A Greek Gift 2 (Sequel to Cougar)

I was now seated, instinctively I used the seat belt, tried looking behind me and I could notice the aircraft was almost empty. I felt cold chills down my spine, what if this is a new plot kidnappers now use on their prey? I doubt I would be a good offer for them; people who will cry for me aren’t up to three and they don’t have a treasure chest stacked with different currencies.

I thought about making a quick phone call to Lameh but feared; not on how she would react at me jumping on a freebie but the theories she would draw up concerning my fate.

I relaxed in my seat and a young guy walked in. He had a strange aura around him; burly looking men walked up to him and asked if he needed anything. Then he took his seat next to mine. I looked at him and he barely acknowledged me.  I grimaced; “all these spoilt rich pikins”

We were finally cleared by the pilot to relax and enjoy the flight to Abuja. Immediately I clicked off my seat belt, I was met with a stare.

“You are not a very patient Lady Ma’am”

I blinked hard; this spoilt rich kid had the guts to chat me up “Boy, what exactly is your grouse, it is too early in the day to be money drunk”

With an unchanged expression he said “Cece, you close from work 5pm, your overtime is 8pm maximum. You head out to chill at La katchey and spend no more than 45minutes daily. You patronize them on a Sunday too. You are very single, a sworn feminist. You recently flunked your last presentation for a multibillion company and you are heading to Abuja for negotiations with that same company” then he paused.

I recoiled on my seat and felt nauseated suddenly, now his eyes had the steely look of a killer. I froze thinking there was a plot to kill me. I struggled to breath, and then he smiled.

“It is part of my policy to do background checks on anyone working for me” and my jaw dropped. “You intrigue me Cece. I am sorry my now ex-girlfriend pulled all that stunt on you, besides eight years is not much of a big deal is it”

Suddenly my brain went into rewind; all the dots now are connected. Little wonder all those security checks and cancellation of flights, the stares I felt. I tried saying another word but stuttered “Save your breath Cece, you need a lot of rest right now”

We finally touched down and I hurriedly stood up from my seat, not knowing how to address him he said “No need to rush, we are boarding a private jet to Obudu Cattle Ranch” I opened my mouth but again words couldn’t be formed “Abuja is low on traffic but the atmosphere is not serene enough. I am curious, how do you manage a seat in economy class” and he walked ahead of me.

A Greek Gift1 (Sequel to Cougar?)

Greek gift

“So, how is this booby trap turning out” and my mind was brought back to reality. I should have known better than tell Lameh about the anonymous phone calls to my line. Now she is busy playing ‘Madame Inspector’ asking for progress report almost every minute.

“I have a flight to catch and I am yet to figure out who this guy with the control freak girlfriend is”

This is the reason why myself and Lameh can never share a flat or live together, her urge for gist is insatiable like bokoharam’s urge for blood. But I do love my friend; she pushes me on, and keeps me sane if you know what I mean…

Entering into MMA2, I had a strange feeling I was being watched. It is kind of creepy.

 I tripped severally and I was stunned to realize I couldn’t check in despite purchasing e-ticket weeks before. The protocol officer simply told me due to some problems beyond their control I can’t check in. “what rubbish, you mean I booked a ticket weeks ago and this is the crap you are telling me”

“Madame, we will fix you in for the next flight later in the evening and you can purchase business class if you must go with this. It is beyond our control” I was angry and amazed at how she could be so rude yet smiling innocently like she has said nothing wrong. Thought about how she addressed me “Madame”...Is it so obvious now that I am past my prime. I shook my head in disdain.

There was no use struggling for attention there, I was not the only one affected. After selling our tickets to the highest bidder we were treated like flies feasting on a meal. I was preparing to walk away, maybe its God telling me to abort this flight.

 Then, someone walked to me. Apologized for the mix up asked for my e ticket and came back with a business class ticket for me. No words said, just accompanied with a card. It had a man’s name.

I contemplated, stood still and said “what the heck, what would be would be” I could care less what the business card was for. It could be the new marketing strategy for selling a company without a name, just registered number.

 On my way boarding the flight I couldn’t help but notice that we were not up to ten. I tried looking behind me and my heart raced. I felt I was being monitored followed but I couldn’t turn back now. It is a big business meeting I am going for.

