By Waliu Adeyeri
Being a Lagos boy has been one of the most beautiful gift I cherish a lot. You know the pride that accompanies the street eulogy “Lagos no dey carry last.” Most especially when argument comes up among my folks about the best city to be in the country and they say “don’t mention Lagos, we know it ranks first with other states coming far behind”, do you want to argue with me? (Smiles)
I took this Lagos Boy life with me to one of the States in the North. You wonder what took a whole Lagos boy to such distant place. Well, it’s the popular National Youth Service Corps program that threw me to that distant city.
Make I no lie, I didn’t allow myself to be rotten there. Though, the scorching sun entertained me furiously. My friend, camp was hell, I served “under the sun.” But, I no dull myself, I made friends, chop life and tried to invite Lagos to the north. Only it Shadow visited my room once in a while.
In my sojourn to explore the beauty of the city, I found her among several damsels. Make I know lie, Northern babes set die. They are embodiment of beauty.
As a Lagos boy that I am. Expect nothing less than to approach and talk my mind as usual. You know how we roll my friend.
The first was the barrier, but I have equiped myself, learnt some words in her language. Thanks to Google translator. Voila, I approached and said you look pretty, in fact I like you (in her language).
To cut the long story short, I got her contact and the communication began via SMS only but slowed down by language barrier.
I didn’t know my Northern friend don carry matter serious. First was her friend laughing at me everytime I pass by. I gave no meaning to that, na me call for it so I must bear it. Then the peak came.
Yes, the peak, her uncle approached me. “My friend, I heard a news about you, my sister said you like her, and you want to marry her…”
Omo, my heart skipped, I couldn’t feel my heart beat for some seconds, should I say I was numb for about 10 seconds, may be that’s what I felt. I just said to myself, in Olamide’s voice “someone cannot play with you, is that how you use to do?”
I don’t know what to say to him, all that came to mind was: “I only admired her beauty, that’s all, no feelings attached.” But, if I talk ham, wetin go happen? Wetin dem go do me? I know wan think ham?
What do you think should be done to me, if I said that?