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EXCERPTS FROM F'ÀWỌ̀RAJÀ

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I would be too quick to judge who he really was to Jane as at that time.

 

His outfit surpassed that of a mere colleague for an indoor party but then, he seemed to be known by Jola because she challenged them for coming later than they planned when the four walked in... “He may be one of the millionaires in her office, maybe he’s her boss…see, whatever!” I bothered my mind with this thought as I stylishly scrutinized his entire outfit.

 

He was dressed in a pink senator attire touched with silver accessories, his shoes were Italian products and his wrist watch matched with the accessories on his attire. I was certain, that watch was a designer watch.

 

As if he knew I was staring at him...he removed his shades and turned to the right, he said, "Hi".


 "Hello", I replied bluntly. His face took my breath. "This guy is cute!" I said the usual thing I used to say to handsome men...words that never got to their ears. I didn’t fancy beards on men, but he’s made him look more handsome.

 

 "My name is Prince", he said. "I am Nancy". I replied like I hated the conversation whereas I was already carried away by his physique. He smiled as he stretched forth his hand for a shake, I declined. Only God knows- maybe because I never wanted to have anything to do with any man, irrespective. But I was on tenterhooks to see every feature of his smile. His smile took me out of the world…what a gentle one it was. Prince's diastema is top notch!

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At twenty-six, I never had a boyfriend- I never experienced love.

 

I'd always thought my greatest phobia was for men and relationships, I couldn't deal with those. But then, I desired to be married.

As much as I desired it, my mind would not stop to remind me that, "all men are the same."

 

The first place I ate fried rice was at Mr. Lade's wedding.

 

Mr. Lade's parents shared the same compound with my parents. His gentle attitude and diligence clothed his promiscuous attitudes- what did we know, then, as children? Just a little. We couldn’t differentiate between a condom and a balloon. We were always eager to pick "snake balloons" at the back of his window- pure naivety in display. This is contrast to the wittiness of today's children.

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Hmn…” A heavy sigh capped my deep thought. “Only God knows the journey of everyman, He knows my own appointed time and I won’t push myself, even if they’re trying to push me. I’ll wait.” I said that to console myself.

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