Joy’s Way Part 2

Kingsley got up and walked to the table where Joy’s bag was, and brought it to her. She had calmed down a little.
Now Kingsley said “let’s start over”.
“Hi, I’m Kingsley Ekanem’s friend. Ekanem and I went to the same University. I like to think of myself as an Artist; a corporate artist. I love life, women and adventure!
“You mean a corporate artist like, painting for corporates or what?” Joy asked.
“Something close” Kingsley answered.
“Well, I’m Joy. Ekanem’s friend. We did Masters together. I work in the media. I’m a journalist. Sometimes, I hold fort for the Editor. I love the arts, writing, travelling, music and I hate good for Nothing men!”
“That figures” Kingsley said. ”Now tell me, Why do you have your hair woven this way?” It doesn’t half flatter your beauty!
Joy was not going to explain herself to this guy. Who the hell was he anyway? She was becoming irritable again. She wondered whether her hair was not nice but tried not to show it.

They ate and talked. The more they talked, the more they both realized how much they had in common. Both their Grandmothers on their maternal side were Efik. Both did not understand the language, but both spoke fluent Yoruba and were born and raised in Lagos.
It was obvious that they both found the other interesting.

Kingsley asked whether Joy was going to work the next day. Joy burst out laughing “of course are we abroad where you can work from home?” I work six days a week and the seventh really just means I won’t report to the office, but I still work. Don’t you work everyday?”
Yes I do, but I’m really my own boss. Would you like to go dancing?
Joy smiled again…”Ahh on a Sunday night?” Noooo…I’ll be getting up early tomorrow and I don’t want bags under my eyes. But thanks for the offer. Joy looked at her watch and screamed. ”My God, time has gone! I didn’t realize it was this late. Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it.” Joy had to admit it, he was right. “Yes it does, she said.

Kingsley got down on one knee and said “I’ve not had this much fun since….” Joy said “since not too long ago”. They both laughed.
“No, Joy, seriously it’s been a while since I’ve met anyone I connect to this much. I almost don’t want you out of my sight. Please spend a little more time with me. Let’s go dancing!! Please!!!!!!!”
“I really would love to, but I’m tired already”.
“Joy that’s easy, my driver will drive your car and be behind us. Better still, he can take your car to your house and I’ll take you home.”
Pleaaasee!!! Kingsley went on.
“Well, I can manage 30 minutes and 30 minutes only” .
Kingsley gets up and screams “whooohooo..she said, yes”
It was hard not to smile with a crazy guy like Kingsley.

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