It was on the penultimate week before the last presidential election. He was in the supermarket adjacent his home. Clad in a white kaftan that he likes to wear on evenings, due to his love for the Arabs way of dressing, and a black leather slippers. Mayowa is well-groomed and tall. He looks like he is 27years old but is close to 34. Unmarried and loving it, he lacks the aura associated with a philanderer. But don’t be deceived. He could sleep with his father if he was wearing a skirt.
He checked his wrist-watch, one of the few of his Armani collections, and it’s luminous hands showed the time was around 7:22pm. The evening breeze outside was cool and soothing. His jet black and curly hair, reflected the ray of the moon and made him appear a rich and successful young man. In retrospection, this was how he envisioned his appearance would be when he first saw the Arabian who manages the branch of the construction company he works with as a project manager.
Looking through the varieties of cereals he wanted to buy, he saw what he wanted to be in the next four or five years; The Project Coordinator-Africa of this multi-billion dollar company that pays him good salary.
“Excuse me. Do you by chance work here?”
The soft feminine voice just behind him made his heart skip a beat. He turned around and discovered who should have been crowned the most beautiful girl in the universe just behind him. She was so stunning time could only wait for him to scan through the face. She had beautiful dark eyes that slants perfectly at the edges, full lips and the perfect nose.
The soft feminine voice just behind him made his heart skip a beat. He turned around and discovered who should have been crowned the most beautiful girl in the universe just behind him. She was so stunning time could only wait for him to scan through the face. She had beautiful dark eyes that slants perfectly at the edges, full lips and the perfect nose.
“Hi!” she said looking into his eyes.
Mayowa was completely over taken by her beauty that he had no words slipping out of his own mouth.
“Do you work here?” she asked again
“I’m sorry I was taken to the land of dreams by your beauty. I don’t work here but if I have a chance to see you here everyday, I’ll resign where I work and start working here” Mayowa said
She giggled and waved a hand to hide her blush.
Mayowa stretched his hand, stepped forward and introduced himself.
“My name is Mayowa Olabanjo and it would give me so much excitement to know your name and be of assistance to you.”
Mayowa was completely over taken by her beauty that he had no words slipping out of his own mouth.
“Do you work here?” she asked again
“I’m sorry I was taken to the land of dreams by your beauty. I don’t work here but if I have a chance to see you here everyday, I’ll resign where I work and start working here” Mayowa said
She giggled and waved a hand to hide her blush.
Mayowa stretched his hand, stepped forward and introduced himself.
“My name is Mayowa Olabanjo and it would give me so much excitement to know your name and be of assistance to you.”
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