. Under the fading light of the evening sun, with gentle breeze and childish giggles in the air, is a party happening. It is the celebration of a marriage, and there she was basking in the melodious tunes of the party band as it ascends to a climax.
At that same party was a young man who couldn’t take his eyes off the dancing Damsel. He was no prince but was fine enough to be a Demon. “Demon”, her brain screamed in acknowledgement of what she already knew. But her heart was doing the somersault. It was turmoil inside of her. Her feet kept up with the music, unbothered with the war inside. Her face remained lit. LIT!
He walked towards her, letting his feet speak the same language as hers. And together they danced the evening into the night. She kicked her shoes off in total abandon. They weren’t glassy like Cinderella’s; they were just rubber slippers – the kind that women are quick to substitute their heels for after wearing one for hours.
Party bystanders looked on, in enjoyment of the dance romance unfolding before their eyes. “Lovely couple”, they complimented in a wishy tone. A few women were seen throwing evil glances at them. She just stole another brother they could have hitched. She couldn’t be bothered.
As the music took a mellower tune, he looked at her in awe. He was marvelled by her open disposition and the make-up streaked happiness that brightened her face. “I’m Dotun”, he finally said, introducing himself. “Veronica”, she said in a whispery tone. Taking in the sound of her voice, its feathery sound, like gentle breeze on a Harmattan evening, he popped the question. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
The question throws her off-balance. Her heart skips as she gulps in air, stalling for time so she can find her voice.
“No”, she said.
He smiled as an echo of silence passed between them.
Her thoughts: He looks like he is scouting for a girlfriend
His thoughts: She is really beautiful.
Skeptical, almost unsure, like he needed to gauge her next reaction, he said “You’re really beautiful. Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend? I’m asking for a friend; come, let me introduce you to him. He is a gentleman.”
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jesu!!😂😂
Amazing Write-up, God bless the small head of yours to keep entertaining us
Though would have loved you took the story a bit further or better still, give us a second part; All-in-All, story line is simply fantastic and on-point, looking forward to the next.
Thanks Niyi! I’m glad you still have the patience to read my stories. Hehehe! Ara o kin tan nile alara.
I’ve had a few responses in line with that. The stories as just one entire story is deliberate. ‘Lazy’ reader that I am, when a story is in series, I don’t go back to reading it. I love reading it all at a go. I figure there must be people like me out there. So I tailored my stories to that audience.
However what I can do is have a trial run. I’ll do one series for December, and use the responses to decide if to continue or stay with the status quo.
Thanks for the wonderful feedback Niyi.