 I walked in, took my seat, though my heart kept telling me there is more to it. But a free business class ticket, maybe I am not as old as the protocol officer portrayed me to be.

The Onsong for the Unsung

 I am not much of a poet but this is my piece to many girls,ladies,sisters, wives and mothers out there. We really don't talk about this but its real, I am celebrating some great heroines today.

unsung hero

Unveiled in a little town

Untouched, she moved freely

Unseen, she was raped

Unspoken, the deed remained

Unkempt, she was an eyesore

Until she voiced her anger

Unapologetic she was so used

Uncle Dan, the unashamed culprit

Uninterrupted, she told her story

Unloved, she was booed

Undeterred, she made her case

Unresolved, the issue was

Unspoken, her name became

Unknown, victims like her suffered

Unbecoming became the act

Unsung, she was an unknown hero

Cece..

COUGAR?

Mscheeeeewww, I let out a long hiss. I was clearly not amused by another missed call from a private number on my phone. At first I thought a friend was playing a cruel joke on me or a colleague or familiar enemy but now this is turning to a daily obsession.

cougar Me

I refused to pick because I just had a strange feeling the caller was up to mischief. Now this has been going on for a week and clearly at wits end I told my friend, Lameh. She suggested I picked the call and listen to what the caller has to say. I was having none of that; I rather submit a report to the police and get an order to the service provider to release the number of my chief tormentor.

 “Cece, it would be nice if you actually take time out to listen to other peoples opinion, you are becoming more cynical as you age and to think you are not yet forty”

“Ouch” I retorted.

“That was mean”, but Lameh has never been the one to hide her feelings she just blurts it out.

“Get over yourself, hear the caller out” she responded not minding my bruised ego.

I decided to pick up whenever the caller dialed my number and I missed the call again. I am not known for multitasking, as I lose my concentration easily when something is bothering my mind. I took a break and left my seat. Pacing up and down, trying to figure out who this unknown person is my phone rang. It was a private number again, I composed myself and picked but before I could say a word the below was reeled out to me.

“Cradle snatcher, if you want to settle down badly, pick your age. My man is out of bounds, I can take it if he goes on with a girl of our age group but you are way too old for him. What is deceiving you, or who are you fooling. Your wrinkles will always shine through.” And the line went off. I was stunned; I staggered a bit and walked slowly to my seat. 

Then text messages with the subject “Old rag” filled my phone with the same words spoken to me as the body. After filling up my inbox I took permission and closed early.

My mind kept thinking, Chuks is the only one I was dating that I was older than and K.v is older than me with years. I had told Chuks off already.

 Is there someone else that I don’t know that is younger than me?

What is the big deal in dating someone younger than me?

Why should the girlfriend see me as a threat after all “I am old and wrinkly”

If I am that much of a threat to her, then I must be doing something she has no idea of. I am not going to throw myself in self pity mode, I have a plan.

Hunt down this prey of mine and be the cougar.

"WHO STOLE THE MEAT FROM THE COOKING POT"

Hmmm, most of us may remember our playful days in primary school when we played the game “who stole the meat from the cooking pot”.

It’s a game of accusation and counter accusation…from “form a big circle, like your mama’s cooking pot”, the announcer now proceeds to accuse a member of the playgroup and counter accusations goes on and on. I never thought it would play itself in real life.

Otedola

The recent scandal between Femi Otedola and Hon Farouk Lawan is really amusing albeit serious. Money exchanged hands, not even Naira notes, thousands of dollars in cash and they say Nigeria is in debts. A total of six hundred and twenty thousand dollars changed hands!

“Cunny man die, cunny man burry am”, an adage that rings so true in today’s world. The revered Hon and Zenon Oil giant squared up to each other in the famous game “who stole the meat from the cooking pot”

“No 1 stole the meat from the cooking pot”

Backed with video evidence Femi Otedola told his story to the press.

“Oh me?”

Farouk Lawan was absolutely stunned and denied the allegation profusely, he even swore never to have met and collected the marked notes from Otedola.

“Yes you”

 Otedola proceeded to spill the beans. The video was even watched by former President Obj, Uncle Jonaa, Sambo et al and they must have been wondering how the SSS pulled that kind of stunt.

