It was night. The sky was clear and friendly with a thousand twinkling lights smiling down at the party lovers. Music boomed loudly from the speakers placed at strategic points in the street. Everyone was having a good time.
Ada stepped away for solitude when lights appeared out of the darkness. The car flashing the lights soon parked at a close spot and she recognized the it immediately. What was Olu doing here? Since when did he attend night parties? She thought.
Olu got out of the car and a woman ran to him, enveloping him in her embrace. She could barely make out what he was saying to the woman but the hug spoke for itself. Didn’t he say he was born again?
Shaking her head, Ada whipped her phone out from her pocket. She was going to take pictures of him. If she relayed this to Ifeoma verbally, she’d never believe her. Her cousin was so caught up in the euphoria of love that no one could tell her anything.
“But today na today. I’ll present her with evidence” Ada muttered as she focused the camera.
She always knew he was too good to be true. The first indication of that was how he passed over all her “exquisiteness” and walked straight to her cousin when they were at Starbucks few months back. So what if Ifeoma had helped him pick up his papers from the floor? It wasn’t Ada's fault that he spilled them and her skirt was way too short for her to be bending over. Well, if she had seen his face first, she would have made an exception.
In spite of that it still remained a mystery to her, how a man who stood at about 6ft 4inches, toned to perfection, with a shiny bald head to match, would be interested in fat Ifeoma. That much swag and sexy, Adaeze was convinced that God must have made him in the morning.
To top up his appeal, he claimed to love Jesus? He was exactly the kind of man Ifeoma claimed she was waiting on. She stayed indoors and remained curled up with a book many Friday nights, while Adaeze went out into town.
“No man like that will just fall in your lap,” Adaeze had chided her cousin.
“I’m not asking him to fall. But I will go about my life and the right one would come along,” Ifeoma had said, tucking her feet snuggly underneath herself.
Well now, Ada had proof that he isn’t the right one. As her finger pressed hard on the click button, she felt someone’s clammy fingers on her bare shoulders. She turned around and her lips dropped. She could have sworn he was just in front of her. She turned back to face him, now angered at the sly grin on his face. She figured out, he probably saw the focus of her attention.
“Hi, I see you’ve ‘met’ my twin,
Oyin,” Olu said.
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