Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

7 years ago

Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

I had my earphones on, listening to music while Idowu and KC chatted with the driver.

Suddenly I heard a sudden burst of laughter so I quickly removed the earphones to hear what the joke was about. KC had started his jokes. Idowu was laughing hysterically. Even the driver was laughing too. I turned back, Tega was saying…

“You guys seem to be used to working in an informal setting”
“Well, we’re considered to be off duty till we sign in the log register at the branch” I Jokingly replied
“The bank considers you on duty cos the risk of this journey is on them”
Like she had been suppressing the laughter from Kc’s jokes, there was a forceful laugh when KC got to the part of the story where his guest’s high heels was stolen from the door of his one room somewhere in Oregun. The visiting girl had come with six inches heel that KC equated to an Iroko tree. After her visit and ‘forming’ for him, she was set to go only to find her shoe was missing from the foot mat at the door of his room.

We all busted into laughter. Tega laughed too, but it was obvious she tried to control it.

Ibadan is a lively city. Fleshy women abound. Full busty girls seemed to be in every nook and cranny of Ibadan. I wondered at the many beautiful works of art called women peacefully going about their businesses here. Although a bit loud, a typical ‘Ibadanese’ as KC would call them wasn’t bothered about that. In fact, they’d show off the pride in themselves by cussing you out.

There were also people dressed in native.

Something rare on a typical Monday in Lagos.
Unusual also, was that many of the houses are not orderly arranged into streets per se. The back of one house could be facing the front of another person’s house.Or perhaps, unusual to people new to the lively ancient city.

The car was to take us to a hotel Tega had described to him. The plan was to take rooms and drop our bags then he’d take us to the branch we were to visit first.

But on getting to Ibadan we were lagging behind on time. If we went to the hotel first, we’d be late to the branch, which was unacceptable. So we headed straight to the branch. Paid the driver and Tega even gave him extras. He was a very lively and accommodating elderly man. He laughed hysterically through the journey that lasted about two hours and doubled as a travel guide.

The Branch Manager received us very well, as though we were some very special and high powered delegate from Head Office. Very warm reception. They had been expecting us. We dropped our bags in his office, we set to work.

Tega was to coordinate and oversee what we did while we did the hands-on job.
At the end of the day’s job, we had successfully upgraded the branch to the HO’s new standard.

We finished at few minutes to 7pm. The BM was delighted. He asked where we were staying, we said no were just going to look for an accommodation. He called the driver to put out bags in the boot and asked us to give him the pleasure of hosting us. They called the head of marketing and asked for the department’s car.
He got into the front seat of his own official car. I sat behind the driver while Tega sat beside, behind the BM.

In the other car was the Admin, Idowu and KC.
We rode in front while the other car trailed behind.
Minutes later, we drove into the drive-way of an exquisite hotel at Challenge. From the reception, the hotel told of some good experiences to come.

Hmm….

Anyway, at this time I was already tired.

I couldn’t wait to take a gulp of some rum. I had come along with one.

The BM had called the manager of the hotel on the way so the reception was nice. Like Very Important Persons were here. Tega took a room, I took another adjacent hers. KC and ID took rooms downstairs.

The driver was to come and get us at 8am. We thanked the kind BM and he left. He had requested we drop our bags and join him for a drink but we declined as we were tired. I was beginning to wonder if this ‘kind’ man wasn’t after any of us. Definitely we, the guys.

You never know with all these very ‘kind’ bank managers. Lol.

Well, everyone retired to their rooms. I opened my bag and brought out the bottle of rum I had come with.

An attendant knocked and asked what I wanted to have for dinner. I could order anything. I guess that’s why the Admin came along.

I rather asked if she could get my shirt and trousers to the laundry to have them pressed.

She obliged, walked over to the intercom on the side stool and dialed the laundry. As she walked over I could she how much of a good shape she had but I’m a bit too conserved *wink* to be that raunchy. I didn’t give her a second thought.

As I handed her the clothes she asked about what I wanted to eat. I asked her what time the restaurant closes, she said 10pm. But that guest staying in the hotel can call the kitchen for food or drinks 24hours a day. I asked her to help me get a glass cup. She left and came back with two wine cups on a tray. So i teased if I was still to pay for room service. Because you never know with these hotels. They can bill you just for bringing an empty cup. She passed off my naivety as a joke. I shrugged and took it as she left. I didn’t know what can over the conservative guy o, but as she turned to go, my eyes fell of the calabash of this girl o. I had to shake it off once the door closed behind her. I poured a bit of rum into it and gulped it down. Still, images of what I had just seen wouldn’t leave me be.

Minutes later I felt the hunger of the whole day tightening up the walls of my stomach. I decided to go down to the restaurant instead of calling them up. It’ll afford me the opportunity to see around where I was staying better.

As I stepped into the restaurant, there was Tega! Seated on a table with a pack of Fumman orange juice, and snacks. Well, if I went to another table it will look lame. So I joined her.

“Tega” I called out
She turned around to see me
“You should be resting for the work ahead tomorrow stag” she joked.

“I just wanted to have a feel of this place a little” images from what I had just seen flashed across
“Its a nice place really. And i think the BM was nice” she said
“I hope it reflects in your reports” I teased
She laughed.

We started chatting.

“Your lens is a bit thicker than average” I quipped “what’s your measurement”
“Do u use glasses too?” She asked
“No” I replied
“You asked like you use one”
“Its no rocket science that focal length is measured”
We chatted some more, well into an hour.