“It couldn’t be”

Lawan launched some late moves, now remembering that he took the money from Otedola but only in a bid to expose him. Hear him “Given the desperation of Mr. Otedola, handling this matter, in a firm but diplomatic manner is necessary as he has also made some veiled threats which put me and members of the committee in a delicate situation.” He also presented evidence; dated police memos to buttress his point.

Lawan

“Then who”

Now Otedola took the matter to the police, submitted the video evidence and left some strong words for Lawan. Otedola told the police that the persistent demands by Lawan for the balance of the bribe made on telephone were recorded in audio format. Both the audio and video recordings of the transactions were submitted yesterday.

 “Why did he go to the man’s house? If you wanted to expose him, what stopped you from asking him to come and meet you at your own location?”

 “Would it have been a coincidence? Otedola accused him of demanding the bribe to remove the name of his firm from the list of indicted firms. It turned out that while the report was being considered by the House, the same Lawan applied to remove Zenon from the list. We are disturbed over this development”, an embittered member said.

Investigations showed that Lawan’s explanation that he wrote the Chairman of the House Committee on Drugs/Narcotics and Financial Crimes, Mr. Adams Jagaba, and attached the bribe money reportedly did not convince some lawmakers.

“Why did he choose Jagaba and not the police or other security agencies?

And the show of shame goes on…

Time Out

nkwobi

Ever thought about a perfect get away from the hustles and bustles of life…I decided to take two of my good girlfriends out for lunch. We wanted something African, tasty, saucy that would bring out our inner yen and get us refreshed for the week ahead. Note that we are single ladies.

Already at the joint we ordered two plates of Nkwobi and one plate of NgwoNgwo and the meal did not disappoint. With running noses, we started talking about our personal lives one after the other. I was not sure of where I stood in my relationship and I passed on the conversation, Gf 1 is about getting married and was the most excited of the three of us. Gf 2 had held onto a grudge for a long time and wants to finally give peace a chance in her relationship.

Well I made some observations, men winked, some offered to join us and my friends obliged them. “It’s a table for three” I was quick to say, but my friends were having none of that.. “Don’t you look dashing” they would say and give them a knowing look indicating that I am single and up for talks.

 I was forced into conversation with my friends and two guys, my mind drifted to the Nigeria vs Malawi game, Manny vs Bradley match, Portugal vs Germany and I kept fiddling with my phone to get any updates.

Nadal's 7th major on clay

I was reprieved, my phone was seized and I was given a lecture on how to be less boyish and more girlish. They also promised to make my picture their DP for a week; a form of advertisement to drive men my way. And those guys gladly asked for their pins. I passed on mine. I was about settling the bills when one of the guys in a rather loud manner declared he would be a gentle man and pay up. I reminded him that he table crashed, it’s my bill to foot and I work hard for my money hence spend it as I like.

Okay my friends gave me a piece of their mind later on but I made my point..I am no endangered specie waiting to be helped…

Meanwhile, Nadal won his record 7^th major on clay court... (At least I am celebrating a man)

Winks

Ink Cry

I must have woken up on the wrong side of my bed today because everything I did was not just right. I burnt my favourite Thomas pink shirt and was late for my presentation this morning. 
While giving my presentation I made a grammatical blunder and stopped midway complaining of exhaustion in a cold airy room.

I tried to getting myself back to work by playing Enya on my laptop when a colleague brought his hard drive for me to check some information he got on a new brief and pronto! My laptop caught a deadly auto run virus that completely crashed my system. I hit my fist on my table and cursed out loud as people peeped in to check if I was still normal. My blood was hot; I packed up my laptop and headed out of the office in a rush to get to P.c repair centre.

I tripped on the stairs and rolled to the floor. People rushed to my sight and I became a free cinema, as if the insult was not enough the new guy that I have a crush on was right in front of me. I was pale with embarrassment and tried to get up but still stumbled because my knees were trembling.  He helped me up as I quickly regained strength, dusted off my clothes and smiled lamely to him, picked up my laptop bag and my fallen ego as I made my way for the car.

