DELULU

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A few days later, I am back at the bank where I saw the handsome man. I mean, the bank that I came to few days ago. The bank still has not rectified the issue I came for. If you live in Nigeria or are familiar with Nigeria’s system of doing things, you should know how long it takes some banks to fix some issues.

I come back and this time, you can see I put more effort into my appearance. I woke up this morning and decided to send an email to the bank, but I thought about driving down to the bank instead. I do not know why. You are probably thinking it is because of the man I saw the other day. You are wrong. A man would never make me drive in this traffic just to go to the bank. I just want to make sure the issue is fixed. Matter of fact, a man will never make me do anything. Period.

Once I enter the building, I go to my regular customer support representative. She and I have become friends and she always helps me when I have to do anything at the bank. “Madam, welcome” she says. I greet her back and start to tell her how the issue I came for has not been fixed and how it has been an inconvenience to me lately. She apologizes profusely and states that she has been trying to work on the issue but it might seem to be beyond her control, so she will have to get the manager involved. She leads me to a waiting area and tells me she will be back in a few minutes.

While waiting, I remember I have not done my Bible plan and decide to do it while waiting. I have been struggling to keep up with maintaining my relationship with God now and I thought a plan was a step closer to fixing it. To be honest, it has been quite helpful.

I have not even gone halfway in the plan when a whiff of heavenly woody scent finds its way to my nose. I raise up my face from my phone to see who the wearer of the nice scent is. Yes, you guessed it. It was the handsome guy. He was right in front of me and was just about to take the seat next to me. I feel my breath hitch in my throat and all of a sudden, I can not breathe properly. Now I can see him close up. Handsome is an understatement. “Oh my God” I scream inside me. This man is beautiful. He is of dark complexion, his skin is literally like melted chocolate. I just want to put one of my fingers on his face and see if it will be stained with the chocolate and maybe lick it off my finger. He is tall. I will estimate 6’4/6’5. I can possibly climb on his body as I would a tree. He was dressed in a suit but I could tell he had a magnificent body. I would love to run my…… “Noir, you are a child of God!!”my inner voice screams at me. I gather myself together and realize the customer care support representative and the manager are already in front of me.

“Good morning ma’am, sorry for keeping you waiting. She has explained the situation on ground to me and I promise the issue will be rectified before tonight. Sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused you.” The manager says to me. What I would do originally in this situation is shout at the manager and tell him this is one of the reasons I do not like working with Nigerian banks. But at this moment, I surprisingly just say “No problem. I will be really happy if you can get it fixed tonight as you have said.” While shooting him my 32 teeth. To be honest, I do not know if I have 32 teeth but you get the memo.

My inner voice comes back again to taunt me “Noir, shebi, you said a man can never get you to do anything? No be you dey form angel for here now?” I hiss silently and give myself the excuse that I am trying to be a better Christian. It is not because of the ridiculously handsome guy seated beside me, it can never be.

“Baby, I am so glad you could bring me lunch today. I am so hungry.” An equally ridiculous beautiful lady with a banging body says as she stretches her hand to pull my man…sorry, the handsome man into a hug. The handsome man that has not smiled since he was seated beside me broke into a wild smile and Lord, he is even more handsome. How is that possible? They collide into a tight hug and I am stunned at this moment. I decide to give them the benefit of doubt. You know how some siblings call themselves baby and all, maybe they are one of those families. Or wait, maybe they are friends or even best friends. Abi? Nancy calls her male best friend baby so maybe that is the kind of relationship they have.

Before I finish collating my thoughts, handsome man pulls beautiful lady into a loving kiss. It goes on for up to 1 minute and best believe, I sat down there looking at the whole thing. It felt as if my heart broke. Well, at least I know I have a heart now.

The anger that bestowed me, I do not even know where it came from. I start to think of how I could still be in bed now and would have received the stupid message the manager gave me via my E-mail. I would have avoided the useless traffic jam I was stuck in this morning. I would have not wasted the nice outfit I wore today and to make the matter worse, I was hungry. “Who sent you?” I heard the annoying voice in my head ask me. Normally, I would banter with her but I just wanted her to shut up.

I look at the two ridiculous people now in front of me and produce the loudest hiss I have ever produced. I take my phone from my lap and walk to the customer support representative and tell her to call the manager again. When he comes, I make sure to give him a piece of my mind, even the one he does not deserve, and I walk to my car. I stop for a bit to steal another glimpse of my stolen man and his girl and I can see they are in love. I almost love what I see until I remember the situation I am in. I hiss loudly again and continue the walk to my car. I get into my car, complete my plan and pray for forgiveness. That manager did not deserve that attitude from me. I should send him an email apologizing when I get home. I think to myself.

See why I avoid men? This one has broken my heart without knowing who I am sef, or maybe I am just delusional.