The seminar was hilarious, I looked at the crowd and many women there looked like the single and searching types. I listened to speaker after speaker and felt that the seminar was just a waste of my time. It was almost like a ‘war against men’ meeting. One speaker chanted “No to demeaning housework!” “No to sexual assault by Husbands!” “No to…..I wasn’t listening anymore.
I got up to take a break. My friend asked me where I was headed to with her face. I mouthed, “ladies”. The grounds of the venue were lovely. There was so much green and clean air. I leaned against a concrete bench and brought out Benson’s. I had quit smoking, but I couldn’t help it this time. The first few drags were very calming. I puffed away and asked myself why my thoughts were straying to this Hamza man.
It was a joke because 5 minutes LATER, I heard Hamza’s voice behind my ear. I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. It wasn’t. Like a Genie, he just seemed to appear right in front of me. I was speechless. “What are you doing here?” I asked. What are you doing here? He replied with a smile. I am here for a seminar, I said . He said: “Is it that crazy seminar for women who don’t have husbands or boyfriends?”. “It is not, and by the way it is not your concern”, I retorted. ”No trouble”, he replied. “Well, I manage this place. I knew you were my missing rib when I saw you. I love a woman that smokes. You even smoke my brand and I know we have lots of things in common. My intuition does not lie to me.I am thinking that you are here puffing away because you are totally disgusted with your seminar. I feel you.Can I end this misery for you? Let me take you to see the sights and then we’ll grab something to eat”. His half Hausa half British accent was alluring. I remembered all the promises I made to myself after my marriage with Chuks ended –no more men in my life. It would be me, the kids and my battery operated boyfriend. I looked at him well and then into his eyes to see if I could find deceit or danger in there, I couldn’t see anything per se.
A completely covered Hausa woman called to Hamza from the other side of the garden where we were. He excused himself, went to talk to the lady and returned. ”You are staring at me as if I’m a ghost. I can understand, I’m a total stranger. I will bare my life to you as we go on. Where are you putting up by the way?”. Me: I’m at the Red Flower Hotel”. “Ahhh…” he said, “why that cheap place? Let me tell you what is going to happen. In the next 2 minutes we will be on our way to the Red Flower. We will pick up your things, check you out and bring you here, we have over 30 rooms here and it will be at no cost to you”. This was becoming Mills and Boon. I am totally lost. “Let me go get the driver and car. Just stay right here, I’ll be back”.
He turns to leave. I call him back. ”Forgive my manners. Thank you for the airtime, but it was so unnecessary –N30k for someone you don’t know”. ”You are welcome Angel”, he smiled. “Please I’d rather not go with you, I’m a married woman” I said. “No qualms” he said, “I’m just giving you are tour as our newest guest”. The car later arrived with him inside. He beckoned to me to sit in the owner’s corner. As the car moved, alarm bells kept ringing in my head asking me ‘whether my head was correct’. I heard my mother’s voice in my head berating me “foolish girl, you will soon be kidnapped”. I looked at the man beside me and he didn’t look anything like that. I sent a text to my friend that I would see her at the 3rd session and that I had to dash somewhere.