Lekki Sisi - S01 E27

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Lekki Sisi - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

There was a comment from an old classmate.

Wow! So my boss is your friend.

Another comment. You look so beautiful in that gown.

Third comment. I am coming for those shoes.

I laughed. The anxiety lifted a little. I kept staring at my phone hoping someone else would say something nice.

Tola cleared her throat. I raised my head. She was leaning at the entrance, her hands folded. I hurried out of the room to the kitchen.

When I was done eating, I cleared the dishes and hurried back to my phone. I waited until my Instagram page displayed on my screen. I tapped the first set of pictures I had uploaded. 40 likes.

I had almost 2k friends. Why would only 40 people like my picture? I tried to fight anxiety by playing a game on my phone. Every few minutes, I returned to Instagram checking to see if the number of ‘likes’ had increased. By 10p.m, I had just 65likes. I threw the phone aside and lay on the bed. I felt empty. I decided I wasn’t going to check again but few seconds later, my phone was in my hand. I was back on Instagram.

This time, There was a DM waiting for me. I opened it.

Hello. This is Ranti. We met at the church on Sunday during the youth meeting. Can you remember me?

Curious, I clicked on his profile. He was the guy who had asked if I’d finished from FUTA. The one I had searched for after the meeting. I smiled.

Yes I remember. How did you find me here?

His response came almost immediately.

Let’s just say I did my research well. I can see you had fun this evening.

Yes I did. Thank you.

Any plans for tomorrow evening? I’d love to take you out on a date.

I was on the afternoon shift. No I’ll be at work till 10.

That’s fine. We can reschedule. Can I have your number please?

I typed my number and hit ‘Send’. He gave me his number.

Thank you. Have a beautiful night Tinuke.

Goodnight Ranti.

I returned to his Instagram page and was disappointed to find only three pictures. He didn’t wear a ring in any of the pictures. Maybe this was a good sign. It was time to move on and find myself a real man. I smiled and looked at the pictures again, staring into those eyes that held my gaze.