He watched her from across the hall, his eyes following her every move. Damn, she was beautiful! And she carried herself with the natural confidence of someone who knew she was beautiful. He wasn’t the only one watching her either. Men sitting next to their wives turned their heads as she walked past, but were careful not to look for too long. Young men sitting together nudged each other and stared openly.
They were at a wedding. He hated weddings. But his wife had dragged him along all the same, as usual. It seemed to him that not one Saturday could ever pass in Lagos without someone she knew getting married.
“They’re our good friends, Ebuka! We can’t not go to their niece’s wedding.”
It was funny how her friends always became ‘their’ friends whenever another wedding was imminent.
“You can go and represent us both, dear. I’m sure they won’t notice whether I’m there or not. It’s you they really want to see.”
“Nonsense! We come as a package. Everyone knows that.”
“We’re all going together, Ebuka! And that’s final. Unless you want to move to the guest room for the next two months!”
And so here they were.
The only good thing about weddings, as far as he was concerned, was the chance to feast his eyes. There were women everywhere! Young, old, middle-aged, light-skinned, dark-skinned, orobo, lepa, married, single… any type you liked. He was fond of all women. He didn’t have an exclusive type. He could find something to appreciate in any woman. He considered this a gift he had been blessed with.
His eyes wandered back to the woman he had been watching. She was exquisite. Her hair was natural and short; not long enough to be an afro, but not short enough to see her scalp. She was in her late thirties but could easily claim to be twenty-eight and get away with it. He decided it had to be down to her skin. She had beautiful, glowing skin that belied her age. Her generous hips swayed as she walked, her long flowy Ankara dress unable to do anything to disguise them. For a woman that age with hips like that, her waist was surprisingly small. Her bare shoulders were radiant and trim, and her neck looked long and delicate with no Brazilian weave to obscure it from view.
He licked his lips involuntarily, and imagined himself behind her, planting a tender kiss on the spot where her neck met the back of her head.
His four-year old son Nnanna ran up to him and hugged him, then clambered unto the empty seat next to him. Rose, their house help, hovered a few metres away, unsure whether to leave the child to his father and go off, or stick around in case she was needed.
“Nnamoo! Are you having fun?”
“You dey enjoy, o.”
“Na so I see am, o!”
Ebuka laughed. “O boy! Who teach you Pidgin?”
“Mummy? Chai, dis woman don kill me, o! She wan’ turn my son to Agboro!”
Nnanna laughed. “Daddy, what’s an Agboro?”
“A troublesome person. Like you.”
“I’m not troublesome!”
Someone placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up. It was his wife’s best friend Tolu. She was a very stylish woman in her late thirties; pretty albeit in a slightly mousy way, and impeccably groomed. She always smelt expensive. Ebuka sometimes worried that she did not eat enough. Nobody was supposed to be that thin after four children.
“Hello, Aunty Tolu!”
“Hi, Nnanna! How are you?”
She turned to him. “I see you’ve been abandoned.”
Smiling, he shrugged. “As usual.”
Tolu’s accent was one-third British from her time in boarding school, one-third American from her time at university, and one-third Nigerian from... well, because she was Nigerian after all. He often teased her that she should make up her mind and choose one accent.
“It’s because you’re an anti-social bastard,” she said. “And I say that with love. Left to you, you’d both just sit here at this table throughout the whole wedding and not say hello to anyone. That’s why she always has to leave you and mingle.”
“Well, if she’d let me stay home like I wanted, there wouldn’t be any problem then, would there?”
Tolu shook her head in resignation. “I don’t know how she puts up with you.”
“That’s easy,” he said, “I’m loaded.” He put on a stereotypical Igbo accent. “Tuh much moni!!”
Tolu laughed. “Abi? Nothing do you, sha. So what are you doing?” She lowered her voice so Nnanna wouldn’t hear. “Checking out hot young babes?”
Ebuka tried to look horrified. “Me? Tufiakwa! How can? You know I only like old cargo.”
They both laughed. Tolu squeezed his arm. “I’m going to find your wife,” she said. “And tell her what you’re up to.”
“No shaking.” He gestured at Nnanna. “I get alibi.”
As Tolu walked off, Nnanna turned to him. “Daddy?”
“It means you’re my witness that I didn’t do anything bad.”
Nnanna considered this for a moment, his intelligent young eyes displaying the ticking of his mind. “Daddy?”
“What is old cargo?”
Laughing, he playfully pulled his son’s ear. “Your ear too big, you this boy. Stop listening to senior jokes! Oya, follow Rose! Go and find your sisters! Go!”
Grumbling half-heartedly, Nnanna ran off to join the waiting Rose a few tables away, and they set off together to locate his twin older sisters.
Yes, o. Peace and quiet at last. Where was he again? Oh yes! He scanned the reception hall, looking for the woman with the short hair.
His phone rang, interrupting his search. He pulled it out and examined it. Caller ID said ‘Nekky’. He put it on silent. He really didn’t have Nekky’s time right now. Thank God Ojiugo was safely far away. She would most certainly have snatched his phone and answered it herself if she had seen the name.
To be Continued
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