I watched them leave and tidied up on what I was
working on. After work, I went to the ATM for some cash.
Then went home to meet Rahina and Tintin had packed
up and were ready to travel. Somehow, those two
damsels had accelerated their acceptance at their PPA
and were on their merry way to their terminal leave.
Rahina was going for two weeks while Tintin was going
without a definite return date. I relished the hugs I got as
they got into a cab together. Rahina’s hug was so
I went on to get ready for dinner. That involved me
taking a shower and switching my shirts and pants for a
t-shirt, a pair of jeans and a black hoodie. I reckoned
dressing up was likely going to send the wrong
message. In preparation, I also did not eat and by six-
thirty; my stomach was beginning to chastise me.
I was so happy to be saved from death at the hands of
starvation when she came to pick me up around seven
but then I was involved in praying not to die in a fatal
accident for the twenty minutes it took for her to take us
to a fast food spot.
I must have been a pretty surprising sight as a slim guy
ordering three wraps of pounded yam, a quarter chicken,
beef and two bottles of water. Uzi was taken aback by
the fact that after I made my order I asked her to make
her order. The poor girl went for fried rice, beef and a
bottle of malt. Let’s face it, I was starving.
Our discussion was led by Uzi. She had aspirations she
wanted me to know, school stories she wanted to share,
the music tastes she wanted to explain and felt
compelled to promote Nigerian movies. That was one
thing I wouldn’t agree to so an hour after dinner, we were
headed to a cinema so she would try and convert me to
a Nollywood fan…she failed.
We walked arm-in-arm to and from the cinema and to
be honest, the high points of the movie were the short
dresses with low necks. They glorify a vice for two hours
and use the final five minutes to quickly state a few
small negative results. Let’s face it, watching a
Nollywood movie is just as beneficial as sitting down on
a stool and gossiping about someone you know.
The best part of the whole experience to me was when Uzi
would come close to me to whisper into my ears. What
can I say? It felt good.
She drove me back to my place but luckily for me, she was not driving like the president’s security detail.
I then started asking her about what she wanted to do with Greg.
The way she responded gave me the impression
that she wanted him sacked (S#xual harassment is a very serious matter in the service). She even mentioned how she had heard of his reputation from her seniors back in university and was sure they would not mind coming down to testify against him if need be.
So basically, I knew Greg was screwed (and not in the way he wanted to be).