Me. And then Some.

xxx
Fabulo-la


P.S Just as I was about to write this post, 'said' person called me. Creepy or what?
P.P.S Aloisa is the other me ;)
P.P.P.S I am not in Nigeria o guys! Last post was JUST a story. Totally Fiction. I promise!

I am home, in my father's house. I haven't been here in a few years. The stress of school really did get to me. So I am home, resting. Relaxing. I need to recoup. Recharge, before the next leg.
All I plan to do, is cook (only for my father o!), sleep and wii all day with my little brother. That is the plan.
This evening while lounging on the balcony reading Myne's new book, my mum asked me to go and buy bread, since the house will be full tomorrow. You see, there happens to be a bakery right behind our house. Anytime we need bread, we just call.
Reluctantly, I put my book down, and proceed to my room to change clothes. But then I decide against it.
Its dark out, why bother.
Besides its only a 7 minute walk. With my sweats, tank and scarf on my head, I proceed to buy N200 worth of bread.

Big mistake.

I buy the bread alright, without revealing too much yankee accent. Just as I turn to leave, I see a woman selling agbado (roasted corn). Oh how I have missed those things.
N250 and 4 agbados later, I proceed to walk back home.
But there is a problem. I have a big bag of N200 bread in one hand and a 5 agbados wrapped in old newspaper in the other hand. There is no way to make this cute. So, resigned to my 7 minutes of uncuteness, I slide my arm into the plastic bag of bread, to sit in the crook of my elbow. Like how those hollywood girls do when they carry their oversize purses. With that, I am free to munch on agbado as I walk home. The only difference between me and omo iya alata, is that I have my hands free ear piece in one ear.
The agbado tastes heavenly. Burnt just enough that it crunches with each bite.
Just as I cross the road, I hear a car honking loudly, trying to get my attention. Like the true snob that I am, I totally ignore it. But then I hear, Fabulo-la! Fabulo-la!
*Dead*
Who is mannerless idiot that is calling me out?
And then I see him. Him.
The one I gave my heart to on a platter of gold.
The one I was willing to cook, clean and die for.
Yes it was that intense.
Until he dropped me like hot amala.
For her.

I stop dead in my tracks wishing fervently that I had at least changed my clothes. You know that sexy summery dress I have been looking forward to wearing? NOW would have been the time to be caught wearing it.
"Hey Fabulo-la! Didn't know you were in town."
I self consciously wipe corn from my mouth.
"Yea..err 'twas a last minute thing."
"Hi!" she chirps to me from the passenger seat. "I've heard so much about you"
Her perfectly curled lace front locks mock my leopard print scarf.
"Right ..err yeah."
"Need a ride home?" He asks me.
'No!' I say a little too quickly.
"You sure?"
Is he kidding? "No thats ok" I prefer to lick my wounds by myself thank you very much.
"Well then", he says to me. "You around for a while?"
As he says that, I catch him rubbing her knee. He used to do that to me. The slow movements of his hand..
"Yea... only a coupla weeks though"
"Ok then, we are on our way out. You doing anything? You should come".
"Yea! Would be fun!" his perky sidekick chirps in.
Is he kidding? This is the part where I straighten my back and try to regain my dignity.
"S'alright. Already got plans". I insert my yankee accent here, in an attempt to snob them.
"Ok then, see you around?"
"Yea.. yea.."
"It was nice to meet you!" Her perkiness is irritating.

With that, he releases the clutch and zooms off. I can only stare after them.
I look down at my sweats, the bread. The agbado.

All of a sudden, it has lost its appeal...