Chapter 10: Soft Life Begin

I hear car gear for phone.

Mr. Jide dey speed.

I remind am: "No rush, abeg, drive well."

"Mm, open door."

Na so bell ring.

I stand open door.

Person stand for entrance.

"You don come?"

The person tall, straight.

Even for casual wear, that yansh still dey show.

Mr. Jide eye just dey my body, him mouth dey form small smile.

Everywhere just get one kind feeling.

I stretch hand invite am come in.

But e hold my hand, pull me close quick.

E hand warm, rest for my waist.

I look up.

Another hand enter my hair, hold my head small.

My heart dey beat like drum.

How everything come reach like this?

"You still dey feel bad?"

"Still... still dey okay."

"Why your body hot like this?"

"Bed dey warm... you wan try am?"

Chai, my head no straight again.

I stammer: "No be wetin I mean, you just come from outside, if cold dey catch you, you fit warm up for my bed..."

Mr. Jide laugh, raise eyebrow for me.

"No... no be say make you come sleep with me... mm..."

Na so cold lips press my own, cut my talk short.

For inside my small self-con, generator hum dey background. For this kind night, with city lights far off, e be like say the whole world just pause for us two. E sweet me for belle. Lagos wahala fit wait—tonight, na my own soft life begin.