The weekend finale

…It was electrifying. My body was suddenly charged with mad energy. My face felt tight and pulled back like it had been stapled at the ears. Strangely though, I was smiling. Suddenly everything was loud, lights were brighter and my senses were heightened. I felt so ALIVE. If a pin had dropped, I would not only have heard it, I would have found it. I could have sworn my feet didn’t touch the floor as I floated towards the poolside. Clearly, someone had flipped the switch from dulling to banging cos mehnnnnnn the place was BANGING!!!

The Weekend Continues

"You don’t remember, do you”?

He asked, when he was finally able to pull it together. An odd mixture of pity and mischief in his voice. I continued staring blankly, as he pulled up a chair, and sat next to me.

“Chantelle, I’m going to show you a photo, maybe that will help your memory”, he said, as he handed me his phone. I dropped it in shock. Not quite sure what was worse; the fact that he just called me Chantelle (this is not my name), or that the bikini- clad girl in the photo was actually me! Looking zoned out, with a foolish smile on my face.

The Weekend

Not quite sure what jolted me back to life; whether it was the chirrup of birds gossiping, the gentle beckoning of my guardian angel or Satan’s high pitched laughter of victory. My head was banging audibly, like I had switched brains with a rock star. I was hot, sticky and reeked of cigarette smoke.

Fantasy Upgrade

Today started like any normal day, except there was a strange ray of light in my bedroom…SUN!!! And since i hadn’t experienced any of that lately, I instinctively reached for my phone, and called my sweet friend to inquire as to the whereabouts of her evil step-mom,so that I could sneak myself into their pool. God was on my side; the witch had flown broom-class to Lagos that same morning. Halleluyerr!!!

I kissed a frog(Summer of 2010)

The loud snore and lingering fragrance of not-so-cheap female perfume had accomplished its malicious intent. It was one of those nights when I wished I didn’t have to sleep just to avoid the impending darkness of another sunny day. One of those nights when my bed typified “worlds apart”.

Journey of Love- "A match made in Heaven"

…More words dropped.

“whish flaght r u taking?”

“qwhat’s urp?”and where is ur monda ?’’

“Will u eat rice?”

 Hungry as I was I couldn’t agree to another chance of parading myself with this palot and his louis vuitton in a restaurant for more well-meaning Nigerians to see. So I boned and said “No”.

Journey of Love

People say a lot happens at airports. The chance meeting of a celebrity, the casual bump into an old school mate, or the once-in-a-lifetime bump from economy to first class just because the Pilot's remembered to do his good deed for the day.

Topmost on that list though is the “journey of love”; A term that my best friend coined for a romantic boy-meets-girl scenario that most girls deny but secretly long for. Whenever any one of us travelled be it by boat or horseback, we would want to know if they’d met someone nice on the trip.