A Mirage part 1

A friend of mine insisted that I attend a women’s lib conference of sorts in Abuja. She had been on my case for 2 years running and I decided to give in. It was a good opportunity to see the sights and buy real good kilishi from the Area 2.

At the MM2 Airport lounge in Lagos, there was this really good looking semi-young Alhaji type. I wasn’t sure whether he was checking me out or looking at someone else. I didn’t want to make it obvious that I was digging him, so I just got up from my seat and sat elsewhere. Even though I had a book in my hand and had my eyes on the print, I couldn’t concentrate. This was a first for me. I could feel eyes behind my neck. I kept up my pretend reading. Next thing I know, I hear a male voice whisper into my ear saying “You’ve been on one page for over 15 minutes. Is the book that hard to read?”. I turned around or rather he came round to stand In front of me. I almost died of embarrassment! I looked up at the man; it was the good looking man again. Close up, he looked even better. He had that shuwarab complexion, curly soft hair, a pointed nose and soft features. “Can I sit with you?”, he asked, “I have about 30 minutes before I board and I’d love to get to know you. There was something electric about you the minute you walked into the lounge. I think you felt it too when you saw me”

“Look Mr. whoever you are, what sort of talk is that? I have no idea what you are talking about. Please can you let me be? I’d rather be alone. I don’t know you”. He sat down beside me. My heart began to race for reasons I can’t understand. He said, “I am confused too”. My religion and culture don’t allow me relate to women the way I just did. I would never sit beside a woman except she was my betrothed or wife. I hissed, ”How does that concern me?” I asked.

“There was something electric I felt when you walked into the lounge, and I know you felt it too! I know this will be a first for you too, it shows. I know that you’re a good woman, and you would be a great lover”. Now I am livid! I got up, gathered my things together and went straight the ladies. After about 30 minutes, I come back to the lounge and find that my Alhaji toaster is gone. I sit down and bring out my book. One of the attendants in the lounge walks up to me and says” I have a message for you, Ma”. She hands me an envelope with a note inside. The note addressed me as

“Dear “you broke my heart”, I really apologize for making you uncomfortable, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ve gone to board and I’m guessing you are on your way to Abuja. I am too. I live there. I’d love to see you again. I have no bad intentions, but I think we will make good friends. I don’t know what telephone network you are on, but I have asked the lady at the front desk to give you N30,000 airtime. Please oblige me by calling me. Tel 080xxx xxxx xxx.

Now yours,

Hamza. 

The lady at the front desk comes to me as if on cue. “Hello Ma, one Alhaji came to me describing what you are wearing and asked that I give you these 3 airtime vouchers”. It was all like a mirage to me.

I have to say this. I was stunned. N30,000 airtime??? A newly divorced woman like me with 4 children can still get this kind of attention? It felt good and really it was the first time any man has ever done such a thing for me. My ex had it all on a platter of gold. He didn’t have the faintest idea about wooing any woman. On the plane I pondered over whether to call this Hamza person or not. My face tingled and I felt like a 16 year old again. I decided not to call him.

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