A world without us

Where am I?

 "What a curious feeling!" sighed Otos, as he immersed himself into the comfortable grey leather sofa, right in front of the white wall, adjacent to the door way, above which were two contrasting sizes of Ankara canvas, standing near a wooden coffee table on top of which was a golden sculptural decor featuring an African image of a farmer, a musician with a flute and a woman writing, all firmly attached - symbol that would unavoidably have anyone who entered the room appreciate the cultural value of an African just as the founder of the place had clearly expressed in the interior decoration of the Hub

The sofa was right in between green areca palm plant in a white vase and a contemporary small brown stool above which were two books, one of which was titled Unlock the Potential by Agboola Ibrahim.

On the wall directly opposite to the grey sofa, was a rectangular Ankara-made frame with bold words that read, 'THE INSIGHT THAT TURNS YOUR LIFE AROUND, NOT JUST AROUND BUT FOR THE BEST YOUR MIND NEVER DARED TO CONCEIVE.' Adjacent to the frame was a reception setting, furnished with a white laminate reception desk with a floating thick glass top, that appeared to be afloat atop the counter, with finishing touches of silver accents and kick plates, finely placed upon it was a small silver-green plant. At the middle center, a medium-sized white laptop. A young lady in her late twenties was seated on the grey chair attached to the desk.

Otos sighted the entire area, felt restless as he adjusted n his seat countless times. He masked this up by starting up a conversation with Feolu who sat on the same sofa but some three meters away. "I can't believe we are here only as an effect of some outlandish call, we sure share some geek traits," Otos giggled, " I mean we've got a program of splendor that is in 9 days,...9 days!'" He gestured figure nine with his fingers. "...but hey, look at us," spread his arms for better self-expression, "we choose to be here trapped in this...remote....hub space, though the splendor of this space cannot equally be bypassed." wry smiles spread across his face. 

"Come to think of it, this guy makes good music, kinda music we need to soothe our souls, chai! What a dulcet!" he abruptly switched the conversation. He chuckled and adjusted again on the seat. "You can say that again, we are sure at cross purposes, but then, really, Otos, the guys here..." Feolu inspected with his eyes every visible area of the room. "One undeniable fact I have come to terms with is whatever they are doing, they are doing completely well. Can't wait to fathom eventually what they are up to" paused, exchanged glances with the delightful young lady, "and what we have chosen to get ourselves into, more importantly"

"Yeah, man! We'd better ride on a wave, a big wave, something good's better come out of this...only then will I make peace with me, with us!" Chuckled and subsequently glued his eyes back to his phone screen, his legs crossed and right arm stretched over the chair.

"Ah-ah! The brains behind this decor must be as sharp as a tack, being here gives the feeling that we are in one of the Asian countries trying to strike a deal with some international clients. Haha! For this Naija, we get this kind of thing. I am beyond impressed!" Feolu blurted, as he took a selfie of himself.

The lady at the reception called out, while in her seat but eyes firmly set towards the direction of Otos and Feolu.

"Excuse me? Mr. Oluwatosin..." The desk officer lady immediately looked down to the screen of the laptop seated on her desk, for her to be sure of the name she had just called, " it is time for you to be in the TFIM..." 

"TFIM? Excuse me? What does that even mean" Otos cut in, slumped over on the sofa to lean forward towards the desk officer. 

"Pardon me Mr Oluwatosin, TFIM symbolizes The Flash-Insight Moment. I am only to invite you in sir. Once you get inside the building, you will fathom more details. Please bear with me."

 "No way! I am putting brakes on all of this mysterious drama or adventure or whatever it is aimed for already, right now!" Otos stood on his feet without moving an inch, but apparently in a huff. "You know, I have been incredulous all the way, been trying to hold on, to satisfy my curiosity...but no this is no longer acceptable. Nah! I am literally done!" 

The receptionist who had a tag on which Aisha was boldly inscribed said, "Alright then, Mr. Tosin, we sincerely apologize for any or every discomfort you have experienced so far. However, before you take your leave, it is necessary that you permit me to register these complaints then you may leave if you desire. Pending the course of the time, kindly be seated. I feel a little threatened by your stance. Thank you"

He turned around with his right being tapped on his forehead."Oh my heavens! Aisha? I am not sure you are aware of who is standing before you. Are you?" Cast a smile and nodded in affirmation as he bent to return to sitting. "I am not even sure if all of these is staged by a competitor musician, I have let my heart rule my head. Sorry for me" he mumbled, as he sat, still slumping over, and continued tapping the tiled floor with his slippers. 

There was a strange sound coming through from the corridor. The sound was strangely pleasant. "Otos, what if this was a kinda prank," Feolu said with a rush of excitement. Otos turned his eyes upward, "I appreciate your optimism but I am not interested, not at this time."

Elizabeth glided over towards the right corner of the room right behind the reception desk. "You guys are next, trust you are ready?" she kept walking and smiling

"Prepared?" Otos rhetorically asked facing Feolu, he looked shocked than ever.. "Prepared for what??"Both Otos and Feolu bellowed. Elizabeth had disappeared into the corridor path.