Hi Fam, we’re on track! Here’s where we left off last week;
“Ei thiiissss guy.” Hans said, snapping him from his trance. “So this be why you come church eh.”
“Oh commot for there. You not hear that verse before? Seek ye first.”
“Yoo, you dey there den dey tell me ‘Seek ye first.’ E be Elsie you go seek first?”
“Why you know am?”
“Me I not go talk anything o.”
“Eeenh, make you not talk, what?” With that, he changed the subject, they talked about other things, and parted ways.
Yaw saved the number, full of hope and excitement. The future was pregnant with possibilities.
“Sorry God” he apologised once more “For saying ‘shit”
“Yaw…you gave me your-“
“oh yes, I remember. Hi Yaw, how’re you?”
(giggles) “Yes, honestly.”
“Be-be-because…because I’ve done something incredibly risky.”
(sighs in deep interest, mutes the TV) “Risky?”
“I’ve let myself like you to much too soon when this could go all kinds of ways and…and…and I’m aware that telling you this could make things very awkward and possibly end this conversation prematurely.”
(long pause) “so…why did you choose to tell me?”
“I was suffocating”
“I’m the kind of guy that, well, I don’t know how to mince words. I don’t face my fears because I’m brave; the dread of being haunted is worse.
(almost whispering) I’m a fear?”
“Yes. No, not like that (sighs) I feel better now.”
“What, you’re over me already?”
“No, not that. It’s the burden of needing you to know. It’s lifted now.”
(pauses. for long) “What’re you doing now?”
(amidst a laugh) “How?”
“I’m in the office, trying to work, knowing full well I’m too distracted to.”
“Myyyyyy Mr, Yaw fear seems to bring out the best in you.”
“But work on a Saturday night, that’s pathetic”
“Where’s your office?”
“I see. I’m heading out, to do my nails in Osu. WhatsApp me your location, I might pass by.”
Thirty minutes later, she was there. He dashed out of the office. She was leaning against a black 2016 model Sonata. It was a company car, he saw the ‘Drilltronix’ logo on the front door. She was in a deep blue ankle jeans trouser and an oversized denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up. ‘Who does that?’ he thought to himself? Who takes ordinary clothes and glorifies them like this.
“Hi Mr. workaholic.”
He smiled. “I thought you were kidding.”
“I dont kid, but Nice Nails closes at 8pm, so if I don’t get there in 15, I’m going to have to take my scaly feet to church tomorrow.”
“I could come with you. Can I?”
“Why? it’s not permitted?”
“No, not that. Just that most of the guys I know…never mind, sure. Let’s!”
“Cool, I’m getting my keys.”
“No, not necessary. We can go in mine, I’ll bring you back.”
“Ummm, sure. Gimme a minute, let me lock up.”
It was his first time in a salon. This one was in some obscure part of Osu. There were a few ladies being attended to. They all looked ostentatious. They stared as if he was a Roman sister in a brothel. He felt uncomfortable, she sensed it.
“Have you ever had a manicure?”
“Is that the one for the hands or feet? Always confuses me.”
“For the feet, silly.” she giggled
“No way! You must have one.”
“Today? Not sure about that.”
“No, seriously. You’ll thank me after.”
She beckoned an attendant to see to him. Just like that, she took charge. He liked it.
He was ticklish under his feet. When they used the coarse stone under his feet, he squirmed. She almost fell over laughing. It was funnier because he wasn’t pretending. She asked for his opinion on paint color. They talked about all kinds of nothing. He was the only guy there, but it didn’t feel weird anymore. He felt comfortable, having his nails did ;-).
“Look. At. Those. Feet!” She said when they were done with him. She wasn’t exaggerating, even he had trouble recognising his feet. “How does it feel?”
“Like fresh air blowing over a santo head for the first time.” They laughed, along with the attendants.
He was about to pay when she stopped him. He insisted. “I let you drive, return the favor.” She complied. They were the last to leave. He couldn’t believe it; in his entire 29 years, he never imagined that his first date (if he could call it so) with someone he felt he could actually like would be at a nail parlour.
She felt peckish, so they stopped for ice-cream at Pinnochios. She chose for him. It was actually nice. She dropped him off at the office.
“Thanks Elsie, for my first ever manicure. I’m beginning to worry my face now looks like the poor relative.”
She laughed. “You’re alright Yaw. You’re alright.” She revved the engine and drove off.
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