While driving Chuks called to find out if I had finally decided to pick one of his options of walking out of his life or staying? And just imagine Chucks has a dedicated girlfriend but because they are both “As” he wants to have an affair with me and even suggested marriage if only I could pretend or lie about my age to his family because I’m two years older than him. Well poor chucks choose a wrong time to ask his silly question as I gave him his size and simply told him that men on earth are not finished and I have a marriage proposal with another (Kv).  I’m not looking for an immature male or a bigot to offer me a life line.

 I hung up the phone smiled satisfactorily to myself, made a U-turn and headed home not minding the query I may receive in the office tomorrow, right now I need a cool bath and sleep.

I got back to my house and sank to the sofa, tried hard to relax but could not help remembering all that happened in one day, my brain replayed everything and in my true melancholy mood I drowned myself in self pity but refused to cry.

 Instead I picked up a paper and pen and let the ink cry a river for me as I poured out the emotional jargon's and set my mind free........

Heart Impasse

when do I draw the line....

Kelvin isn’t the regular guy you see around, looking at him you’ll get a striking expression you will never forget in a hurry. Physique, height and wit rolled into one man that forms K.E.L.V.I.N. He can even sweet-talk my dead grand mother to giving life another try with the ease at which he unleashes his customised amazing poetry. Funny thing about Kelvin is the way he uses different words to say the same thing.............simply awesome. He smiles from his heart and with eyes boring deep into you, to know what lies beneath the cover, Kv is simply mind-boggling and he lies with so much ease that when caught he gives a dashing contagious smile that would make you lost. Kelvin is just a sweetheart because sane or insane, any woman with blood flowing in her veins will just feel a natural attachment towards him. He is nature’s gift to us.

I had been hearing about him before I met him and I was secretly staring at his body before fate brought us together. I was at the pool to cool my aching nerves when I first saw him, he walked past me to take a drink by the bar and was so masculine that he naturally got the attention of the ladies at the pool and bar. He walked with so much confidence and had a smile for every lady that came his way. He took a sharp turn and I quickly took a dip in the pool to hide my guilt of staring at a virile male from head to toe. I got out of the pool when it could no longer calm my nerves and I came face to face with Kv, holding two glasses of cocktail he whispered “this will calm your nerves better” I blushed before I realised it and he stretched out his hand as he introduced himself to me “I’m your arch angel and you’re.........” stammering, fidgeting and stuttering as I tried hard to find my voice I replied “Cece”. His smile widened as he reminded me that I would need little warmth as I was still by the pool side, not knowing what to say I faltered as I could only mumble “thank you Mr.........” “Kelvin” he replied with a deep baritone.

I couldn’t believe the fact that he thought I was beautiful and was good to take home at age 30. He never ran out of what to say and he didn’t have to sweat to get my number as we turned friends and became lovers. I loved him with my heart and soul even though I knew he had a major problem.....women..... When Kv is with you for the first time he would treat you like the queen of heaven but after the first day he’ll treat you like a regular...........the others in his life. He never asked me out to make his constant visit to my bed official, the lines just seem to fall in place and I couldn’t refuse the warmth on my bed and glow my skin experienced afterwards. 

I longed for every little moment I could share alone with him. Kv never minced words in letting me know he had other ladies he delivered the service to as he often says “I don’t want a commitment; I don’t want you to suffer, because you’re not the only lady I’m feeling and showing love to” but I couldn’t let go, so I stayed on and kept praying for a miracle.

One night after our usual rendezvous, he asked me out and said I should think seriously about getting married to him; for I’m the only one he is popping the big question to. Kv (40) is a proper chauvinist, filled with ego and male bravado, he told me he wanted the answer to his question immediately but I couldn’t say a word for I was stunned.

1.  To be his official girlfriend.
2.  To be his wife and bear his kids

That was just too much for me to consume and I needed to free my mind and think straight without him looking at me, for he makes me say yes when I mean to really  say no.

Now I’m in a dilemma as I’m thinking of taking Kvs’ offer because I’m 34 and offers like this hardly come my way but I know his leopard hardly changes its spots and he would always love and keep his ladies............and  I don’t want to want to die young. I want to get married to Kv, but not in exchange for a heart attack, my whole mind is turning as I’m between the devil and the deep blue sea. Getting married to Kv will make me the envy of all ladies but I would have a weak heart that would remain incurable due to Kelvin’s penchant for women of different shapes sizes and colour..........