Marry Me: You Walked Like A Military Person And Didn’t Look Face 2

"You're looking more like a girl, sorry woman, now."

"You've added weight in all the right places and there's more to touch. That time you were so skinny!"

Eh!. Na wa

"I would catcall you to draw your attention, but for where!" "Are you married?" Wow.

This man. Let me catch my breath na.

"No."

"Really?"

"Yes", I replied

"There's hope for me, then". Ehn?

"That time I needed someone like you. You were rigid, yes but I could see the drive and passion".

"You walked like someone who wanted to succeed."

 

He made me try to recall situations I'd forgotten, God. That time of my life is partially buried, thank God. I wondered why I was being reminded of how desperate I can be to succeed.

No, this night was not the night for going down memory lane.

Why was his memory of me so vivid? What was it about me? I wanted to know.

"How did you know it was me? How could you still remember events of 2007?"

"Me? Ah, I have a very good memory o but you're not that easy to forget".

"A lot of my co-traders then made fun of me and my attraction for you".

"You look almost the same"

He slowed as we climbed Third Mainland bridge.

"You want to pick up those people close to the field?" I asked.

"Hmmmm. I dey take style look them. You know some of these people can be ghosts. I don't want to pick up anyhow people".

Hmm.

"Are you married?" I had time to ask as he stopped his car at Adeniji to pick up people.

"No, I'm not married. Since you're also not married; marry me".

This man sef. How many times will he knock the wind out of me?

"Please enter with your N150. I'm only going to Iyana Oworo" he called out

"Oshodi" one passenger asked.

"I'm not going to Oshodi. I said Iyana Oworo"

I looked back and saw 4 people at the back seat.

"All of una dey go Iyana Oworo?"

"Driver, please will you reach Gbagada?" I heard someone quip.

"What about Anthony?"

"See me see wahala o" He looked at me. "No be Iyana Oworo I call for una?"

"Come down now before i move this vehicle. If you don't have your change, follow come down."

The car got quiet so we moved.

We got to Iyana Oworo and he stopped the vehicle.

"Driver's please where next are you going to"

I didn't blame the lady for asking, convenience after getting shouted at is better than waiting at the crowded bus stop for another vehicle. Worse, there are touts waiting around to pick purses.

I could see others passengers waiting for the opportunity to jump into "our vehicle".

"I'm sorry", my current historian said in with a nice voice, "I'm not going anywhere beyond my house."

"No ask as I no go tell you".

He drove off after the last passenger alighted.

"Nne, where are you going to" he finally got around to ask me.

"I'm going to Agbado-Ijaiye" I responded.

"That far? We have to talk o. Where i picked you, is that the bus stop of where you work?"

"What do you do for a living" and I gave him my card.

He looked at the business card and flipped it.

"Wow, I'm impressed."

We got to Gbagada and I asked him; "which area are you going to?"

"I've passed the turn I suppose take to Ikorodu but I can easily link back. Is it okay to drop you at Anthony?"

"Yes it's fine. I can easily get a vehicle to Oshodi then get another one to Toll gate"

"Okay. I know it's late but can we talk briefly?"

"Why?"

"I don't know when next I'll see you again"

"But you have my card and all active lines"

"Yes, but you didn't respond to my proposal"

I laughed out loud.